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Then he pulls back, sitting up to straddle me, and for a moment, I forget how to breathe.

“Oh, holy fuck,” I say as he starts to sink down on me. The shock of sensation is so intense my vision blurs at the edges. My entire body feels electrified like I’ve touched an ungrounded fence wire with both hands.

I grab his hips hard, trying to anchor myself, hoping I’m not leaving bruises.

But Benji doesn’t seem to be feeling anything but bliss right now as he continues to take me in inch by inch, his thighs trembling with the effort of controlling his descent, his bottom lip caught between his teeth like he’s trying to hold back something that might break us both. His usual perfect hair is a disaster, and absurd pride shoots through me, knowing my hands are responsible.

When he catches my eye, he gives me one of his mischievous smiles, though it wavers when I give a tentative thrust, turning into something more desperate.

This is a sight I’ll remember forever. Benji above me, his usual snarkiness stripped away to show something raw and real, something that matches the ache in my own chest.

He starts to move with maddening slowness, and I’m drowning in sensation. The slick slide of skin against skin, the weight of him above me, the way his breath hitches every time I hit just the right spot.

I reach up with one hand, tugging him down for a messy kiss. He moans into my mouth, his usual smartass comments replaced by broken syllables of praise.

I reach out and wrap a hand around his cock. His whole body jerks at my touch, and the sound he makes, halfway between a gasp and my name, sends heat rushing through me.

His hips stutter between thrusting into my grip and grinding down on my cock, like he can’t decide which sensation he needs more.

Shit. The need to claim him, to mark him as mine in the most primal way possible, overwhelms me.

Going purely on instinct, I grab his hips and flip us in one smooth motion.

He lands beneath me with a soft ‘oof’ that transforms into a laugh, then a gasp as I settle between his thighs.

This new angle lets me push deeper, and the sensation nearly blinds me. I brace myself on my forearms, wanting to see his face as I withdraw almost completely before sinking back in.

Fuck. The feel of him around me is better than anything I’ve known.

The room is filled with the sounds of our breathing, the soft creak of a bedframe that has known only my solitary weight until now. His eyelids flutter shut. Each thrust brings new sounds from him, soft grunts and half-formed pleas that I greedily collect.

I find a steady pace, careful at first, then with growing confidence.

His hands travel up my arms, fingers tracing the work-hardened muscle. When they reach my face, cupping my jaw with unexpected tenderness, something in my chest cracks open as wide as the Canterbury sky.

When I wrap my fingers around his cock, his clever mouth gives a silent gasp. For once in his life, Benji Gange is completely speechless, and the power of that goes straight to my head.

Sweat gathers in the hollow of his throat, catching the late evening light filtering through my bedroom window, and I’m struck by how bloody beautiful he is like this.

And I suddenly realize we’ve been speaking this language all along. In vegetables left on doorsteps and meals cooked just for me, in arguments that were really just excuses to stay in each other’s orbit.

I guess because I was slower to realize what was happening between us, it’s fitting that I shatter first.

My usual stoic control deserts me completely as I fall over the edge. Heat surges through me like a current, whiting out my vision as pleasure seizes every muscle. My body pulses and trembles, caught in something so intense I can barely remember my own name.

Benji’s eyes lock on mine like he’s memorizing this moment.

Fucking hell. Why the hell did it take me so many years to experience this?

I withdraw from him gently, taking care not to hurt him, though the loss of connection makes me ache in ways I hadn’t anticipated.

I take care of the condom quickly, then turn my attention back to him because I’m never someone who leaves a job half-finished.

Benji’s curled on his side to watch me, his chest rising and falling rapidly, lips parted and swollen from our kisses.

I lean forward to take his cock into my mouth, pushing him onto his back and filling him with my fingers until he gasps a broken sound.

I pull off just as his body shudders and his fingers tangle in my hair as he comes all over his chest.