“Just like that,” he said in my ear. “Leave your arms up.”
He ran the backs of his hands down the sides of my bare body then, the sensation making me moan softly. My eyelids slid closed as his palms made slow, easy circles on my nipples until they were hard and desperate for more.
Then he brushed my hair over one shoulder and lowered his face to the bare one, trailing kisses from my shoulder to my neck. He cupped my breasts and squeezed just enough to make me moan again.
“Oh God, Bennett,” I whispered, letting my head fall back against his shoulder.
His erection rested against the crack of my ass as his hands slowly explored every inch of my skin. The feel of his suit against my naked body was heaven. I pressed my hips back against him, needing more.
I got it when he slipped a finger inside me and groaned his approval. He kissed my neck as he circled his wet finger over my swollen clit.
“Enjoyed stripping for me, did you?” he said in my ear.
“Yes,” I whispered.
He cradled the swell of my belly in his big palm and then stepped back.
“Kitchen,” he said, taking my hand and leading me in.
I gave him a puzzled look, wondering why he hadn’t said “bedroom.” I was wound tight with arousal, feeling warm and needy all over.
“On the table,” he said, unbuttoning his dress shirt.
Oh. On the table.
I slid my bottom up onto the edge and wiggled back a little. Bennett unfastened the last button on his shirt and then undid his suit pants, pushing his boxer briefs down to the floor with them.
His smooth, rock-hard erection made me instinctively spread my legs a little farther. A corner of his mouth tugged up as he stroked himself and then put his hands on my knees, holding them apart.
I leaned back on my hands as he pushed into me.
“Shit,” I moaned. “So good.”
He put his hands on my hips, holding me in place as he rocked into me o
ver and over. When his lips found mine, I tugged his lower one between my teeth frantically.
The building sensation inside me was powerful and deep. I let my head fall back, feeling both lost and found as every thrust of his hips brought me closer to the edge.
When I looked up and saw Bennett’s expression of pleasure, his lips slightly parted and his forehead glistening with sweat, I fell into a spiral of deep, heady satisfaction. He groaned loudly and I cried out his name as we came together. For a few seconds, he stayed buried deep inside me as he kissed me soft and slow.
I let out a breath as he pulled out of me, waves of bliss still rolling through me.
“Incredible,” he said softly.
“It was.”
The corner of his mouth tugged up slightly. “That, too, but I was talking about you, baby.”
“You’re pretty incredible yourself,” I said as he lifted me down from the table by the hips. “You put other men to shame.”
I felt a stirring in my belly, followed by a couple steady thumps.
“Oh!” I reached for Bennett’s hands and pressed them to my bump. “Just wait.”
There were two more thumps, and his eyes widened as a grin spread across his face. “I felt it. That’s him kicking?”
“Yes.”