Ben (The Sherwood)

I stilled her fingers, clutching them in my hand. I lifted her palm to my lips and pressed my mouth to her soft skin. “I was trying to tell you something before Mac burst into Ike’s.”

She tilted her head to the side and frowned slightly. “What?”

“You and Asia are my life now. I want you to know that.”

“I feel the same way. I love how your family has taken me in and made me feel like I’m part of them. I have missed that, Ben.”

I nodded but I was angry with them too for taking her from me before. Not again. Never again. I held her with my free hand, so she didn’t topple off my lap and showed her the ring in my hand.

“Tonight, I wanted to give this to you,” I told her. “I’ve rehearsed a thousand different speeches to try to say how special you are to me but none of them can come close to putting words to the feelings I have for you.”

I gazed at her then. Her beautiful, face was wet with tears. I thought she might say no because she appeared to be sad. I lowered my eyes and looked at the ring between us in my hand.

“I know it hasn’t been long this time…I know I don’t deserve you.” Disa laid her fingers against my lips to silence me.

“Don’t say that,” she whispered.

“It’s true. I don’t, Disa. We both know that. I’ve hurt you good, but I promise to spend the rest of my life making it up to you if you’ll become my wife.”

She nodded. Then she held out her left hand to me. I choked up myself when I slipped that ring on her finger. “I have loved you since the first time I held you in my arms Disa Riley. I have loved you since the day I walked away from you thinking I was doing what was right for you. I won’t ever walk away from you again,” I promised.

I raised my head to look at her and she smiled at me. Then she leaned in, her nose nuzzled mine. Her eyes closed seconds before her lips brushed across my lips.

“You better not,” she whispered. “I know people now.”

I opened my eyes and frowned. “You know people?”

“I do.” She nodded. “Rachel Hatfield. Danni Wild.” I cut her off with a kiss then I lifted her and laid her on her back. I gazed at her smiling face.

I laughed at her. “You know people,” I agreed.

Then, she drew me down to kiss her. When our lips parted, she said, “Make love to me, Ben.”

She unbuttoned my shirt and slipped it over my shoulders. Her fingers tantalized me with every soft, tentative, touch. She fumbled with my belt while I removed her bra. We were eager in removing each other’s clothes.

Things were flying over the edge of the bed until Disa was naked in my arms. I traced my fingers down her belly until I could touch her. I let my tongue slid over her nipple while my fingers teased her.

“Ben,” she moaned my name and it was the sweetest sound in the world. A husky whisper full of need. Her begging me with only my name to make her come.

Disa’s body thrashed against my hand while I tortured and teased her. I watched her face. Occasionally, flicked her nipple with my tongue to hurry her along.

I ran my tongue along the shell of her ear. She moaned. I whispered in her ear. “I want that pussy.” She gasped at my vulgarity. “Come for me, Disa.”

Her legs trembled around my hand. I stroked, her sweet body until she orgasmed for me. I slid between her legs, pushing them wide. I knew she would still be sensitive, but I had to take her, rough and fast. I had to let her know that she was mine. Tonight, tomorrow and fifty years from now, this woman would always be mine.

I entered her hard and Disa clutched at my back. I didn’t stop to figure out if she was okay, I kept going because of the sounds of pure satisfaction that she was making. I knew she was just fine.

I shoved Disa’s hands over her head and captured them with my own, holding them there. I nibbled and sucked at her neck, thrusting into her sweetness until I thought I would lose my damned mind.

I couldn’t breathe.

I couldn’t see for the hair hanging in my eyes.

All I could do was hear. Those sounds that she was making was driving me wild, so I forged on. Moving deeper. Harder. Faster. She got louder with every thrust of my body into hers. Her fingers gripped me my hands tighter. Digging into my flesh until it was almost painful.

Then she came. Her body pounded out a rhythm against my own and I groaned like a dying man. I needed this. I needed release with a desperation I had never felt before.

I thrust into her again and again. I ached for my release. My body coiled with tension. I wanted to come in the worst way and I wanted to come inside her. I kept pounding harder and harder.