When I slid to my knees on the floor a few minutes later, he moaned and arched his back. I’d never done this before, but I acted on instinct as I wrapped my mouth around his shaft and slowly sucked it deeper inside.
As I swirled my tongue around him, he arched his hips and let out a stifled sound of pleasure. I nibbled and sucked as drops of pre-cum fell onto my tongue and down my throat. Each one was like a victory that I savored.
I could feel him on the cusp as I cupped his sac in my hand and rolled gently. He stiffened and cried out what could have been my name as his cock twitched and quivered in my mouth.
The first wave of release filled my mouth to capacity, but I did my best to swallow it down. He spurted seed again and again, but I kept it all from dripping down my chin.
When he was spent, he leaned forward to cup my cheek in his hand. He still didn’t speak, but when he held out the other hand, I took it.
Ben helped me to my feet and stripped off my pants and underwear in a confident motion. I tossed the shirt over my head, followed by my bra, and sat on his lap when he pulled me down to him.
Hard again, his cock pressed against my sex, and my body opened to him. His bare skin against mine was the best thing I’d ever felt. I knew I should stop him and insist on a condom, but I didn’t want to. I just wanted him inside me.
He was there a moment later, his hands biting into my hips in a possessive way that made me wetter. He thrust in and out of me, pulling me down to meet him each time he bottomed out inside me. I squirmed and writhed as he stroked the right spots with his cock to make my heart race and make me wet.
We moved together in an ever-increasing tempo as we strained to get closer, to come with each other. I was amazed and impressed by his stamina, and the expert way he worked my body.
My stomach quivered as waves of energy radiated outward from the center of my core. I clung to him as I came, burying my face against his shoulder to stifle my cries. He held me with steadfast support until the last spasm faded before allowing himself to come. I held him in the same way, or tried to. I never wanted to let go.
Chapter 17
Lindsay
I woke first and slipped off the couch, where we must have fallen asleep last night. I remembered him wrapped around me, so entangled I didn’t know where I ended and he began, but I didn’t recall falling asleep. We had definitely worn out each other physically on top of an emotionally exhausting day.
After finding my scattered clothes and dressing, I took a moment to cover him with an afghan lying over the back of the couch. I stared down at him for a moment, taking in his beauty. He looked so open in sleep, and his vulnerability sent a pang through my chest. I rubbed it absently as I stood up and left him.
I’d planned to go to my room to shower and change, but the sound of Elle’s feet coming down the stairs made me pause. I waited for her to come into sight, feeling self-conscious in the clothes I’d worn last night.
She flashed a bright smile, and she looked so adorable in her purple gown and crooked pigtails she must have styled herself. There was a new lightness in her step, and she was bouncing when she reached me. A lump in my throat surprised me, and I cleared it with a cough. I was optimistic she was going to be fine now. It wouldn’t be an overnight process, but she was going to heal and have a childhood again.
“You’re up earlier than I expected.”
She grinned. “You’re up early too. I was starving.”
My stomach rumbled, and I laughed. “I guess I am too.” A shower could wait, I decided. I didn’t want to ruin her good mood.
“Have you seen Daddy? He wasn’t in his room.” She bounced a few steps ahead of me, saying in an oblivious way, “Neither were you.”
I had to bite back a nervous giggle. “I think he fell asleep on the sofa.”
“Oh.” She whirled to face me. “Let’s make him breakfast and take it to him.”
“Sure.” I followed her into the kitchen, looking for Margot. I didn’t want to step on her toes by helping myself to the appliances, but she wasn’t working yet. It was a little past six, so I wasn’t surprised.
With Elle’s help, as she’d clearly spent some time in the kitchen before, I found the ingredients for pancakes. I had learned to cook a few years ago, but I wanted to keep it simple for Ben to ensure there were no disasters.
Elle busied herself cutting strawberries with a plastic knife. It made me nervous, but she quickly assured me Margot had bought the special knife just for her, and it wouldn’t cut her fingers. I still kept an eye on her as I flipped the pancakes, cooking until we had a respectable stack that would feed all three of us.
“Only one plate’s going to fit on the tray,” said Elle as she popped another berry in her mouth.
“If you can carry the tray, I’ll carry our plates.”
“Okay.” She ate another berry.
I wagged the spatula at her. “If you keep eating those, we won’t have any for the pancakes.”
She grinned and shrugged, but stopped