Your Alluring Love (The Bennett Family 6)

Standing in the doorway of the bedroom with a towel wrapped around her fifteen minutes later, Alice is every man’s dream come true. I smile, remembering the way she pushed earlier, determined to get me to talk. In the past, I felt the need to permanently keep my guard up, not let anyone in. With Alice, opening up felt surprisingly easy. In fact, what I want to do now is tear down any walls she might have.

A few drops of water drip down her legs. She’s not tall, but there’s enough of Alice to feast on for hours at a time, which is exactly what I intend to do.

“Lose the towel.”

“Giving me orders again?” she asks with sass in her voice.

“Yeah. I am.”

Cocking a brow, she turns around, and just when I think she’s about to flip me the bird, she lowers her towel slowly, revealing just a morsel of skin at a time. Damn this woman; she’ll make me explode in my pants. She lowers it just enough to give me a peek at the crack of her ass. Fuck, she’ll be the death of me.

“Come here.”

She drops her towel completely, and I take one good eyeful of that round and perfect ass before she swoops around, heading in my direction. She stops right in front of me and I grab her ass with one hand, turning her around so her back is to me. Then I stand up from the bed, push her hair to one side, and start kissing her neck and shoulder, trailing down her spine as I lower onto the bed again. My mouth descends further and I press my hand on her back, pushing her forward. She immediately understands and bends forward. The motion brings her ass up, which is just what I wanted. Parting her cheeks, I lick her crack once.

“Oh fuck.” She shudders and I grip her hips with my hands, steadying her. I want to discover her limit so I can take her over the edge every time. Alice straightens up and I turn her around yet again, needing to see her face. Then I pull her between my open thighs. Now we’re talking. I run my other hand along her thigh until she shudders and rubs her inner thighs together almost involuntarily—a sign that wet heat rushed down between her legs. I want to worship this woman for the rest of my life. I’ll never get enough of her.

“Open your legs for me, Alice.”

She does what I say. She’s between my open thighs, my cock right between us, begging for attention. I press my thumb on her clit while sliding two fingers inside her opening.

“Nate.”

My name on her lips is such a powerful trigger that I barely resist pulling her in my lap right now. No, first I’ll take care of her. While kissing her torso, her taut waist, and the underside of her breasts, I curl my fingers inside her, searching for the tender place that will undo her. The G-spot isn’t a myth; it just takes patience and dedication to find it, and I have both. When she arches her hips slightly forward, dropping her head back, I know I found it. I press with my thumb on her clit at the same time my fingers work the tender spot inside, and my woman begins to unravel in front of me. The first sign is when she grasps my shoulders, and it’s not just for support. How do I know? Because she digs her nails into my skin, showing me she likes it.

“I want you.”

Unhitching my lips from her skin, I pull back. I want to see her expression when she explodes, which should be just about now. “I want you to come once before I’m inside you.”

“Nate, I—”

Moans replace her words and my hard-on twitches as I rub its head against her inner thigh. Just imagining her wet heat squeezing my cock nearly has me losing control, but I hang in there, watching her, drinking in her beauty and sensuality. She shatters beautifully, spasming around my fingers. With my free arm, I secure her just as her knees buckle. Her entire body rides the wave of the orgasm, arching and shuddering against me. Her cries of pleasure are music to my ears. I wait until she regains some of her composure.

“Now ride me, Alice.”

Breathing in and out, she manages a weak smile. “Give a girl some reprieve, will you?”

“No, you’re tight now. You’ll like it. Trust me.”

When I’m certain her knees are strong enough to support her, I let go, lying on the bed instead. Licking her lower lip, Alice straddles me, resting her knees at my side. When she slides over me, I damn near black out.

“Alice. Fuck. You’re so tight, babe.”

“Oh my God!” She stills with me inside her, opening and closing her fists, breathing frantically.

She’s so tight I’m about to come right now, but damn if I will. My golden rule is that my woman has to come first, but if I can give her seconds, so much better.

Alice slides with careful moves, and if I died now, I’d go a happy man. Her breasts bob up and down every time she rises and lowers herself. I cup one in my hand, kneading it, then tease the nipple with my palm. In response, she squeezes me good with her inner walls. My self-control hangs on a thread. I breathe in through my nose, staving off the orgasm, doubling my efforts when Alice whispers, “So close. I’m so close.”

When my balls tighten, I push myself into a sitting position, gripping her hips and guiding her in my own rhythm. A white-hot flash licks up my spine when she tightens around me even more. I lick between her breasts, taking one peak in my mouth, then moving on to the other. Alice slips a hand between us down to her clit.

She knows what she likes and isn’t shy about it. My hands are everywhere, cradling her head, guiding her hips, slamming her against me hot and wild. I’m a desperate man now, searching for the beautiful oblivion and ecstasy only an orgasm can offer. My entire body craves the release, even as I enjoy the pure torture from being buried to the hilt in this beautiful woman. She makes gorgeous sounds I want to eat up. I meet almost every moan of hers with a groan, trying to contain myself until she’s there.

When she is, she explodes beautifully for a second time, writhing and calling my name again and again. My own orgasm hits me seconds later in a violent rush, radiating from the tip of my crown down to every cell. It’s the kind of pleasure that goes bone-deep and doesn’t let go, demanding everything I have.

Only when we’re both completely spent do we collapse on the bed, Alice still on top of me, resting her nose in the crook of my neck.

“You are a goddess. And I’m going to remind you every day.”