Page 191 of Burn Bright

Ragged breaths leave my lips. “You’re a tits guy?” I ask, practically panting.

He sucks my nipple harder, and a moan scratches my throat. When he releases hold of my breasts, he says, “I’m a Harriet guy. Everything about you turns me on. Tits. Ass. Ears.” He pinches my prominent ear that sticks out of my hair. “Nose.” He bops a finger on the tip of my nose. “Lips.” His thumb caresses my soft bottom lip, teasing it from entering my mouth.

He pulls away before he does and plants his hand on the mattress beside my head. “What about you?”

“I’m a dick girl,” I tell him.

He’s full-on grinning. “I knew it.”

“Yeah?” I try not to smile. “What gave me away?”

“Oh, all those times I caught you looking at my dick, Friend.”

I heat. “I did not?—”

“You did.” He fixes my bangs so they’re not in my eyes. “I liked it. I like when you look.” Confirmation of that settles me into a toxic mixture of needy impatience.

He must be feeling the same unsettled desire because he leans back, still on his knees, but more angled against his heels. He pinches the tip of the condom.

“I can help,” I tell him. “I’ve put condoms on guys before.” Instantly, I inwardly grimace. I don’t think he wants to know about my past sexual exploitsnow.

His eyes flash to me. “I trust you,” he says, casually. Totally not put off by my words. “But I’m going to do this myself if that’s okay? I’ve had one too many girls rip it when they try, and I don’t have the restraint to wait to grab a new one with you.”

I nod, new feelings starting to swarm me that havenothingto do with arousal.

It’s a sudden realization of how comfortable this is. How he makes me feel like I could never say the wrong thing or mess this up in any way. Am I ever going to feel like this again with anyone else? Do I even want to?

I brush away the onslaught of emotion to focus on him rolling the condom along his hard shaft. He lifts me by the waist, my legs dangling on either side of his hips. My shoulders remain on the mattress, and my back still has the support of the pillow. I have an amazing view of his carved muscles and body while he’s on his knees. It’s not hard to meet his gaze either.

His eyes latch on mine, watching my reaction as he grips his cock and guides himself in me. The tip presses against my opening, racing my pulse in anticipation, then he drives more of himself inside.

Oh…God. A grimace overtakes my face, pain flaring for a quick second. Ben abruptly stops moving. He waits, gauging my expression.

“I’m fine.” My voice is more hostile than I like.

His lips curve. “You’re the one who said you’ve never taken anything as big as me. I’m just being careful. Next time I’ll stretch you with my fingers first.”

Next time.

His eyes tear away from mine, and I wonder if he’s aware of his slip. He focuses on easing himself deeper. When he’s just a little farther in, he lets go of his cock and flexes into me so slowly, so gradually. There’s no more pain. Only a fullness that ekes out more carnal need.

My lips break apart as a moan ejects the same time he groans under his husky breath, “You are…so fucking tight.”

I think you’re just massive, I want to reply, but I literally cannot form words right now.

Ben is in me.

Ben is in me.

Ben isinsideme.

I can’t decide if it’s the words or the actual feeling or thevisualthat ignites my body and flames my already heightened arousal. The fullness of taking him, the fact that his dick is disappearing into me—it’s hot in itself, but then I look up and see his caring, loving blue eyes stroking over my whole body, my whole being, while he has my hips in two hands.

I’m too overcome to even consider moving.

While he’s knelt and keeping me still, he thrusts in slow, melodic movements like rolling waves. He might as well befisting my pleasure in his hand. He has full control. His throaty grunts intoxicate me. My breaths shorten.

The friction he creates inside me is gathering so much heat. I curl my fingers into the bedsheets, one of my arms reaching above my head and gripping a pillow. That seems to affect Ben—his muscles flex and a knotted, masculine sound scratches out of his throat.