Touch Me (You & Me 2)

He reached out, his fingers barely brushing the area before traveling south between her legs. She sucked in air through her teeth when he spread her folds, his fingers slipping inside. She moaned low in her throat as he expertly worked with her body, gently bringing her closer and closer to release.

“Let go, sweetheart, let go,” he murmured above her, dropping his mouth to hers, his tongue shoving inside her mouth, mimicking the two fingers pushing inside her body.

She could feel it happening. It was the orgasm she’d been craving since the last one he’d given her. Sex with him was amazing. She wanted him all the time. The things he could do to her body reminded her how good it was to be alive.

“Ben,” she said his name, knowing she was reaching the crest of the wave he had her riding.

The pad of his thumb found a beautiful G-spot, pressing and rubbing, sending her crashing down in a spiral of vibrations that had her body clenching every muscle.

“Damn, you’re so wet,” he murmured, pulling his head away from hers.

He helped her up, before sliding up to rest his head on her pillows, gesturing for her to mount him. She gingerly climbed onto the bed, his hands on her hips as she slowly moved over him. She reached between them, grabbing his hard shaft in her hand and giving it a gentle squeeze. He jerked. She smiled, loving the feeling of power she had over him.

Her body was weeping, needing him to fill her. She held him in place, slowly sliding down and letting her body stretch to accommodate him as she moved. She heard a long moan of ecstasy escape her parted lips as she slid down. His hands moved to her hips, gently gripping.

“Oh damn,” she moaned when she was fully seated on him, her thighs squeezing his body.

“Your pace,” he grunted, his words stilted.

She smiled looking down at him, noticing the clenched jaw and the rapid breathing. She loved that he was that turned on for her. It was the first time in a long time she felt completely in control. The feeling was making her wet and hot as hell as she jerked her hips forward, pulling a grunt from him.

Her body took over, jerking and riding him like a skilled bronc rider. She completely lost control, her head dropped back, his hands on her breasts, squeezing and tugging as she let herself take the man deep inside her.

“Katherine!” he shouted her name from somewhere far away.

She was lost in the moment. Her body was possessed, chasing the sweet orgasm just out of reach. She wasn’t going to stop until she got it. His body was bucking under hers, pushing him deeper inside her passage. His grunts and shouts of pleasure were pushing her on as her body milked his.

Then, in an explosive combination of light and raw nerve endings, her body erupted. She screamed out in supreme pleasure. It overwhelmed her. Her body arched so hard, she feared her spine would snap in two. Her fingers dug into his pecs, holding on for dear life as her body shattered in spasms around him. She collapsed against his chest, her cheek resting between his defined pectoral muscles, her body still convulsing as his hands ran up and down her back, quietly soothing her overheated body.

“Sorry,” she mumbled, a little embarrassed for completely losing control.

She had a feeling his chest would have half-moon circles from where her fingers had dug into his flesh.

“Don’t be sorry. That was amazing,” he said, kissing the top of her head.

“Did I hurt you?” she asked hesitantly.

His soft chuckled vibrated in his chest, causing her overly-sensitive breasts to send triggers of excitement straight between her legs with the touch, causing her to moan.

“Sweetheart, if that’s how you hurt me, I want you to do it again and again,” he assured her.

She giggled and slowly rolled off him, but didn’t get far. He pulled her back against him, pressing her head against his chest in a protective move that warmed her very soul. She shuddered in a series of post-climax aftershocks. Her hands moved over the place where she knew she had dug in.

“Are you sure?” she asked, loving

the feel of his hot skin under her hand.

“I’m very sure. You’re an amazing woman, Katherine,” he said, in a voice filled with admiration.

She smiled against his chest, kissing the area her nails had scoured. “Thank you.”

“Should I go?” he asked.

“No,” she said too quickly.

“Okay, let’s get you under the blankets before you freeze,” he said, moving to push the blankets down before snuggling under them and pulling her close to his body.

She sighed in contentment. This was what life could be like, she thought to herself. The feeling of being protected and safe was foreign to her, but she liked it. She never wanted to leave this safe little cocoon he created for her.