“Please . . . let me. Fuck! I wanna make you come. Let me hold it. Please.”
He doesn’t release my hands, but he does remove his.
I whimper when Ben’s touch leaves me, drawing my eyes down the line of my body.
He catches my gaze, giving me the sexiest smirk I’ve ever seen him wear. Equal parts stunning and calculating. Then, holding my eyes captive, making sure I’m watching his every move, he takes the two fingers he had inside my pussy and uses them to rub my own arousal onto my left nipple. Then my right.
My skin glistens.
“Ben!”
I arch off the bed when he sucks on my breasts, tasting the skin there before moving lower.
My hands are freed.
He trails kisses over my ribs and my stomach, my hips and the tattoo, where he lingers, whispering his love for me. His hands push my legs higher as he spreads his beautiful body between them, dropping my knees over his thick shoulders and leaning in.
“You want this?” he asks, dragging his tongue sluggishly over my clit.
I answer with a moan, closing my eyes and guiding his hands to my breasts again.
The pleasure is unbelievable, the way he makes love to me with his mouth, going from slow and soft to a man unrestrained, fingers digging into flesh and pace hurried.
Hungry.
One orgasm isn’t enough. Over and over I cry out as my muscles tighten in ecstasy, as the skin between my legs grows tender from his perfected assault.
I claw at his arms, his shoulders, tugging him up my body when I need my next release to happen with his.
Reaching between us, I position him at my entrance and latch onto his mouth.
He drives forward, swallowing my moans and the quiet pleas from my lips, the ones I always say when he’s moving inside me.
More and please and harder and don’t stop.
“Never,” he tells me, flexing his arms on either side of my head as he bottoms out again and again, as he gives me all of his love and his life.
Sweat replaces water, beads of perspiration building on our skin as we taste and touch and take, giving it up again and again. On my knees, in his arms, up against the wall beside the bed. Ben pounds into me or I grind against him, pushing back, always matching his desire with equal desperation.
Heart for heart. Soul for soul. I am his, and he is mine, in this life and the next.
We crawl to the edge together one last time, my body breaking apart through another surge of pleasure as Ben moans my name with each thrust of his hips, his cock swelling inside of me and his body trembling.
“Baby,” he rasps, filling me and letting go. Giving me all of him. “Again.”
I smile against the wild flutter of his pulse, feeling so small in his arms, so loved and adored.
Feeling it all.
“THIS IS MY FAVORITE SONG!”
Laughing with my head on Ben’s shoulder and Chase in my arms, I watch Nolan spin around in the middle of the dance floor at the resort tiki bar, shaking his little hips in tune with Fireball by Pitbull, as it plays through the speakers surrounding us.
“Fireball!” he yells, gaining smiles from the people around him as he shimmies and jumps up and down.
Tessa and Luke walk hand-in-hand through the crowd toward the table we’re all occupying.
The two of them disappeared immediately after the rehearsal, which Ben totally called. He said they’ve been looking ready to pounce on each other since they dropped the boys off in our room hours ago.
I saw some silent exchange between them while Reed and Beth were going over their vows, but in all honesty, I was too consumed in my own obsession to dissect it.
God, my husband is sexy standing barefoot in the sand. Who knew?
“Hey. Everything all right?” I ask, looking up at Tessa as Luke motions that he’s headed to the bar.
“Grab me one!” Ben yells, craning his neck.
Tessa sits down beside me, her fingers drumming excitedly on her skirt. “Mm mmm,” she answers.
“Mm mmm? That’s it? That’s all you’re giving me?”
Evasive Tessa? Never met her before. She doesn’t exist.
“I don’t think so, missy,” I murmur, leaning closer. “Spill it. You look ready to burst.”
She turns her head. Her eyes glitter with contentment as they fall on Chase.
My spine straightens.
Oh, my God.
Suddenly, it all becomes clear, and my need to pry this information out of my best friend evaporates, giving way to the joy I feel in seeing her happiness.
I nudge her shoulder. “Never mind.”
We exchange knowing looks as Luke returns to the table, carrying some beers for the men.
After dividing them up, Luke claims the chair next to Tessa and leans forward, elbows resting on his knees, his head turned and smiling at the little boy in my arms. He reaches out and tugs on Chase’s foot, grinning even more when Chase starts kicking his legs out and giggling.
I look from Luke, to Tessa, to Ben.
His brow furrows. “Why are you crying?”
Shaking my head, I quickly wipe the tears away, mumbling about how happy I am and grimacing when my obvious emotions contradict my words.