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oversensitized skin and drives me mad. He knows I hate to wait and relishes in my eagerness. He gives me a wicked smirk; his eyes never leave mine as he runs his tongue over my inner thigh. I hold my breath as he works his way to the part I want him most. I arch my back and bite the inside of my cheek to keep from pleading. He laps his tongue over the small scrap of lace separating me from his beautiful mouth, and I moan in appreciation.
My jeans are reaching an uncomfortable capacity. I've been thinking about this all day and I'm going to draw it out for as long as I can. She's beyond ready, but I want her to beg. I get off on it. Her teeth grip her lower lip, and she throws her head back in complete ecstasy. I hook my thumbs into the sides of her panties and slowly bring them down her long legs. She lifts her hips to help. I toss the black scrap of lace over my shoulder and kneel in front of her hooking her legs over my shoulders.
She trembles with anticipation. "Shh . . .” I whisper while I rub my lips across her legs. I tease her with small flicks of my tongue. Every flick gets me a hiss. I reach the apex of her thighs and wait. My mouth hovers over her.
My girl is stubborn. She's biting the inside of her cheek to keep from speaking, and we're at a standoff. I wait. My patience is growing thin. I get closer and the smell of her arousal almost breaks my resolve. "Ari . . .” The whisper of her name across that spot does her in. She tangles her hands in my hair and grips tightly. "Tell me.” I speak again, and that's it. She gives in.
"Please, Ben. Please . . .” I swipe my tongue in one swift motion then stop.
"Fuck." She hisses. I'll give her one, but she knows what I like to hear.
"Tell . . . me . . .” I drag out the two words right over her.
Her grip tightens, and she arches into me as she desperately tries to gain some friction.
"Dammit, Ben . . . Please fuck me with your wicked tongue," she pants.
Exactly what I like to hear. I bury my face in her, and she releases a loud groan. My tongue drives her completely mad. She arches her back away from the bed, and her knees begin to lock around my face. She's close. I can't take any more, so I pull away, release myself, and quickly slide into her. She detonates, and the way her walls grip me as I thrust inside causes me to come right along with her.
We're wrapped in each other. A tangle of legs and arms. Ari is resting her head on my chest and begins to giggle. It's infectious, and I can't help but chuckle with her.
"What's so funny?" I ask.
"I'm wondering if it was such a good idea to force you to watch Fifty Shades with me the other night."
"Why is that, Miss Muñoz?" I deadpan while running my fingers through her freshly fucked hair.
"I don't know, Mr. Rodriguez. I think you were channeling your inner Dom on that round," she says with a mischievous grin.
"Oh, Miss Muñoz, you haven't seen anything yet," I say, playfully swatting her ass.
"Hmm . . . I'm not sure I'm into the twitchy palm thing."
"I assure you, Miss Muñoz, that is not the only part of my body you cause to twitch," I say with a thrust of my hips.
She closes the space between us sealing her mouth to mine. The kiss goes from slow and sensual to rough and greedy and so begins round two.
I drive to work with a stupid grin on my face. Last night was amazing. Ben sexed me up seven ways from Sunday and cooked us another amazing dinner. I'm completely relaxed, and it was just what I needed to help get me through the rest of the week. I love having him at home, but the thought of getting too attached and him leaving still scares the shit out of me. I've never been one to get too comfortable with any situation. I know he'll eventually move to his own place. Right? We love each other, but he can't possibly want to shack up permanently already. Gah! I can overanalyze this situation to death. This is what happens when you sit in L.A. traffic for hours. You have too much time on your
My jeans are reaching an uncomfortable capacity. I've been thinking about this all day and I'm going to draw it out for as long as I can. She's beyond ready, but I want her to beg. I get off on it. Her teeth grip her lower lip, and she throws her head back in complete ecstasy. I hook my thumbs into the sides of her panties and slowly bring them down her long legs. She lifts her hips to help. I toss the black scrap of lace over my shoulder and kneel in front of her hooking her legs over my shoulders.
She trembles with anticipation. "Shh . . .” I whisper while I rub my lips across her legs. I tease her with small flicks of my tongue. Every flick gets me a hiss. I reach the apex of her thighs and wait. My mouth hovers over her.
My girl is stubborn. She's biting the inside of her cheek to keep from speaking, and we're at a standoff. I wait. My patience is growing thin. I get closer and the smell of her arousal almost breaks my resolve. "Ari . . .” The whisper of her name across that spot does her in. She tangles her hands in my hair and grips tightly. "Tell me.” I speak again, and that's it. She gives in.
"Please, Ben. Please . . .” I swipe my tongue in one swift motion then stop.
"Fuck." She hisses. I'll give her one, but she knows what I like to hear.
"Tell . . . me . . .” I drag out the two words right over her.
Her grip tightens, and she arches into me as she desperately tries to gain some friction.
"Dammit, Ben . . . Please fuck me with your wicked tongue," she pants.
Exactly what I like to hear. I bury my face in her, and she releases a loud groan. My tongue drives her completely mad. She arches her back away from the bed, and her knees begin to lock around my face. She's close. I can't take any more, so I pull away, release myself, and quickly slide into her. She detonates, and the way her walls grip me as I thrust inside causes me to come right along with her.
We're wrapped in each other. A tangle of legs and arms. Ari is resting her head on my chest and begins to giggle. It's infectious, and I can't help but chuckle with her.
"What's so funny?" I ask.
"I'm wondering if it was such a good idea to force you to watch Fifty Shades with me the other night."
"Why is that, Miss Muñoz?" I deadpan while running my fingers through her freshly fucked hair.
"I don't know, Mr. Rodriguez. I think you were channeling your inner Dom on that round," she says with a mischievous grin.
"Oh, Miss Muñoz, you haven't seen anything yet," I say, playfully swatting her ass.
"Hmm . . . I'm not sure I'm into the twitchy palm thing."
"I assure you, Miss Muñoz, that is not the only part of my body you cause to twitch," I say with a thrust of my hips.
She closes the space between us sealing her mouth to mine. The kiss goes from slow and sensual to rough and greedy and so begins round two.
I drive to work with a stupid grin on my face. Last night was amazing. Ben sexed me up seven ways from Sunday and cooked us another amazing dinner. I'm completely relaxed, and it was just what I needed to help get me through the rest of the week. I love having him at home, but the thought of getting too attached and him leaving still scares the shit out of me. I've never been one to get too comfortable with any situation. I know he'll eventually move to his own place. Right? We love each other, but he can't possibly want to shack up permanently already. Gah! I can overanalyze this situation to death. This is what happens when you sit in L.A. traffic for hours. You have too much time on your
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