Page 91 of If I Didn’t Have You

“So fucking wet for me.”

I wanted to smack him and kiss him at the same time. I wouldn’t be this needy, this desperate, if only he hadn’t basically ignored me for the better part of a year.

I cried out as his fingers slid inside me, pumping slowly, building up that pressure that was ready to shoot off like a rocket.

My fingers dug into his shoulders, my nails drawing blood as I hit my peak and crashed around him. The orgasm that hit was nothing like I had felt before. My vision turned dark and white spots sparked in front of me. I clung to Ben like my life depended on it, my core clenching hard around his fingers, riding out the waves of pleasure, until finally, my muscles released the tension and I collapsed against the floor.

I was a panting, sweating mess, but with that one orgasm, I was ready for more. My fingers instantly went to his jeans, flicking the button open. In seconds, his thick, hard length was in my hand. His lips brushed against my ear as his words detonated inside me.

“I need to fuck you hard. Give me that pretty pussy.”

Never in all our years together had Ben talked dirty to me. He’d never even come close. I didn’t know if it was the dress, the moment, or his flirtation with River that got him all wound up, but I wasn’t about to question it right now. I just wanted more, to feel desired.

Hooking my fingers in his belt loops, I tugged him up until his mouth was just inches from mine. “Then fuck me hard.”

His eyes flared at my words, at the crassness that I never used. My panties were torn from my body, and then he was inside me, thrusting his cock deep and hard. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I held him close, gasping and crying out as that same fire built inside me a second time.

I cried out his name as my second orgasm hit, and when he slid down my body, running his tongue over my belly, I rolled, caging him underneath me. With a twitch of my lips, I undid the clasp of my bra and drew it slowly down my arms, then flicked it away. His eyes widened with heat and need, and as I pressed my hands to his abs, his fingers dug into my hips.

He jolted upright, his hand shooting out to grasp the back of my neck as he pulled me to his lips. “Ride me, baby.”

And then his lips crushed against mine.

My body had a mind of its own as I did what felt right. Every thrust of his hips against mine, every time he nipped my breast between his teeth, and the way he gripped my ass told me everything I needed to know. I didn’t stop until he cried out, his fingers clawing at me as I clenched around him.

And then I collapsed on his chest, panting as my legs burned from the exertion. My eyelids drooped in exhaustion, but the erratic thump in his chest kept me from falling asleep, though I desperately wanted to.

“We should have done that years ago,” he rumbled.

I chuckled, running my fingertips over the length of his arm. “Why didn’t we?”

“Didn’t think you wanted to.”

Surprised, I sat up, cocking my head at him. “Why?”

“You rolled away every night.” He shrugged. “I stopped trying.”

“I was tired,” I said pathetically. “But I still wanted you.”

His hand cupped my thigh, then slid up over my belly, cupping my breast before continuing up my neck to my hair. “I like this.”

I flushed in embarrassment, but he couldn’t see that in the dark. “I wasn’t sure you would.”

“It’s not what I expected, but honestly, you’re not anything like I expected lately.”

“Is that a good or bad thing?”

I waited for what felt like an hour for his answer, and what he said only confused me.

“It’s unlike anything I’ve ever known.”

26

BEN

Her nose crinkled in confusion at my confession. My fingers played with the small strands that now only brushed the sides of her head instead of hanging over her shoulders.

The new cut was sexy and edgy, something I never would have said to describe my wife. Then again, she was nothing like she used to be, and I was beginning to see that there were layers to my wife I’d never discovered.