Page 91 of Tight Ends & Tiaras
“Sunshine. Eyes on me.”
I find him studying me. I smile, wanting to open myself to him. Not just my body, but the parts I’ve been holding back that are afraid to get close to any man again.
He reaches between us and gently grazes my clit, and I shudder.
“I’m so close.” I arch back, and he groans, his eyes ravenous as they travel over me, pausing at the spot where our bodies are joined.
“Give me your hand.” Curious, I do what he says and smile as he sucks on the tip of my finger before he places it between my legs. “Rub that pretty pussy of yours.”
Then he leans back and pulls up my hips, so half of my body is off the bed.
“You okay like this?” he asks, his voice tight.
“Yeah.” I’m breathless when he pulls back almost all the way, pausing to watch himself slide into my body. “Wow. Okay. This angle.”
Holy hell, his dick rubs my g-spot like he was made for my body.
“Ben, you feel so good, ohmigod.” I laugh, startled by the sensations rippling through me.
My legs tighten at his sides as he quickens the pace, and I nearly levitate off the bed with how mind-blowing those strokes feel.
I start to rub my swollen nub. It doesn’t take much.
Slowly thrusting, he watches me as I arch and moan and shake through my orgasm.
“You’ve officially wrecked me,” I tease, breathless.
A devilish grin spreads on his mouth. He rolls us over so I’m sitting astride his big body. “Ride me, gorgeous.”
He smacks me on the ass, and I gasp as it sends another bolt of pleasure through me.
I like how he watches me like he’s a predator and I’m his prey.
My hair is everywhere, my ponytail long gone. Sleepily, I raise my arms and lift my hair while I stretch languidly and look down at him. It falls back over my shoulders and forms a curtain over my boobs.
His rough hands graze my thighs as I rise and fall over him. His eyes are riveted to my breasts. It’s crazy how I don’t have any body issues when I’m with Ben. I don’t wonder if my chest is too small. I just feel good because I’m pretty sure he likes what he sees.
And I know I shouldn’t be getting a sense of self-worth from anyone but myself, but having Destiny put down my body in front of our friends is a tough thing to get over.
“You’re so beautiful, Sienna.”
I pause, perched on his lap. My cheeks heat, and I bite my lip to hide a smile. I mean, I don’t know how I could flush any more after an orgasm, but I do. My face must look like a ripe tomato.
He chuckles. “I love that you’re blushing right now.”
I don’t know where this bout of extreme honesty comes from, but I say the words I’m thinking. “You make me feel beautiful.”
“That’s because you are. Inside and out.”
God, I love this guy.
The thought shocks me. I close my eyes to take stock of what I’m feeling as I resume bouncing on his lap.
Because it’s hella early to be using the L-word.
It’s just the great sex, I tell myself. It has to be.
Speaking of which, I want him to always remember our first time. So I sit up more and arch back, holding onto his thick thighs while I lift my hips.
