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My throat swells, both at his surprising sentimentality and the guilt that attacks from nowhere. But words stick somewhere between my heart and my stomach, where they’re safe from his ears and where they torture mealone.
He kisses my collarbone, my shoulder, before finding my breastagain.
I moan as his hot tongue flicks my nipple, the guilt slipping away and replaced byheat.
“You likethat.”
My hands stroke over his chest and shoulders on a sigh. “It’sokay.”
He squeezes my other breast and sucks hard on the first. My hips snap up so hard I might break something, except that his pin me to thebed.
Once he’s reduced me to a writhing mess, he touches between my thighs again only to pull back, his gorgeous face wickedly determined. “Don’tcome.”
“Excuseme?”
“The first time you come, you'll do it on mycock.”
Filthy.My best friend is filthy, and I want all ofit.
He strips off his underwear and my throatdries.
He’s long and thick, and I can’t decide if I want to wrap my fingers around his crown and rub my thumb in the liquid beading the tip or whether I want to suck him into my mouth, as deep as he’llgo.
Ben doesn’t seem to be on board with either plan. He’s already tearing into thecondom.
I shift to the end of the bed, swallowing as I roll it on him. His heavy breathing over me and my racing heart keep me in this. My chest tightens unbearably, but I want this somuch.
I lie back on the bed and he spreads my legs and looks at me, fascinated, as he rubs his fingers between my thighs again. He doesn’t relent, moving wetness over my clit in a languorous move that doesn’t match his shallow breathing and hoodedeyes.
The bundle of nerves is on fire and I know he’s dragging me close to the edge. I grab his shoulders inwarning.
Ben meets my gaze. His hair hangs down over his face and I want to brush it out of the way, or catch it in my hand and shove that smug face where I want it sobadly.
He hooks one hand under my knee and lifts me so I’m exposed. My breathy moan is all excitement, all anticipation. He’s not even inside me yet and I’m trembling. He rocks against me in a way that’s deliberate but aware, as if he knows he’s big or wants to be careful withme.
But once he’s an inch deep, his entire body goes tense. “Fuck, you’retight.”
It’s a warning, one I don’t know if he issued to me orhimself.
Ben sinks into me, his determination winning out over my body’s resistance to his length and width. My nails rake his shoulders as I moan, squeezing aroundhim.
My knee is pressed to my boob, holding me open at an angle that makes him feel bigger, deeper, more. Or maybe it’s not the angle that’s overwhelming, and it’s the fact that he’s inside me. My best friend, the guy I’ve always looked at too long, who’s always made me smile and driven mecrazy.
He’s doing more than that now as he forces his eyes open to meet mine. They’re hazy with need and something possessive and primal. Every part of me is spasming, trying to get him out and take him deeper atonce.
“Is this okay?” He nods at my knee betweenus.
I swallow. “It’s intense. I like how deep youare.”
Ben presses his forehead to mine, his lips curving in a half smile. “I don’t hate it either. But stop moving or this is going to be over toofast.”
It’s my turn to lift my chin and slant him a look as I squeeze him, this time onpurpose.
“Not funny,” he says on anexhale.
“Kind of funny,” Iwhisper.
He pins my hips firmly with his, catching one of my hands and pressing it to the bed. It's commanding,possessive.
