Page 23 of Benjamin and the Thief

She could feel his hot breath on her skin, and his talented hands awakened every cell in her body.

“Yes, just like that,” she murmured, one hand on his butt, the other on his nape, where she caressed him.

All of a sudden, she could feel the approach of her orgasm. One more breath, and waves of pleasure washed over her. A moment later, she felt Benjamin’s cock spasm inside her. Warmth flooded her. It was different than the previous night, more intense, more real. That’s when it hit her.

“We forgot the condom,” she said, panicking.

She couldn’t afford to get pregnant. She could barely survive on her own. This couldn’t be happening.

Benjamin lifted his face from the crook of her neck and looked at her. He brushed his fingers over her cheek.

“You have nothing to worry about. I was born sterile,” he claimed.

Her breath hitched. Could she believe him?

“Catalina, baby, trust me,” he murmured softly. “It’s the truth. I would never put you or any woman in that kind of situation. Or are you worried about an STD?”

“Both,” she admitted, though a pregnancy scared her more than an STD.

“I’m completely healthy. You can’t catch anything from me.”

He was still braced over her, his cock still inside her. She searched his eyes, but found no duplicity in them. They shone in a bright blue again. For some reason or another, she believed him on both counts. There was something about him that inspired confidence in her. And trust.

“I believe you,” she finally admitted.

He pressed a kiss to her nose, then withdrew his cock from her and swung himself off the bed. For a second, she thought he would reach for his clothes and get dressed, but he pointed to the door.

“Let me just get something from the bathroom.”

She nodded. He was gone only for a minute before he was back with a washcloth and a small towel in his hand. He sat down on the edge of the bed and bent over her.

“I’d better clean up the mess I made,” he said with a smile.

Gently, he pressed the washcloth to her pussy, and she realized that he’d soaked it in warm water. He cleaned her with tender movements before he dried her with the towel. Then he set the two items aside and joined her in bed. He pulled her on top of him, then drew the duvet over them.

“I’m too heavy,” she protested.

He put his arms around her. “You’re perfect. I love your weight on me. Besides, that way I’ll notice when you run off again.”

“I live here. I’m not gonna run off.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

He pressed a kiss to the top of her head. “I enjoy being with you. I hope you don’t mind if I stay here with you tonight.”

She felt a smile spread on her lips and lifted her face to look at him. “I thought men preferred to leave once they’ve gotten what they wanted.”

“You think that’s all I wanted? A quick romp?” He laughed out loud. “Don’t get me wrong—I very much enjoyed you sucking me—but I’ve barely started. I want a lot more.”

“More sex?”

“More than just sex.”

He shifted, rolling her off him so he could pin her underneath him.

“I admit that I love sex, and that I love it even more with you, but that’s not all. I want to get to know you. I want to know what makes you tick.” He paused for a second and brought his face closer to hers. “But right now, I think you need another lesson about what will happen when you suck a man like you did.”