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There’s a pressure at the base of my cock, and I know I’m about to come.
“Holly—hell—I’m gonna—”
She doesn’t listen. Instead, her eyes lock on mine and hold as she goes as far down as her mouth will allow. So far that I brush against the back of her throat.
I’m so close.
Slowly, she drags her lips up my length and then swirls her tongue around my tip while her free hand cups my balls and gives them a gentle tug. That last bit of handling does it.
I explode. A shout rips from my throat as my whole body clenches and pulses. I curl upward as the pleasure rolls through my muscles in waves. Then, I fall back on the bed, all strength gone from my limbs. It spills out of me, into Holly’s mouth. And, holy hell, she drinks it down.
HOLLY
I might have killed him.
“Ben? You okay up there?”
“Mmhmm.”
I snicker at his dazed moan and then crawl up next to him on the bed. He turns his head to look at me, and I love the hazy expression on his face. Obviously, I haven’t lost my fellatio skills.
“So, it was a bit of a drawn-out thank-you. But I thought you’d appreciate it.” I want to kiss him, but some guys are weird about that right after a blow job. Instead, I press my lips against his neck.
“Mmm … Holly …”
“Oh, good. You haven’t lost all brain function.”
“You’re amazing.”
“Yep. You’re definitely still sane.”
Without warning, Ben rolls over on top of me, capturing my mouth and having his way with it. As our tongues tangle together, my cheeks grow tingly and warm.
A lot of guys get off and get out. Not that I’ve minded in the past, seeing as how I usually make sure to get off before them and I’m getting out at the same time.
But, this time, all I thought about was Ben and how I could drive him crazy.
After making sure I’m thoroughly kissed, he pulls back to stare down at me, wearing a naughty grin. “Your turn.”
“What?”
I watch him stand and tuck himself back into his pants. Then, with a swift movement, Ben grabs one of my ankles and drags me to the edge of the bed as I squeak in surprise. One of my socks gets tugged off and then the second. His fingers slide into the waistband of my leggings, but he pauses, eyes locked on mine.
“Say the word.”
Someone knows that consent is sexy, and it heats my lower belly in a delicious way.
“Go for it.”
That’s all he needs. My leggings get tossed to the other side of the room. He takes a moment to run his fingers over my lacy boy shorts but then sends those flying next.
I don’t tend to be shy during sex, but I also don’t usually sleep with guys I’m emotionally invested in. So, when Ben lowers to his knees in front of me, staring, I’m hit with a sudden bout of self-consciousness. There’s a twisting in my chest, and my pulse picks up for all the wrong reasons. I’m having trouble with handling his intense gaze on the most private part of myself.
Unbidden, my knees move to close. He doesn’t stop me but glances up with worry creasing his brow.
“Holly?”
“Sorry. It’s just …” I rub my eyes with the heels of my hands, as if that’d clear away the onslaught of nervousness.
