Page 123 of Beni

Never had there been a sexier sight to be seen than Beni between her thighs. He ate her like he was worshiping a god at an altar, and this was his very favorite way to pray.

He knew just what to do.

How to tease with his tongue to bring her right to the edge, and then quickly dive right back into her slit with firm strokes to soothe her back down. It was enough to make her want to beg for him to let her come, but hell … she loved the sight of him like this.

All of him, really.

“You ready to come?” he asked, tone husky.

God, that need.

It was great.

She could hear every bit of it.

“Gonna come for me?”

“Y-yes.”

His grin was all she saw before his tongue replaced his two fingers rubbing hard circles into her clit. That steady, fast beat was enough to send her flying right back to the edge again. He knew exactly how to play her body for him.

“Oh, my God … Oh, my God.”

Her words came out in heavy pants, shoulders arching as that tingling wash of pleasure started deep in her womb, promising bliss was soon to follow. The softness of his hair tangled in her fingers, his thick approval coming out in a groan that vibrated against her slit.

And then she was coming.

Hard, fast, and so unsteady.

“Fuck, yeah,” he murmured, kisses dotting up her stomach as he rose higher to hover above her parted lips. She hadn’t stopped trembling, that orgasm was still echoing, and he looked so fucking pleased with himself for having done it, too. “What do you want now, huh?”

“For you to kiss me.”

Beni grinned. “Wanna know how you taste?”

“I taste better on you.”

That wasn’t a lie.

He inched that fraction closer, letting her arch into his kiss and lick the taste of her arousal straight from his tongue. She was tart, but hotter on him. His hands slid from her waist up to spread across her ribcage beneath her naked breasts—he’d wasted no fucking time practically ripping her clothes off when they first entered the pool house, or rather, what remained of her clothes after their swim.

… to be fair, she’d done the same to him.

“Now,” he said, the demand coming in clear, “bend over for me, baby.”

August didn’t even hesitate to stand from the couch, feeling his hands run over her ass as she turned around to kneel on the cushions. Now, her ass was high in the air, and Beni apparently appreciated that sight if the way he groaned and spread her wide was any indication.

“God, look at you. So fucking pretty, and wet.” His hand smacked against her pussy, inciting a moan from her as he added darker, “Greedy, too.”

“And yours.”

He slid in behind her, the head of his cock pressing against her slit. “And mine.”

One of his hands landed to her shoulder, and the other flexed against her ass a second before he thrust in. It was the only warning she got, but it was just enough for her to drag in one quick, shaky breath before she felt like she could no longer breathe.

“So good,” she mumbled.

“Yes, fuck yeah.”