Page 49 of Rebellious Hearts

Ben slid a hand down and found my clit. He massaged me, sending shock waves through my body.

“Oh, yes,” I gasped, increasing my speed.

Ben matched me, thrusting his hips, and he groaned. “Sofia,” he growled.

He thrust into me, his movements erratic, and I gasped for breath. My orgasm crashed into me, sending my body into waves of ecstasy.

I cried out and collapsed forward as pure pleasure riddled my body, making it hard to hold myself up, to think straight.

When I lay down on Ben’s chest, the orgasm still rippling through me, Ben rolled us over so that I was on the mattress, and his large body pinned me.

I breathed hard. Ben stroked my hair out of my face before he took my chin between his thumb and forefinger, kissing me. His tongue slid into my mouth, and he let go of my chin, finding my hand. He slid my hand up onto the pillow and intertwined our fingers for a moment, kissing me sensually, before he let go of my hand and gripped my wrist tightly. When he took my other hand and held both wrists in one large hand, I moaned.

His cock was still inside me, and he pressed my hip down with his other hand and started sliding in and out.

I let out a gasp, the sensation overwhelming. I had just orgasmed and my body was still sensitive and Ben’s movements were slow but powerful.

He grunted and moaned, picking up his pace. He leaned his body over mine and kissed me as he fucked me.

He bucked his hips into me faster and harder, let go of my wrists, and planted his hand on the bed to keep himself steady. I wrapped my arms around his neck, my legs around his ass, and he pounded into me so that I cried out with every thrust, and my breasts jiggled against his chest.

Another orgasm was right on the edge, and after a few more thrusts, I let out a cry, and it crashed into me.

My body flooded with ecstasy. I arched my back, crying out as the orgasm ripped through me, and I shuddered and trembled.

“Oh, God,” I moaned, the orgasm taking over so that I was powerless and filled with pleasure.

Ben slowed down for only a moment, letting me catch my breath before he picked up the pace again. He seemed to switch gears, his strokes getting shorter, and he pumped into me. His face was riddled with concentration and need, and then he cried out, his eyes closing and his face contorting as his own orgasm hit him.

I felt the orgasm roll through him, his muscles clenching against me, his cock thick and hard and throbbing inside me.

“Fuck, Sofia,” he cried out, his thrusting slowing down, his orgasm ebbing.

When he opened his eyes, he was breathing hard, and so was I. We both lay panting, staring at each other.

He planted one more sensual kiss on my lips before he slid out of me.

“I’ll be right back,” he said.

He climbed off the bed and disappeared into the bathroom.

When he came back, he’d gotten rid of the condom, and he climbed onto the bed with me. He pulled me closer to him, and I let him put his arm around my shoulder. I rested my head on his chest, his heartbeat steady against my cheek, while my fingers traced the dark ink stretching over his neck and down across his chest.

“I should probably go,” I said softly.

I never stayed after sex.

“Not yet,” Ben murmured.

I glanced up at him.

“Where are you going to go, anyway?”

I wanted to argue with him, but I stayed. It was comfortable on his chest, and it wasn’t like I wouldn’t see him again later for dinner. Or tomorrow for breakfast.

Or for a casual date with Richard as a married couple.

Oh, right.