Page 113 of Consumed By You

I shrug out of my wet jacket.

“Darcy, what’s going on?” he asks, pulling back to look at me.

“I can’t take it any longer. I want to be yours. I don’t need the words,” I hastily add. “I don’t. I just want to be with you.”

“What about Luke?”

I snatch his cotton shirt and yank him closer. “It’s always been you. I wantyou.”

His expression softens.

“Am I too late?” I ask, turning around. I move my hair away from my back, showing him my zipper.

He unzips it, and the light buzzing noise of the metal invigorates me.

I guess that answers my question.

“You’re shivering,” he whispers against my neck, slipping his hand through the open slit now present in the back of my dress.

“I know.” I tremble as his hand finds the curve of my breast. He presses his warm lips to my shoulder and my knees buckle. His hand leaves my waist then and my dress drops to the floor. I let him guide me to the bed and sit down. He pulls his shirt over his head in a swift sweeping motion and he removes his pants, granting me an eyeful of his monstrous physique.

He pulls his hair from his face and bends down onto his knees. He wastes no time focusing on the lesser spots, targeting the most sensitive part of me, and I raise my hands to his face a few inches away, tilting forward so our lips connect again. His skillful fingers circle in a slow, tantalizing motion above my underwear.

“I’m yours,” he declares against my lips.

“You’re mine.”

I clutch his solid biceps as my body begins to spasm. I’m shamelessly grinding my hips into his hand. His tongue is hypnotizing me. There isn’t a thing going through my mind other than him and he knows it.

“Yes.” He grins triumphantly as I fall apart in his arms. I’m still quivering, dazed, and languidly pleasured as he takes his hand off my soaked panties and removes them. I let my back hit the bed, pulling him down with me.

Due to his skillful hands and my ability to get aroused with a single look from him, he slides into me without difficulty, a triumphant feat considering his impressive size. He grunts when my teeth sink into the salty skin at the base of his throat, and trail my tongue across the bite.

“Fuck me,” he grumbles, immersed in his own stimulation.

He turns me onto my side and presses his hard body flush against my back. He curls his arms around my body protectively and enters me again, nearly suffocating me underneath his grip. I gasp in pleasure as he kisses and nibbles on my shoulder, his hips driving up into my cleft with vigor. His hands are torturing my breasts and I am completely content with the exquisite pain.

I never want him to stop touching me.

His fingers zigzag down my stomach, finding their way back to my clitoris. I reach back to grasp his hair. He’s like a multitalented torture mechanism, designed to attack every sense that I possess. His teeth graze my ear fleetingly and my body contracts with pleasure, my nerves stretched taut to send me straight into delicious torment. He makes sure it lasts as long as it can, his hand never faltering with the fast, circular motion on my vagina.

“Ben,” I moan breathlessly, halting his hand with mine. I can’t take any more.

“Say my name,” he demands huskily, his voice a low rumble.

“Benjamin.”

He groans, joining me in the void of oblivion.

***

I resurface in the darkness, still entangled with his warm, muscular body. His features are only illuminated by the moonlight shining in through the glass windows. I don’t know how I know, but I sense he’s awake. Benjamin must sense it too, because he squeezes my waist, pulling me tighter into him.

“Mmm,” I hum pleasantly, extending my arm across his indented abdomen.

“I lost ya there for a while,” he murmurs, his strong leg scissored between my own.

“It should be illegal how good you are in bed,” I mumble and the mattress shakes from his laughter.