Your Fierce Love (The Bennett Family 7)

“Careful with the dress.” She smiles up at me. “But don’t worry. You can be rough with me all you want.”

That smile is my undoing. My plan to take it slow just went out the window. Having her naked in front of me isn’t helping my case either.

She flicks on the light switch at the side of the bed, and I love that there is no hesitation in that action. She is damn beautiful, every single part of her, and I’ll make sure she knows that. I’ll remind her every day and every night, worship her.

“That?

??s it, I want to see you, babe. You’re so damn beautiful.”

Clara sits on the bed, and my erection is in front of her. She licks once across the crown, and energy strums through me, settling at the base of my spine. Then she leans on her back on the bed.

“You think you’re the only one who can tease?” she asks.

“You can tease me all you want. But you don’t make the rules, Clara. I do.”

I move over her, and she spreads her legs to her side, opening up for me. I close in, fist my erection at the base, and slap one of her folds with it, then the other. When I push the tip over her clit, she digs her nails in my arms.

“You like this?”

“Yes. I like everything you do to me.”

“Fuck, Clara. Grip the headboard.”

“But I want to touch you.”

“Grip the headboard,” I repeat, and she lets go of me, doing as I instruct. “Good. If you don’t keep them there, I’ll tie you up.”

Her eyes widen and her breathing intensifies. I pull back, lowering myself on the bed until my face is between her legs. Then I cup each ass cheek in one hand, pushing her ass high in the air until I have access everywhere I want.

I lick her from her crack to her clit. She digs her heels deeper in the mattress, her toes twitching and curling. Oh yes. I want to bring her right to the cusp before I slide inside her. I dip my tongue into her opening and feel the muscles in her ass contract under my fingertips as her inner muscles spasm around my tongue. She’s gripping the headboard tighter, pushing herself on her heels like this is too much for her. I like seeing her like this: unrestrained, feeling and enjoying, reveling in the pleasure. Pulling away, I run my hands over her ankles, then kiss the same spots, first lavishing one leg with attention and then the other.

“You’re gorgeous, Clara.” I continue upward until I reach her navel. Her breathing is frantic, and I have a perfect view to her breasts moving up and down. Christ, she’s a sight.

“Let go of the headboard.”

She obeys immediately, possibly thinking she’s finally allowed to touch me. I have other plans. I flip her on her stomach and then kiss her everywhere, including her scars. Especially the scars.

“Every inch of you is beautiful. These scars right here, they just show you’re brave, that you stand up for what you believe in.”

She sighs softly, and I can’t hold back anymore, so I grab a condom from the nightstand and pull it over myself, then flip her on her back again.

I’m so hard, I can barely think straight. Her flesh is glistening, and just the thought of those soft inner walls closing in on me is enough to drive me crazy.

“Blake,” she whispers, almost begging.

I position myself at her entrance and slide inside in one swift move, entering her all the way to the base. She cries out beautifully as she clenches around me, fisting the sheets. She is so tight and snug and fucking perfect.

I lift her ankles, placing them on my shoulders and move fast, watching myself slide in and out, her chest rising up and down in quick succession. She’s not just fisting the sheets, she’s pulling at them.

“This feels so good, so deep,” she rasps, writhing and moaning as I drive inside her faster.

“You’re amazing, Clara. Fucking amazing, you know that?”

Her nipples are puckered, calling to me as her breasts move with every one of my thrusts. In a matter of seconds, I change positions. I lower her feet back on the bed and lounge over her. As much as I like watching her, tasting her is even better. I kiss her chest, take a nipple in my mouth, then skim my lips up her chest and neck, her jawline. I pepper her cheeks with kisses before feathering my mouth over hers. She parts her lips, allowing me to kiss her deep and hard.

Every time we’re together, she gives more of herself to me, and I do the same. Not because she demands it, but because opening up to her feels natural and right. I want to make her feel all the things I feel and don’t know how to voice.

Squeezing my eyes shut tightly, I breathe in through my nose to stave off the orgasm for just a while longer. I’m close. I can feel it in the tightness at the base of my spine. But when she starts clenching around me, I know I’m a goner. I move my hips so I grind against her clit, and she explodes underneath me.