“I think I’m gonna need you to show me.”
That was all he needed to hear.Benny’s hands slid down until they were on her ass.With a quick bend of the knees, she was airborne a second later, her legs wrapping around his waist as he carried her into the kitchen.He needed a solid surface.
As soon as he’d deposited her on the island, his mouth came crashing down onto hers.His fingers getting lost in thick brown waves as he angled her head to get deeper.
She tasted like caramel-kissed coffee with a hint of rose.Sweet, warm and all fucking his.More whimpers slid down his throat as his free hand went to the buttons on her jean shorts.Next thing he knew, her hands were there, too.Tugging the zipper and helping him drag the denim down her long-tanned legs.
With every swipe, more sugar coated his tongue.And with every moan, the pounding in his ears grew louder.She was addictive.
Using his thumb, Benny guided her panties to one side, giving him room to drag two of his fingers down her center until it was his turn to groan.
My girl is always so ready for me.
She was also ready to swallow down his groans as she took the kiss deeper, circling her hands around his shoulders and holding him close.
He pushed one finger inside her, then another, kissing her that much harder as she gasped for air.She felt like heaven.He kept still, the hand that was no longer in her hair, going to her hip to keep her in place.
She was squirming when he released her lips, just the way he liked it.He waited patiently until heavy-lidded eyes met his.
“You’re gonna watch.”His gaze dipped to where they joined, hers followed.
With her eyes fixed on his hand, he began to move.Slowly gliding in and out while his thumb pressed into that sweet spot.
“Oh, God.”Bethany flung her head back.
“Eyes on us, NeNe.”His warning sounded just as feral as he felt.“You’re gonna watch yourself come undone.First on my fingers.Then on my dick.And then I’m gonna hold you down and make you fall apart on my mouth again and again—until you’re ruined, baby.Just the way you like it.”
“Fuck,” she breathed, her body thrashing as she struggled to keep her gaze down.
“Can you take another finger?”
His lips began to tilt as he watched her nod frantically, labored breaths and the satisfying sounds of how turned on his woman was filling the air.
Easing another finger inside, he growled as he felt her grip him.
The sight of Bethany on their kitchen island, legs wide open for him, watching and taking everything he gave her, was the sexiest goddamn thing he’d ever seen.
“That’s it, B.You’re always gonna take what I give you, aren’t you?”She whimpered in reply, her hips desperately trying to match his movements thrust for thrust.
She was close.So damn close.
“This ismine.All fucking mine.Say it.”
“It’s yours.”She gasped.“It’s all yours.”
Increasing pressure on that little bundle of nerves, he curled his fingers inside her.
“Let me see you make a mess, baby.Show your man what he does to you.”
He could feel her tightening around him and he couldn’t take anymore.He needed to taste her again.Slamming his mouth onto her, he muffled her moans as she trembled against him.Kissing her through every shake and every sigh until she was boneless in his arms.
“You’re gonna marry me, Bethany Mayer.”He was still panting as he pulled back.
Her eyes flew open, love and lust colliding as she answered.
“Yes, Benjamin Tucker.I’m gonna marry you.”
Damn fucking right she was.
