Snapping Up Love (Insta Love Shy Girl Romance 3)

My entire body was trembling with anticipation, and as he kissed me sweetly, I could feel the tension building between us.

“Tell me what you want, Chelsea,” Ben murmured. “I’ll do anything for you, sweetheart.”

His eyes were blazing. I knew he would be absolutely fine if I asked him to wait a bit longer. Somehow, this made me feel like I was absolutely drowning in lust. Knowing how intensely he was listening to me made everything alright.

“Please?” I asked, fluttering my eyelashes at him.

“Please what?” his deep voice rasped.

“Make love to me.” It was barely a breath. But it was everything.

He rolled over to reach into his nightstand, and I heard foil tearing. Turning back toward me, he slid the condom on quickly, then laid over me, peppering my throat with kisses as he placed the thick tip between the wet folds of my pussy lips.

He raised an eyebrow, silently asking me one more time. I nodded.

Easing into me softly, he kissed me until I was nearly dizzy. As wet as I must have been, he still moved slowly as I stretched for him. I don’t know why I found the thought of my body opening for his so sexy.

He was only halfway in when he stopped. “Is this too much for you, sweetheart?”

I shook my head.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” he said, his eyes tight with worry.

Whatever last lingering reservation I may have had dissolved completely. “Ben… I love you. I need you.”

His deep eyes blazed ferociously, and he kissed me with a fire I would never have believed. Slowly, sweetly, he pressed deeper, filling me completely while I trembled under him.

“I love you, Chelsea,” he murmured. “I think I’ve loved you from the second I saw you.”

He began moving inside me, sweet and gentle, creating a deep ache of raw desire that I couldn’t make sense of. My thighs were trembling, so I wrapped my legs around his waist.

“Oh, yes,” I moaned, my hips rocking against his as my body surrendered completely.

“My sweet baby,” he murmured, a deep, wet messy kiss overtaking us both as we began to move faster.

My breath became frantic, and I realized my fingers were digging into the backs of his shoulders. The pressure inside me was building, as the base of his shaft was pressing against me, hitting every nerve.

Every inch of my skin felt blazing hot. I felt like I needed to scream.

“You’re so soft, baby,” Ben groaned. “You feel absolutely perfect.”

I could have moved with him like this forever. But then the pressure inside me tightened again, like something about to snap any second.

His breath was so warm against my ear. “Come for me, Chelsea. Let me watch your eyes.”

Looking up at him, I could see his love in that deep gaze. Having his intense focus directed completely on me was an impossible dream. But it was happening.

And then I was falling, crying out, clutching him wildly as my hips thrust up to meet him harder. As the electricity flashed through me, I almost saw stars. But I also saw Ben’s delighted grin.

“That’s it, sweetheart. I love you so much, baby.”

Then I could feel his legs tense, his long deep strokes becoming jerky, and I cried out again as his eyes locked with mine. His entire body twitched as he growled, “You’re mine now, baby. Mine.”

I could feel his throbbing deep inside me as he came, clutching me desperately as he shook.

I wanted to be his so badly. I wanted to let go, and fall into his world. I hoped that I could learn quickly, so that I didn’t seem too young and inexperienced for him. I couldn’t let him down.

CHAPTER EIGHT