Page 85 of Beni

And yes, sugar on this woman’s skin was perfect.

Like her.

He locked eyes with her as his tongue slid along the side of her fingers, making sure to take every last bit of it that he could find. There was something primal at the swell of satisfaction in his blood at the sight of her moaning for nothing more than his mouth on her fingers.

“Fuck, you better do something with that mouth of yours, Beni. Somewhere else.”

He let go of her fingers with a dark laugh—thick, and pleased. In one fell swoop, he had her picked up at the waist, and sat down on the small island in the moderately sized kitchen. It was the biggest room in the whole damn apartment, for whatever reason.

Unashamed, she widened her legs for him. That T-shirt of his that she’d worn to bed riding up around her hips to give him a beautiful view of her bare pussy spread out for him to feast on. Because that was the thing—when he ate pussy, he wanted to drown in it. And there was something about the taste of August that just got his dick rock-hard at nothing more than the thought of it alone.

It kind of drove him crazier that after she jumped out of the shower that morning, she put on his clothes for bed. The shirt that still smelled like him, but looked so fucking good on her. And she didn’t even put her panties back on.

He knew why, too.

He wasn’t the only one wanting his dick to get wet.

“Give me your mouth,” she said, voice hot with anticipation.

His hands curved to her inner thighs, pushing those legs of hers open even more as he leaned in for his first taste. A full stroke of his tongue from the slit of her pussy to her shuddering clit. The cry that fell from her lips was heavenly.

A new song for him to learn.

Beni went back down to her slit, feasting on that taste of her just long enough that her legs started to shake under his hands. Then, he was right back at her clit with a fast, hard beat that’d he learned she liked. He kept that pace up until she was digging her fingers against his scalp and threading into his hair, hips rolling into his mouth, and his name on her lips like a fucking prayer.

Her orgasm came on hard.

Broken cries.

Flushed skin.

And the taste of salt and sex against his tongue.

He watched her fall apart above him, hotter than fucking ever with his dick feeling like it was about to punch a hole through the pants he’d thrown on earlier to be respectably decent. He dotted kisses up her pelvis, across the expanse of her stomach, letting his tongue pick up the distinct taste of her as he went.

Then, he kissed under her heaving breasts, and up the valley between them, stopping to let his teeth find her collarbones as her whispers came out needy and fast.

“I fucking want you so bad.”

“Do you?” he asked, mouth grazing hers.

“Yes.”

“Say it, then. Fuck me, Beni. Tell me what you want, August.”

She didn’t even hesitate.

And God, that was even better.

“Fuck me, Beni.”

“Yeah, that’s what I wanted to hear.”

He kissed her mouth, hard and deep, their lips parting instantly for a taste of each other. He felt her reaching for the bag she’d thrown to the counter earlier with one hand, while her other worked between them, rubbing over his hard cock through the fabric of his pants before moving higher to tug at the waistband.

She found the condom she was looking for in the bag, and he managed to get his pants down … even if it wasn’t as fast as what he would have liked for it to happen. He let her roll that latex down his cock, the feeling of her fingers tightening on him with fast strokes as she finished was damn near enough to bring him to his knees.

What was even better was slipping inside that tight, wet heat of hers. So fucking slick—she welcomed his thrusts with tightening inner muscles and low moans that said she loved the way his cock stretched her out.