Frayed (Connections, #4)(93)

Her body is completely bare of any hair. Even her eyebrows are faint, lighter than the color of her hair. I had noticed on our dates the smooth skin of her arms, and on the few times she had worn skirts, I noticed her legs were just as bare. But when I felt her smooth, bare * at the beach I almost came on the spot. I love this—love the feel of her smooth, soft skin against my tongue. I love the lack of any barrier between us.

A gentle kiss on her thigh, then another and another. I trace a half-moon around her * from one side to the other. She squirms and her fists clench the sheets. I feel a grin cross my lips when I see how turned on she is. When I get to the other thigh, I lift my face but quickly descend to cover her clit with my mouth. I suck on it immediately and she cries out, sending adrenaline shooting through my veins. Next I place a soft kiss in the same place I just engulfed with my mouth and suck on it again. She whimpers, alternating between sounds of pleasure and pain—the pained sounds come when I stop; the pleasured moans escalate with every suck. I take my time, wanting her to thoroughly enjoy this. When I use my tongue to circle her clit, I can’t suppress my own groan at her reaction. She almost jumps out of her skin.

“Do you like that?” I ask, already knowing she does.

“Yes,” she answers through gritted teeth.

“Do you want me to do it again?”

“Yes,” she cries out, her legs stiffening in anticipation.

I look up at her. “Do you want to feel heaven?”

I know she wants to roll her eyes at me, but instead she says, “Yes,” in a pant.

“Then take the sheet off us.”

She peeks down at me. “What?”

“You heard me, take the sheet off and watch me.”

I see her fingers let go of the bottom sheet and as she starts to tug the top one down I grab it and pull it off us. With sunlight shining on us I dive down, wanting to devour every single inch of her. Her fingers thread in my hair. And when my fingers move her apart and my tongue dips inside, she tugs on my locks. When her knees pop up and her toes dig into my calves, I know she’s close. I look up at her—her hooded eyes filled with desire look back at me.

“No, Ben. Please don’t stop,” she says, her words choppy, sounding as though she’s having trouble speaking.

“I won’t. Just tell me where you want to go,” I answer, my words coming out with equal effort

“Take me to heaven, Ben. Make me come.”

My mouth covers her again and this time I lick and suck at the same time and let her find her release. I want her to feel something she never has. I want to be the one to take her heaven.

“Oh, Ben, yes!” she screams.

My hands find her toes curled into my calves and I clutch them as she rides another wave of pleasure and then another. With my heart pounding in my ears, I crawl up her body and hover over her and stare down at her. Again I have to swallow the lump in my throat, but it has nothing to do with sadness. It’s her beauty and I don’t understand where these feelings are coming from, but at the same time I don’t care. Her hands glide down my face, and the smile on her lips grows wider.

Unable to speak, I simply stare into her eyes. Her hands move to my cock, and her finger goes right to that spot beneath it. Fuck, if I weren’t already ready for her, what she’s doing right now would make me hard instantly. Finally I reposition myself and slide my straining cock slowly inside her. Her * is wet and as I fill her I can’t stop from shuddering at the overwhelming pleasure.

Her back arches.

“Oh God,” I groan, and bury my face in her neck.

Pleasure strikes immediately. She feels warm, welcoming, and so ready for me that I can’t control myself.

She smooths her hands down my back and runs her nails over my muscles. My blood feels as if it’s on fire. I push deeper, move faster. She urges me faster with her hips and this time I can’t hold on. When she moans louder suddenly, that’s all that matters. In this one single moment all I can feel is the need for release.

“Fuck,” I call out when she changes the angle of hips by wrapping her legs around me, allowing me to thrust even deeper inside her. I’ve had sex with countless women over the last three years, but not one of them has made me feel like this right now.

I chance a look in her eyes and I’m done. It’s a bolt of lightning crashing through my body.

“Come with me,” I plead with her, my voice hoarse.

“I will, I will, I promise,” she cries in a ragged tone.

I close my eyes. My muscles tense everywhere. And as we call out each other’s name in unison, my body jerks and I feel as if I’m breaking through some unknown barrier I didn’t know existed. I open my eyes to look at her as I come harder than I’ve ever experienced. I feel as if my body is exploding—as if it’s separating into smaller pieces and leaving this universe for another. The feeling scares the living shit out of me.

It takes me a few minutes to collect myself. Sweat coats my body, my cock throbs inside her, and finally I collapse next to her, unable to move. I bury my face in her neck and when I feel the air return to my lungs I kiss her softly. First her shoulder, then her neck, her jaw, and finally her mouth. She kisses me back, mimicking my own pattern. She kisses my mouth, my jaw, my neck, my shoulder. I shiver at her gentleness. Maybe that’s what’s different about her? The f*cking isn’t just f*cking. It’s intermixed with tenderness. I haven’t felt that in a long time. I think I missed it.