As with every time I looked at her face, I found something new to appreciate. Right now, it was her affection, the way she made me feel warm without evening touching me, the way she made this home better than when it was just Claire and me.
“Ready for bed?”
Her eyes remained glued to mine as she gave a subtle nod.
The lights were flicked off, and the bedroom door was shut behind us. Before I even had a chance to get my shirt over my head, she was on me, yanking on the button of my jeans to get them off. Her lips pressed against my chest, and she kissed me, dragging her tongue over my hot skin, her fingertips pressing into my muscles.
I got her undressed, pushing her leggings over her perky ass and dragging her thong along for the ride. Clothes littered the floor until it was just our bare feet against the rug. Our mouths came together in a hot embrace, packed with tongues and heat, her nails clawing at my back.
I got her onto the mattress, my hips fitting between her soft thighs that opened to me like a flower on the first day of spring. The bed dipped from our weight, and the sheets hugged her slender body underneath me. I guided myself inside her, giving a moan when I felt how wet she was, when I felt how much she wanted me.
She always wanted me.
She scooped me closer to her and hugged my hips with her thighs, keeping me in place so she could enjoy my thick entrance. A breathy moan escaped her mouth, her nails digging deep as if that was all she needed to feel good—me.
My thrusts started off slow, enjoying the way her arousal smeared me from base to tip, the way she was wet from just from being in the same room with me, just from looking at me, just from hearing my voice.
The sex was so good, it was like I paid for it.
She cradled me close and kissed me as she rocked back into me, her anxious lips desperate for my mouth with every embrace. Her little tongue glided past mine, and she moaned directly against into my mouth, doing her best to stay quiet when she was getting the best sex of her life.
I assumed it was—based on the way she drew blood with her nails.
I could feel her climax before it came, feel the subtle ripples in her body as it began to crumble. Deeper the vibrations went until her body squeezed mine with an iron fist.
“Benton…” She smothered her lips against my neck, suppressing her moan as much as possible, keeping our passion confined to the bedroom. Her hand tugged on my ass next as she rode the high as long as possible, keeping me deep inside her as she finished.
I wanted to keep going, to make her come like that all over again, need me more than she already did, but the heat was too much. It had started the moment I’d felt her wet tightness, and I’d been holding back this entire time. There was nothing like walking through the front door and coming inside the woman who couldn’t sleep without you, who listened for the door until you were at her side once again, who wanted your climax as much as you wanted to give it.
Deep between her legs, I released with a loud moan that shouldn’t have left my lips. I enjoyed every second, the way it tingled all the nerves of my spine, the way it made my balls tighten, the way it made me forget everything but the two of us. She dug her fingers into the back of my head as she watched me finish, her eyes still hot. She hugged me against her and kissed me, a hot, wet kiss full of passion that hadn’t extinguished.
I was used to women wanting me, but I’d never been wanted the way she wanted me.
I rolled over and lay there, my eyes heavy with a new wave of exhaustion. The space didn’t last for long because she snuggled into my side, her arm around my waist, her head on my shoulder.
This time, I didn’t push her away.
I’d never push her away again.
“Daddy, he came!” Claire tried to turn the knob, but it was locked. “Santa came.”
My eyes opened to see Constance in the same place I’d left her, on my chest and in my arms. I took a breath before I turned to look at the clock.
7:45.
Jesus Christ. “Be there in a second, sweetheart.”
“Hurry!” Her feet pounded against the hardwood floor as she bolted for the living room.
When Constance was awake, she sat up in bed and ran her fingers through her long hair. She looked at the clock too and gave the same reaction I did. “She slept in yesterday.”