“Not so fast,” he murmured, clasping her body tighter and nibbling her ear. “I want to savor you bite by bite.”
He took her mouth again and their tongues stroked endlessly against each other, their lips moist from their vigorous kissing. If he fucked as well as he kissed, she’d found her man. She almost laughed at the thought.
“What’s funny?”
She’d been smiling unknowingly. “You’re a good kisser.”
His gaze leveled with hers as he leaned on his elbows. “I’ve thought of us together like this ever since the first time I saw you daydreaming at the side of the road.”
Really?
She liked that. Nice to know she wasn’t the only one obsessed. She wouldn’t dwell any more on a reason for his less-than-friendly attitude at the party. It was all good now, that’s all that mattered.
“I saw you before that.” She couldn’t help confessing.
He looked surprised. “When?”
“You were on the boat, pulling into the Old Seaport… I was sitting in the car watching.”
His dark eyebrows resumed their straight line, a little smile tugged at the corner of his lips. “And you have coveted me ever since.”
She bumped him off her, and because he wasn’t expecting it, she succeeded in dislodging him slightly. “You’re too big for your britches.”
Ben grinned as he rolled back on top of her. His eyes grew darker and by the wolfish grin on his face she knew she was in trouble. The kind of trouble she was dying for. “Surely you’re not complaining,” he said, grinding his pelvis against hers.
Idiot!
She rolled her eyes. “I’ll let you know, after.”
“Oh, allow me…” he said, taking one of her nipples into his mouth.
She sighed deeply as he went about proving himself to her. He needn’t try very hard, his kissing had brought her pretty close to the finish line. But all the same, his talented tongue went about stroking areas of her body she didn’t know could be so excitable—who would have thought that a kiss to the back of her knee could give her such a thrill, or that the fold of her elbow was so sensitive?
The growth of dark hair on his chest teased her tender nipples, and jolts of desire rushed through her, gathering moist heat between her thighs. Oh man, she would go out of her mind if he didn’t hurry up and get inside her soon. Her need for fulfillment was so fierce and her level of arousal so strong, she was quite sure once he entered her she would erupt like a volcano.
“Ben, Ben, please!”
Was that her whimpering? Her begging? Yup, and she would make no apologies. Ben was most decisively driving her insane with need.
“Shh, just a little longer.”
Jesus, how much longer? Was he a marathon man?
“Be patient, it will be good.”
Okay, but please, please hurry up!
He nudged her entrance with the tip of his cock and pushed just enough for her to whimper with joy.
Finally!
He teasedher by pulling back but she followed him with her hips. Groaning, he sank fully into her wet, tight sheath.
Oh God! “So good!” She moaned and bit her lips not to shout I love you, the words hanging on her lips for a breathing moment, before she expelled, “Ben.”
His hips gyrated, getting deeper, and she let out a soft cry.
“You’re so beautiful. So responsive. It’s going to be a bitch to go slow.”
A smile flickered over her face as his gaze dropped to her breasts and then back to her face, his big, brown eyes so intense and lustful she shivered with delight.
They quickly found their pace, as if they’d been doing it for years rather than for the first time. Everything about Ben felt familiar—his smell, his touch, the way he tasted, the sound of his voice. It was as though she’d known him in another life. Spooky! But so true.
As Ben upped the speed Julia matched him with the thrusting of her hips, holding tight to his arms, anchoring him to her. One hand on her hip, the other on her breast, Ben slammed into her time and time again, getting closer and closer to the edge.
“Let’s change positions.”
Momentarily thrown off balance, Julia just stared at him while his words were processed through her foggy brain. He grabbed her legs and pushed her knees toward her chest, her feet pointing up at the ceiling as he slid his thighs under her ass, aiding the penetration. Oh my God! Oh my God! Oh my God! It felt amazing. It was as if they’d fused together. Heat rushed to her face as shivers of arousal ricocheted down her body, all converging at her core, adding to the fire already raging there. Her fingers gripped the sheet as her head thrashed on the pillow. Too much. Too many sensations. Too much stimulation. I can’t take it! I’m going out of my mind.
“You okay?”
Am I okay? She didn’t think okay quite defined the incredible, amazing sensations ripping through her body. Shuddering, she nodded, her eyelids shut as she balanced on the edge. Her hands switched to his thighs and she pulled him closer.
“Oh fuck!” he shouted as he pistoned in and out of her with added speed and force. “Hold on tight, Julia, a mega wave is coming,” he announced, a hint of amusement in the tone of his voice.
And then they were surfing the wave together and nothing else mattered but the release of all the sexual pressure that had built up in the past hour. She exploded in one long orgasm, taking him with her, shuddering and growling for what seemed an eternity.
Slowly coming out of the fuzz her brain had plunged into, she heard Ben whispering, “I want you to stay the night.”
Her heart leaped with joy. “I’d like that,” she said, forcing herself to remain calm when she felt like doing a little tap dance.
* * * * *
They were having breakfast by a bay window overlooking a well-manicured lawn and the river, after a night spent having the best sex of her life. Images of them tangled together in bed surged through her mind. Lightheaded with happiness and arousal, Julia watched Ben cut his food before putting the knife down and starting to fork eggs and bacon into his mouth. He was so hot. And sexy. And gorgeous. And she was so totally infatuated with him.
“So, Ben,” she began casually, “in your travels you must have met women from all over the world.”
What am I saying?
“I’ve met a few,” he admitted, even as she sensed his defenses go up. Shit!
The thought she might be stepping into private ground crossed her mind but she’d waited two long years for a man to touch her with love and desire, and by God, this was that man. She felt bold. Daring. Eager to know all about him. In her heart he was the one, though to him she might be just a distraction before he got back on his boat and sailed into the sunset. Unwelcome claws of jealousy scratched her confidence, and the thought of him kissing other women, sharing his gorgeous body with countless lovers around the world didn’t sit well with her. This wouldn’t do, she had to get a grip on herself and focus on the reason that had brought her to his house the night before. Sex. That’s what they’d had. Plenty of, in fact. So now she was going to stop her silly wishes and hopes and enjoy their relationship while it lasted.
“Which nationality impressed you most?”
“Mmm, hard to tell…” Ben said, putting his cup down and rubbing his bearded chin. “I’d have said Spanish women are among the sultriest in the world, with their sun-kissed looks and love for partying…” He sighed. “But Australian, with their button-nose hotness and accents that melt one’s ear… Well, it’s a hard call. Though Thai women…” Another sigh. “But then I mustn’t forget the Brazilians. Think Gisele, Adriana…” He stroked his chest and closed his eyes. “Too hot for words.”
“Okay, okay, I get the message. American women don’t even make the Top Ten list. Is that it?” Julia said, feeling slightly dejected by his candid admission that he favored other nationals to American women.
And one American in particular.
No need to get all hot and bothered. You asked and he, we
ll, answered.
He grinned with sinful intent, his brown eyes darkening mischievously as he tugged her hand and pulled her onto his lap. “Hey, I didn’t finish the list,” he said, brushing his lips over hers.
“You’ve said enough, thank you very much.”
“No, wait, the best is yet to come.”
She glanced him a look. He was obviously enjoying himself and she had no choice but to play along with him. “Oh yeah? Who’s next, the fashionable Italians? Or let me guess…” She pressed her index finger to her chin and batted her lashes. “The Swedish goddesses?”
He grinned. “Hmm, those weren’t bad either.” He yelped when she pinched his arm, and she laughed, sounding light and carefree as she came to realize he’d been teasing her all along.
Ben slid the hand resting on her thigh under the terrycloth robe he’d lent her, and a shiver of lust rushed through her body. His hand traveled up until he found her breast and cupped it with great care. His gaze connected with hers and a slow, sinful grin transformed his entire expression. “I might have to revise my assessment, though.”
She stared into his eyes, hopelessly lost in the sea of sensuality she saw shimmering in their depths. She licked her suddenly dry lips, his seductive comment overloading her senses. “The Japanese?” she asked, barely managing to get the words out past the lump in her throat.
He tugged at her belt, pulling the robe open, and leisurely assessed her from the shoulders all the way down to her aquamarine nail polish. “Japanese, you say?” He shook his head. “Nah, I much prefer full breasts, nice rounded hips, long, smooth legs…”
Her nipples tightened as if he’d caressed them with more than just his eyes. A flush covered her face and neck, and warm heat pooled in her pussy. “I get the point.”
He smiled. “I knew you would,” he murmured, looking smug.
His thumb grazed her stiff crest and her pulse skipped an erratic beat, and there was nothing she could do to stop the whimpering of need that escaped her.
“More?” he asked, his voice low and raspy.
Her entire body trembled as last night’s images danced against her closed eyelids. “Y-yes.”
His mouth, open and damp, moved along her cheek to her arched throat. “I was hoping you’d say that,” he murmured.
Her lashes slowly drifted open. She flattened her hand against his chest and leisurely dragged her palm down his torso and over his taut abdomen until she’d circled her fingers around his fierce erection. She licked her bottom lip with her tongue. “Look who’s happy to see me,” she said huskily, sassily, just as her hand stroked upward and squeezed the sensitive tip of his straining shaft.
With a low curse, he grasped her wrist to stop her sensual assault.
“Don’t tell me you don’t want me, Ben,” she said, pouting. Her lips brushed his as her thumb slipped over the silky head of his cock in an erotic caress. With a groan of raw hunger, he buried his hands into her hair and captured her mouth in a ravenous kiss she wholeheartedly welcomed.
“Oh, I want you all right!” he rasped, and to prove the point he filled her mouth again with the velvet heat of his tongue. Plunging deep and thrusting hard, the rigid length of his erection rubbing against her thigh, his hand stroking and kneading her butt, Ben cupped the back of her neck with his other hand.
She shivered and he gradually eased the kiss. Their gazes met and held. He slipped his fingers between her legs and her skin quivered, her breathing deepened and her lips parted with a languorous sigh. He had magic fingers, and when they toyed with her navel and crawled over her mound, passion and desire jolted through her, searing her senses with fierce heat and uncontrollable urges. Her arm tightened around his neck as she brought his head down for another passionate kiss.
She couldn’t get enough of his sweet taste with a hint of coffee, or of his fresh male scent direct from the shower. Neither could she tire from feeling his strong arms around her or the raw emotion his kisses caused in her. It was all too wonderful, though a threat to her heart, shaking her resolve to treat their relationship as a casual affair. She ached for him, a constant affliction since the day she saw him standing tall and gorgeous on the deck of his boat. Her lips brushed the strong column of his neck while her thumb slipped over the silky head of his shaft in a slow caress designed to push him to the point of no return.
With a groan of raw hunger, he ended the kiss and sat her on his lap, facing away from him, his erection nestled against her bottom, and she instinctively shimmied back against him. He nudged her legs farther apart with his hand and slipped his fingers between her folds. Her breath deepened and she moaned, fast becoming addicted to his magic touch. When he pressed a kiss to the back of her neck her whole body shuddered with added arousal.
The unwrapping of a condom brought her head around. She watched him cover himself with practiced precision. She smiled and braced her hands on his solid thighs as she lifted her ass. Pussy and dick aligned, Julia eased herself onto his thickness, inch by delicious warm inch, humming while burying him deep inside her.
“Fuck,” he growled, tightening his arm around her waist, his lips closing on the hot spot behind her neck, his hand on her breast, tweaking her nipple. A surge of fresh juice flooded her pussy and she shuddered uncontrollably by the force of her desire.
Their robes—an encumbrance that limited their movements—were quickly discarded before he gripped her hips and pressed her down onto his pulsing cock. She moaned deeply as she wiggled her ass and glided down his strong rod.
“Ride me,” he urged, his voice deep.
Her hair flipped forward, covering her face as she moved. With her hands braced on his legs, Julia slid up and down his hard dick, keeping an even pace.
“I knew you had the moves the minute I saw you on that dance floor,” Ben whispered in her ear when she leaned against his large torso. “I’ve wanted to take you home and devour you ever since.”
Wow! How was she supposed to respond to that? She’d been so sure he had hardly noticed her, busy as he was with Red.
“Hmm…”
He chuckled. “Surprised?”
“Yes.”
“You shouldn’t be. I’ve only had eyes for you since I got here.”
“Um…”
“What?” He cupped her chin and turned her face to him. “You don’t believe me?”
What did it matter if she believed him or not? She was here now and he was, well, devouring her. She shrugged and tried to turn her face away but he held fast. “Answer me.” His low, commanding voice sent an unexpected thrill through her system. Ben was obviously not a man easily dissuaded from getting what he wanted, and at this moment he wanted an answer. From her.
“It’s just that you had company that night…”
Understanding flickered in his eyes and he grinned.
Bastard! She tried once again to escape from his strong grasp but he tilted her head back and to the side to give his mouth access to hers. It wasn’t a gentle kiss or a long one, but its impression on her lasted longer than any one before.
“She was nothing to me but a mere distraction,” he confessed in a whisper.
What am I, then? She didn’t have time to dwell on his meaningbecause when hepressed a finger to her clit, Julia bucked and whimpered and would have unseated herself if it wasn’t for his steel-like arm around her waist, anchoring her.
“Shh, stay still,” he commanded in a low voice.
Stay still? Was he joking? Had he any idea how much his hand palming her breast excited her as he tweaked her nipple? Or how insane with need the stroking of her clit made her? And what a thrill it was to feel his dick deep inside her while the hair on his chest rubbed against her back and his warm breath teased her neck? Really! He’s asking too much from a girl sex starved for the past two years.
The hell with obeying him. “Mmm…” she moaned deep when he kissed the side of her neck and she pressed harder against him, her strong inner muscles gripping his cock like a fist. His gro
an filled her with added desire and self-satisfaction. Good, she was glad to know she too could make him sing.
“You’ve held my desire from the moment I saw you,” he rasped, grazing his teeth over her shoulder. She reached behind and twined her fingers in his hair, tilting her head back so that he could lick and nip the side of her neck. She loved that. Short of licking her clit, kissing her neck was hands down the most exciting thing a lover could do to her.
She picked up speed and Ben clawed his fingers around her hips to help set a rhythm. She whimpered from the loss of his touch on her hard bud but quickly replaced his with her finger, bringing herself rapidly to the edge. Pressed against him, his hands controlling her movements while his cock slid in and out of her, she felt completely within his control as he drove them up near the edge, pulling back just before going over.
“Ben!”
“C’mon, honey, let it go.”
She felt the orgasm coming, tiny tremors in her thighs, toes curling as she soared into mind-blowing pleasure. “Oh my God, Ben, I’m coming!” she gasped, clawing his legs.
It seemed her orgasm went on forever before she finally found the blissful release, moans and whimpers tearing from her throat as Ben surged and pulsed inside her. She sobbed his name and felt him stiffen, shouting her name out loud as he emptied himself inside her, thrusting deeper than she had ever felt before.
* * * * *
Sliding his hands into the softness of her hair, Ben cupped the back of Julia’s head and brought her lush mouth to his. The pleasure of holding her sexy body in his arms as he nibbled and sucked on the soft, supple flesh of her lower lip was so much more than he’d imagined. She tasted like ripe, juicy cherries, an intoxicating drug to his senses. Her hands slipped to his shoulders and her lips parted in invitation, a silent plea he eagerly answered. He deepened the kiss in gradual, tormenting degrees until their tongues touched and tangled softly. Languidly. Intimately.
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