“Here?” He caressed her clit, and she cried his name. Her inner muscles tightened and locked him in place. Blissful spasm after spasm racked her body as he stroked with the sweetest touch. He’d taken her over, as she’d known he would.
“I love how you feel coming around me.” He drove deep then jerked, his seed shooting inside her, and with the skill of his mouth taking hers, he sent her careening again over the edge and into complete oblivion.
He collapsed on top, still buried deep in her heat.
For this moment, he was hers, and she wrapped her arms around his neck and held onto him.
A buzz of pleasure continued to vibrate through Ben’s body well after his release. His heart still pumped at warp speed, but then so did Saria’s in the most chaotic rhythm against his. He should pull out, but he wanted to stay locked inside her body, to saturate himself in her warmth and not relinquish her heavenly hold.
He kissed her neck, and her answering purr soothed his soul. “Are you okay?”
“Never better.” She claimed his mouth, her kiss a slow exploration that left him breathless and dizzy for more.
“I want to get lost inside you.” His cock twitched and he ached to move, to rock deeper, only the smear of blood on her thighs proved she must be hurting. Carefully, he lifted onto his elbows and slid out.
“Where are you going?”
“I don’t want to hurt you any more than I have. How about a shower? We’ve both made a bit of a mess.”
“Okay, I am feeling rather sticky.” She wriggled out of her top still bunched around her waist.
After easing off the bed, he took her hand and walked with her into her private bathroom with its pale floor tiles, cream vanity and fluffy blue towels. Touching her so freely invigorated him. For so long, he’d withheld.
“You have the silliest grin on your face.” She rubbed her cheek against his shoulder. “What are you thinking?”
“That I waited for you, as sappy as that sounds.” He opened the glass shower door and flicked the water on.
“I like that.” Saria skipped inside then tipped her head back under the spray. The water sluiced through her brown locks, sending strands sliding over her breasts. She squirted shampoo into her hand and washed her hair. “Dip your head into the water. I’ll do you too.”
No one had ever washed his hair for him, but he did as she’d asked and enjoyed every moment as she massaged the shampoo in. After rinsing it out, he picked up the bar of soap, lathered and smoothed the suds down her sides, around her back and over her lower cheeks.
“You have magic hands, a magic mouth, and tongue. In case you’d like to know.”
“I’ve heard the first time for a girl can be more painful than pleasurable.” He lowered to his knees, rubbed the suds over her belly and mound. “Spread your legs and I’ll take care of you here as well.”
“You’re always taking care of me.” She widened her stance, and he glided the soap along the inside of her thighs until she shivered and gripped his shoulders. “Which I really like.”
He liked to. “Pass me the shower head. I’ll be gentle.”
“I know you will.” She unhooked and handed it over, her trust in him as unwavering as ever.
Running warm water over her folds, he cleaned her then passed the showerhead back, and with her flesh still parted, softly kissed her. “You’re clean.” He rose to his feet.
“I think it might pay for me to watch those movies you watched. My turn.” She soaped his balls and shaft as carefully and tenderly as he’d done with her.
“Time for bed, and I mean sleep.” He wanted to get dirty all over again, but shut the water off, swiped a towel from the rail and wrapped it around her. He nabbed the other for himself.
Yawning, she tottered back to the bedroom. From the caramel-painted dresser, she selected pink lace panties and a silk cami. Just as well he’d never known what kind of sexy underwear Saria wore under her pajamas.
He foraged in his duffel for another pair of boxers, donned them and joined her in bed. The gap between them, which he’d always ensured, had now become the widest chasm. “Can I hold you?”
“If you don’t, you’re in trouble.” She snuggled under his shoulder, draped one arm around his waist and curled her leg over his. Her breath caressed his chest as she drifted.
Finally, he was able to hold her, and nothing had ever soothed him more.
He drifted, allowing sleep to claim him.
Chapter 3