Page 231 of Just for the Plot

He spreads my legs and then guides himself inside me again, but this time, he’s slower, deliberate as he takes my hands in his and pins them to the sides of my head, our palms touching, our fingers clasped together. As he thrusts, slowly, in and out of me, swiveling his hips, he lowers his mouth to mine and captures my lips.

A wave of pleasure ripples through me, not from his thrusts, but from the intensity of his touch, the love I feel in this moment…like I’m the most precious thing he’s ever held.

His tongue swirls around mine.

His chest lightly grazing my hard nipples.

His cock pulsing at just the right pace. The friction is far more intense than when he had my ass up and he was pounding into me.

When he releases my mouth and moves to my neck, he whispers, “I love you, Bower. So fucking much.”

I clench around him, loving those words, eating up the tenderness in his voice.

He makes me feel desired, needed.

Like he won’t find his next breath unless I’m next to him.

And that’s the difference between him and every other guy I’ve ever been with. I’m cherished, important, and one of a kind in his eyes.

His lips find my neck and he starts sucking, biting, nibbling, and then soothing with his tongue as he continues to drive into me, bringing me to a point that I don’t think I can take much more.

“Bennett, please.”

He lifts up and looks me in the eyes, our hands still connected, our bodies sweaty, our pleasure building. “Please what?” he asks.

And as I stare up into his sultry eyes, I know there is only one answer to his question. “Please make love to me.”

“Fuck,” he whispers before kissing me and picking up the pace of his hips while he makes out with me.

I moan into him.

I grip his fingers tighter.

And I spread my legs wider, giving him more room as he bottoms out, giving me so much pleasure with one thrust that I gasp and start tensing around him.

“Shit,” he whispers as he lifts and does it again, caressing my G-spot in a way that is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced.

“Bennett,” I gasp, my eyes falling shut as my stomach coils and my pussy starts to clench, throb…contract around his thick, hard cock. “Oh God, I’m right…”

He thrusts again and the breath is stolen from my lungs.

Again and my legs grow numb.

One more time and white-hot pleasure springs through me in a flash, tipping me over the edge.

“Oh my God!” I cry out in a moan as he continues to pump, giving me that friction I need so I can extend my orgasm, the feel of him stoking the fire while I clench around him.

“Fuck,” he groans, his eyes growing tight right before he lets out a guttural groan, stills, and then spills inside of me with a roar. “Fucking hell.”

His head falls forward, our noses almost touching as I continue to contract around him and his cock twitches inside me, both of us on cloud nine as we look into each other’s eyes.

He releases my hand and then cups my face gently, his lips pressing a kiss to the tip of my nose. “Fuck, baby, I love you.”

I smile up at him and whisper, “I love you, too.”

I stir in bed, noting the sun peeking through the curtains of Bennett’s room.I’m probably going to be late for work.But there is not a chance that I’m getting out of bed right now, not with Bennett wrapped around me, his dick pressed up against my back, hard as a stone.

Last night was…everything.