Page 148 of My Heart Still Beats
Tessa
I let out a whimper of loss when Ben rises from the bed. He disposes of the condom in the wastebasket, and then he returns, looking me up and down with wide eyes.
“My God,” he says, rejoining me on the bed. “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”
“You’re the most magnificent man I’ve ever seen.”
He rubs his cheeks against my breasts, the stubble making me tingle. “I’m going to suck on these tits, Tessa. Then I’m going to suck on that sweet pussy until you come so hard you’re going to beg me to stop.”
His words ignite me with more passion. “Please…” I beg.
He kisses my mouth first—a deep and passionate kiss with the same urgency as before, yet it’s slower and softer this time. Our mouths stay together for moments upon moments as I undulate beneath his hard body, arch my back, and lift my hips, searching, searching, searching…
When he breaks the kiss, I’m both saddened and gladdened. I miss his lips on mine, but I want his mouth other places.
In fact, the power of the ache I feel for him frightens me a little.
But I move past it—pretend I’m in the cold plunge where my mind is a blank.
I don’t want past experiences tainting what Ben is about to do to me, and I won’t let them.
He squeezes my breasts, stares at them for a few moments, tugs on my nipples. I writhe against him, letting the feelings possess me, shield me from what haunts me still.
This moment is all that matters.
When his lips clamp around one nipple, I moan at the feeling that courses through me. The want, the need, the sheer yearning. No one has touched me with such a combination of rawness and gentleness as Ben does.
He sucks on one nipple while toying with the other with his deft fingers, tugging and twisting gently at first, and then not so gently.
“Yes…” I say on a sigh.
“So beautiful,” he says against my nipple. “So perfect.”
When he drops the nipple from his lips, I let out a whimper. He meets my gaze. “You have the most succulent nipples I’ve ever tasted, Tessa.”
I close my eyes, arch my back.
“Oh, no,” he says. “You keep those eyes open. I want you to watch me devour this pussy of yours. I’m going to eat you raw, Tessa. I’m going to eat you until you don’t know your own name.”
He trails kisses down my abdomen and then spreads my legs.
He closes his eyes and inhales.
“My God, you smell good. Like a ripe peach. Will you taste as sweet?”
I can’t wait for you to find out. But the words come out only as a soft sigh.
He opens his eyes. “You’re so beautiful. So plump and swollen and wet for me.”
He parts my legs farther and slides his tongue over my slit.
“Ah!” I cry out.
He stops, looking up at me, his chin glistening.
“It’s okay,” I say. “Please, Ben. Stop second-guessing yourself. Stop second-guessingme. I want this.”
He smiles slyly and dives back into me. He nibbles on my clit for a few seconds and then slides his tongue into my pussy.
