Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 102781 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 514(@200wpm)___ 411(@250wpm)___ 343(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 102781 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 514(@200wpm)___ 411(@250wpm)___ 343(@300wpm)
Together we found our rhythm—him pumping and me meeting each thrust until our bodies were coated with sweat, and the sound and smell of sex filled the air around us. Bennett cupped behind one of my knees and lifted my leg, changing the angle of his strokes ever so slightly, but he’d found my tender spot.
“Bennett…”
His jaw flexed, the same way it often did when I’d pissed him off. Only now I realized his muscle tensing wasn’t so much an expression of anger, but rather him trying to hold something back. And this time he was trying to hold back finishing for me.
I moaned as my orgasm began to take hold, and my eyes fluttered shut.
“No way, sweetheart. Open up and give it to me.”
Bennett sped up his thrusts, and I held onto his gaze for dear life. My body trembled as I clenched down around him. The need to hide from the intensity of his watching me was strong, but I pushed through and gave him what he wanted.
He smiled down at me as my orgasm began to ebb, and then every muscle in his body hardened, and he started really fucking me—hard and wild with punishing strokes that ended in a roar that shook the room.
After, he buried his face in my hair and kissed my neck as he continued to glide slowly in and out at an unhurried pace. Neither one of us seemed to want the moment to end, so we lingered as long as we could, keeping the connection. But eventually he had to get up to deal with the condom.
Bennett climbed from the bed and went into the bathroom, leaving the cool air to hit my sweat-soaked skin and cause a chill. The jolt of cold made my mind reel at what had just transpired.
Never in my life had I been fucked like that. And I had a feeling that whatever this was between us, I was going to be fucked in a way that wasn’t half as much fun soon enough.
Chapter 26
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Annalise
We were both quiet, lying side by side in the dark room.
I wondered if he already regretted it. “What are you thinking right now?” I asked.
He blew out a deep breath. “Truth?”
“Of course.”
“I was thinking about how I could manage to start the audio recorder on my phone without you noticing before I go down on you again. I need to capture that sound you make while you come to use for jerk off material after you toss my ass to the curb in a half hour.”
I laughed and turned on my side toward him. “What sound?”
“It’s sort of a cross between a moan and a scream, but it’s really throaty and fucking hot.”
“I don’t scream.”
“Oh, you so do, babe.”
I honestly had no idea what had come out of my mouth tonight. It was kind of an out-of-body experience that I had no control over.
“And what makes you think I’ll toss your ass to the curb in a half hour?”
Bennett turned to face me. He wiped a wisp of hair from my cheek. “Because you’re smart.”
I had no idea how what just happened would play out. Unlike my usual self, I hadn’t thought about the consequences of my actions. Instead, I went with what felt right in the moment. And God knows what had felt right in the moment turned out to feel pretty damn amazing. So I kept with that mindset, not letting myself overanalyze anything just quite yet.
“Andrew didn’t… He wasn’t really into oral sex. So I think the sound you heard might have been the cork coming off some really tightly bottled champagne.”
Bennett propped his head up on his elbow. “What the hell does that mean? He wasn’t really into oral sex? Are you saying he sucked at going down on you?”
“No. I’m saying it didn’t happen often. Like…pretty much never.”
“But you like it?”
I shrugged. “He didn’t.”
“And therein lies the problem in your relationship in a nutshell. I’m not just talking about sex, either. Any guy who doesn’t get over himself to do something he might not love to please his woman has an issue that goes a lot deeper than sex.”
Sadly, Bennett was one-hundred-percent right. Things with Andrew were always about what Andrew wanted and needed. He needed quiet to write his novel, so we put off moving in together. I liked a new restaurant and he didn’t, so we didn’t go back. He needed space, and I gave it to him. Yet when he wanted to go skiing on vacation and I wanted the beach, I dug out my winter clothes to make him happy. And the worst—God, I’d really missed out—Bennett was right. I do like oral sex.
I sighed. “You’re right.”
The room was dark, but I could see him smile. “I’m always right.”
Bennett brushed two fingers along the length of my arm from shoulder to hand. I seriously felt it all the way down to my toes, and it caused me to quake with a little shiver dance.