Your Fierce Love (The Bennett Family 7)

“You don’t make the rules, Clara. I do.”

Dragging my thumb across her lower lip, I press it against the center, at its plumpest point. She opens her mouth, licking me. Oh fuck.

“This is going to be fast and quick, but when we get back, I’m going to take my time with you. I promise.”

She nods, licking her lips as I cinch her dress up to her waist, then lift her up by her ass.

“Wrap your legs around me.”

She does, and damn, I love how obedient she is when we’re intimate. For all her sass and penchant for challenging me, she likes it that I take control in the bedroom...or against the wall.

She works on my belt, undoes the button of my pants and then the zipper, freeing my erection. She runs her palm up and down, and my balls tighten.

“Put both your arms around my neck.”

She obeys immediately. Jesus! Her submission is a t

urn-on.

Breathing in and out through clenched teeth, I look down between us as I push forward. The length of my cock is pressing against her slit, my tip teasing her clit.

“Oh, Blake.” She draws in a sharp breath, and I feel the goose bumps forming on her legs, her ass, which I’m cupping with both hands.

“One day, I want to be inside you without anything between us.”

She inhales sharply. “I’ve ne—never done that.”

“Then I’ll be the first. When you’re ready.”

She shudders in my arms, nodding. I feel that primal instinct surge again at the thought that I’ll give her that for the first time. I want to own her pleasure, her body, be the only one with the right to worship her. The only one. I want to earn this woman’s trust, be worthy of her.

But for now, I secure her between the wall and me as I reach into my pocket, retrieving a condom—yeah, I foresaw we’d need to get our fill of each other before leaving. I hand it to her quickly before placing my hand back under her ass.

“Roll it on.”

I’m pressing my fingers into her ass cheeks, parting them slightly, then pushing them together. She rips the package with shaky fingers, and I love that I can do this to her, make her tremble in anticipation. When she finishes rolling, I don’t wait one more second.

I sink inside her, and it’s all sweet and warm heaven. I’ll never get enough of this, of her. Her inner walls are snug around me, and I’m losing my mind. She’s gazing up at me, not just with lust, but also with adoration. That look is enough to bring me to my knees. What would it take for Clara to always look at me like this? To be worthy of that look?

I become faster, rougher, keeping my eyes trained on her the entire time, drinking in her pleasure and looking for signs that this is too wild for her. It is not. She takes it all, succumbs to it.

“Touch yourself,” I command. She slips her hand between us, and it’s a sight I want imprinted on my retinas. But at the same time, she grows a little stiff. My hunch is that she isn’t used to touching herself if she’s not alone.

“Relax. Enjoy this. You’re so beautiful touching yourself, Clara.”

I feel her relax in my arms, even as her inner muscles tighten around me. I drive inside her faster and faster, prepared to rock both our worlds. She’s so tight against me, clenching again and again, that she can’t possibly last much longer. I move from my heels to my toes and then back, needing to pace myself, to stave off my orgasm just a little longer, so she’ll finish first.

When she cries out, rocking her hips into me desperately, I keep her close, pressed against me, climaxing too. This feels so impossibly good.

Even after we both ride out our orgasms, I’m not ready to let go of her. I’m beginning to think I never will want to. My fingers press against the skin of her sweet, round ass cheeks, and I rest my head in the crook of her neck, wanting to prolong this moment.

“Blake,” she whispers softly. “We should—”

“Not yet. I want to be inside you just a little longer.” I swallow, breathing her in, burying my nose in her skin. She must feel how much I need this—how much I need her, because she simply pulls me closer, keeping me in the circle of her arms. “Just a little longer, I promise.”

I let her go after several minutes, and she rushes to the bathroom.

“My hair!” Clara exclaims. “I look like I’ve just—“