Page 22 of Benedict’s Rejuvenation (Dark Patriots #5)

I took her smile and nod as consent. I walked her backward until she was against the mattress.

As soon as she was, I pressed her down, then back on it.

Then, I took hold of her panties and eased them down her long, golden legs.

Her flawless skin tone was all over her body.

Once they were off, I slid my arms under her body and lifted her further onto the bed, which would allow me to lie on my stomach.

Getting myself positioned the way I wanted, I spread her legs.

The sight of her pussy mesmerized me. Technically, I saw it last time, but not up close like this.

Her rich, intoxicating scent surrounded me.

Kensy had a landing strip of hair. I loved that she still had some, though the rest that was bare was as soft as a petal.

It was definitely waxed to be that smooth.

Unable to wait a moment longer, I ran my finger down her strip and then through her drenched folds.

I was ecstatic to see she was turned on.

I sucked my slick finger into my mouth and licked it clean. Her salty and fresh flavor made me moan. Unable to wait, I nuzzled her hair with my nose, then flicked my tongue up her folds, collecting more of her honey. Kensy gasped and her hips jerked, then settled.

I lapped over and over before I moved to anything more aggressive.

When I did, it consisted of sucking and nibbling on her clit.

Kensy was moving restlessly but not telling me to stop.

Her breathing was increasing, telling me she was headed for an orgasm if I kept this up.

I wanted her first one with me to be on my tongue.

Wondering if I was pushing too far, I eased a finger inside of her.

She stiffened. I froze and stopped licking.

“I can remove it, Kensy,” I reminded her.

“No, no, I don’t want you to do that. Do what you want,” she replied.

“Does it feel good? Is there something you’d like me to do or do differently?”

“Lord, no, you’re doing it all right. If you keep it up, I’ll come,” she confessed.

Releasing a happy growl, I descended on her pussy again.

I lapped, nuzzled, licked, sucked, nibbled, and tongue-thrust. When I got a second finger inside her pussy, I knew she was about to come.

She was squeezing the shit out of my fingers, and her lower body trembled.

I blew air over her wet clit then I sucked and bit it at the same time.

Kensy came hard. She cried out as her body bowed and she released more of her creamy goodness so my greedy mouth could lap it up.

I didn’t want it to end too soon, so I eased her down slowly by continuing to play with her lightly.

When she was done coming, I took the time to clean my fingers as I watched her.

She was lying there with her eyes closed and a smile on her face.

Her body would occasionally tremble. I was delighted with how this whole experience ended.

And even though my cock was hurting to get off, I’d live.

Tonight was about her, not me. I crawled up beside her and lay where I could see her face.

Slowly, her eyelids raised, and she met my eyes.

“Ben, that was, wow, wonderful,” she said, giving me a tender smile.

“I aim to please, Hummingbird. I’m glad I can make you fall apart that way.” I smirked.

She lightly smacked my arm playfully. “As if you needed that confirmation. I hate to make your ego bigger, but you must know you’re well-versed in making someone fall apart.”

“I may have experience in it, but that doesn’t mean I take it for granted. And the only person I care about falling apart is you. Kensy, you have no idea how much I loved watching you come because of me. Damn, that was sexy.” I groaned as I closed my eyes, picturing her face as she orgasmed.

I jumped, and my eyes flew open moments later when she wrapped her hand around my cock and lovingly tugged on it. I moaned at how good it felt. When she stroked my length again, I covered her hand with mine.

“Kensy, you don’t have to do that.”

“Do what?”

“Get me off because I got you off. It’s not a tit for tat.”

“No, you’re right, it’s not. And I’m not trying to get you to come because of that. I want to see what you look like when you orgasm, Ben. I need to know that I can make you feel weak and as great as you made me. Let me,” she demanded with a slight growl at the end. I let go of her hand.

“Then do whatever you want, Hummingbird.”

She wiggled until she was further down in the bed and almost eye level with my cock. She rolled onto her side and began to stroke my cock. Her grip was the right intensity. Kensy was slow initially, but then her speed picked up and her grip tightened a fraction. My hips jerked.

Next thing I knew, she was up on her knees, kneeling next to me. Her other hand joined the play and was massaging and fondling my balls while the first one kept stroking up and down my shaft. It wasn’t gonna take much to have me blow, not after eating her pussy and the sucking she did initially.

She kept working me for a few minutes before the rush started in my feet. As it grew, it traveled from there up my legs and from my back into my pelvic area. When it centered in my balls, I cautioned her.

“I’m gonna blow.”

Kensy sped up her stroking, and as I came, calling out her name, I watched her.

She kept her gaze glued to my cock as I shot squirt after squirt of cum out onto my belly and her hand.

When I was done, she removed her hand and brought it to her mouth, where she licked off my cum.

If I could’ve, I would’ve shot another load.

“Get up here and lie on me,” I told her when she was done.

She gave me a mock-horror look. “You want me to do what? Eww, no, I’ll get all messy,” she whined, while fighting not to laugh.

Growling, I hauled her on top of me and held her against me as I rubbed my cum-covered stomach on hers.

She shrieked my name and wiggled, but I wouldn’t let go until she laughed.

After she did, I sought her mouth and kissed her.

She eagerly returned it. Tonight had been better than I hoped for. I was thrilled she had her own place.

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After our sexy time in bed, Kensy and I got up, showered, ordered takeout, and spent dinner on the couch, watching a movie together.

I did send a message to let Beau know I wouldn’t be coming to spend the night at their house.

When he asked where I’d be, I told him I planned to stay with Kensy.

He’d asked if she was alright, and I assured him she was.

Later, when it was time to go to bed, I was pleasantly surprised when she asked me to sleep with her.

We’d fallen asleep wrapped around each other. I could get used to that.

However, that was last night. At the moment, we were sitting at her kitchen table, having coffee and talking over our plans for the day.

I wanted to stay in bed and play more, but I didn’t tell her that.

I would leave it to her to indicate when she was ready to do more or repeat what we’d already done.

“Is there anything you can think of that you need for this place that you didn’t have in your old apartment?” I asked her.

She gave me a mischievous grin. “Ben, are you asking me if I want to go shopping? Like, we’ll go to stores and wander around all day, looking at stuff until our feet hurt and our stomachs are about to rebel from the lack of food?”

“Hell no, that’s not what I’m asking, evil woman.” I pretended to shudder in horror. Kensy was laughing at me when there was a loud knock at the door.

“Are you expecting anyone?” I asked her as I stood.

“No, but it might be my sister. She said something yesterday about coming over if I needed more help unpacking. I told her I wouldn’t, but know you, Keeley.”

“I do. Let me let her in before she beats the door down,” I joked as I walked off.

Kensy hurried to catch up to me. After checking to ensure it was her sister, I was the one who opened the door. I saw a restless Keeley and a patient Beau on the other side of the door. Swinging it open, we greeted them.

“Good morning,” Kensy and I said at the same time.

“Good morning. May we come in?” Beau asked while his woman was already coming toward us. We stepped aside.

“Sure, come on in. Watch your step. There are still boxes everywhere,” Kensy warned.

“Of course, I can come in. I’m her sister. Why would she not allow me in her home?” Keeley muttered. Something was definitely on her mind. She wore a concerned expression.

“Can I get you coffee?” Kensy asked. We went to the kitchen table.

“I’d love some. What about you, Keeley?” Beau asked.

“Sure, I guess,” she answered.

Knowing how they took their coffee after staying with them, I helped Kensy prepare two more cups, and we topped ours off.

At the table, after we had all been served, we sat watching them.

Beau had a slightly apologetic look about him when he glanced over at me.

Keeley was frowning as she sat there switching her gaze between Kensy and me.

Finally, Beau broke the awkward silence.

“Sorry for barging in on you, especially this early, but Keeley couldn’t wait to get here. Baby, why don’t you tell them why we’re here? You insisted we had to come first thing this morning. We don’t want to hold up whatever plans they have for the day,” Beau prompted Keeley.

“Or maybe I want to hold them up,” she stated cryptically.

“Sis, what in the world has you so testy this morning? And what are you doing here? I told you yesterday evening I wouldn’t need your help. I want to relax and get settled in at my own pace,” my woman told her.