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“Huh?” I was panting and aroused and confused. “How do you know I have a vibrator?”
He chuckled as he opened and closed drawers in my dresser.
“Bottom drawer on the right,” I told him.
He returned with my favorite, the medium-sized one that felt like heaven against my clit. I heard the tell-tale buzz of my old friend, the one who’d kept me company more nights than I cared to count.
But not tonight. Tonight I had a warm, hard man. And not just any man. The one who unwound me with soft touches and dirty words and then put me back together with his confident hands and talented mouth.
“Lay on your side and bend your leg,” he commanded, grabbing my hip and urging me over.
As I did, he took a pillow and stuffed it underneath my bent knee.
“Yeah, baby. Just like that,” he purred. “Now relax. I’m going to give you a massage.”
I huffed into my coverlet, my head propped on my outstretched arm. “I want more than a massage, Bennett.”
“I know what you want,” he whispered against my shoulder, then trailed his lips to the base of my neck. “I know what you need.” He nipped and licked a line up to my ear, inducing a shiver that tightened my nipples. “I’m going to give you everything.”
The way he saideverythingcurled my insides into a warm, tight ball. There was something else buzzing between us tonight. More than lust. It was a mutual connection on an intimate level that I’d never felt before. Not with anyone.
He’d taken my bottle of baby oil from the bathroom and set it on the nightstand after our shower. I heard him pour some into his hand before he massaged my shoulder and along my spine, pressing into the muscles as he stroked down to the small of my back then up again.
“Just relax,” he murmured, voice rumbling deep.
“Bennett,” I muffled into the pillow as he kept his hands far away from the hot zone, “that’s not my butt.”
I felt him laugh more than heard him, then those magical hands kept caressing and pressing, wiping all the tension from my muscles.
I moaned at the luxurious feel of his hands on my back, sinking deeper into oblivion. It was as if he were slowly prying me open. The strong, sure strokes of his palms and fingers seemed to reach deeper than my skin, like he was caressing my soul, petting me, plying me to give him what he wanted.
The wordeverythingkept pinging in my head. While I yearned for everything he could give, I was afraid of letting go, letting him have too much of me. I clung tightly, trying to focus on just the physical sensations, but something was happening inside me against my will. My heart hammered in my chest, trying to break free of its cage, but I forbid to set it free.
After a few minutes—or maybe it was hours, while I drifted in that sensual, dreamy state—he poured more oil into his hand and massaged lower, sliding the oil along my clit, then pumping two fingers inside me. He then moved to the back entrance, rubbing in slow circles around and around until I was arching my spine, begging for him to give me more.
He continued kissing my nape, the scruff of his jaw scraping against my skin. He scooped his arm over my shoulder to cradle me close while his hand mounded my breast and he plucked gently at my nipple.
His slow, steady, tender strokes drove me mad, making me writhe back against him till I pressed my ass back on his finger, breaching myself.
“That’s it,” he murmured, slowly sliding in a little deeper.
I froze at the pinprick of pain. He didn’t move forward. Just kept nibbling and biting along my throat, pinching my nipple a little harder.
That had me moving again while he moved his finger with me, edging deeper. There was still a smarting pain but also pleasure. I couldn’t fathom it would feel this way. My emotions spiraled at the intensity of it, the clash of pain and pleasure given to me by the only man I’d ever take it from. The only man I’d ever truly trusted.
Then he removed his finger from inside me, leaning back to get more oil. He somehow did it one-handed because his other was still massaging and teasing my breast and nipple.
“Hand me the vibrator,” he said, holding out the hand that had been at my breast.
I reached over on the mattress and gave it to him while he maneuvered his free arm under my body and around my waist. He pulled me toward him till my back was pressed to his warm, broad chest and flicked on the vibrator, sliding it through my wet folds and clit.
“Bennett!”
I rocked harder. He rubbed a heavy amount of oil into the cleft of my butt then pumped his finger back in. This time, it didn’t hurt nearly at all. He worked me like that for a long time, amping the tension, the need, sliding the vibrator down to my entrance then back to my clit while working a second finger inside my ass.
There was stinging again, but the pleasure overrode everything. I wanted the sensation of him filling me up inside. Only him. Then my emotions climbed higher, suffusing me with a longing I’d never known.
“Please, Bennett. Fuck me. Please,please.”
