himself inside her. He held her slim waist, his hands absorbing the satiny smoothness of her skin, and wondered again how he could have been so oblivious to her hidden beauty—both physical and emotional.
As much as Ben would have loved her dance to last forever, the tightening in his groin told him he wasn’t going to last much longer. Impossible to hold back the orgasm that built inside him. She was too appealing. Too irresistible. She made him feel…too much. Real, honest emotion he hadn’t felt since Sienna. Different emotion, but real nevertheless. Powerful.
Her neck was flushed, her nipples beaded, and she’d tunneled her fingers into her hair, thrown her head back and closed her eyes. The expression on her face was a mirror of the pleasure he experienced. Her sultry lips had parted, and blood tinged her cheeks pink.
He couldn’t resist her swaying breasts, raising his hands to cup them both, filling his palms with their soft weight. Her nipples stabbed at him, making him impossibly harder, and Melissa sighed a sultry sigh.
Absolute beauty.
His hips were moving now, driving his cock into her as she danced. Driving it deeper. Hell, he couldn’t get deep enough. Yet pleasure suffused his veins, his lungs. His heart.
It was Melissa who ratcheted up the ante. Melissa who changed the game. She dropped a hand to her pussy and stroked her clit.
It was too much, sensory overload.
“Mel…” He couldn’t speak, couldn’t find his voice.
She stroked faster, began to bounce on him, took him in as deep as he needed to be inside her. The flush on her neck swept down to encompass her chest, and just when Ben established he could not last another minute, another second, Melissa came.
She arched her back above him, thrust her breasts hard into his hands and dissolved.
The walls of her pussy clenched around him, tightening, relaxing, tightening, relaxing, so fast, Ben was once again lost to the rapture of their lovemaking.
He let her orgasm guide his own, and then he too was coming. Convulsing below her, shuddering, his cock pulsing inside her. It wasn’t like the previous orgasms with her. Not quite so frantic, frenzied.
This one was slower in building, yet far more powerful. This one involved not just a physical release, but an emotional one as well. As he came, he let go of his past.
She’d done it. She’d freed him from the shackles of his pain, of his hurt. She’d given him this incredible gift.
For the second time in his life, Ben learned what it was like to come inside a woman he’d begun to care deeply about. Sex with Will and their women was just that. Sex. But with Melissa, he cared. And that care made this orgasm all the more meaningful. All the more pleasurable.
All the more about Melissa.
Mel.
His sweetness.
Tonight she didn’t resist when he tried to walk her to her car. She didn’t even attempt to walk ahead of him or three steps to the right. Tonight they walked together, side by side the entire way. And when they reached her car and Ben tugged her into his arms and kissed her goodnight, she did not pull away. Regardless of the fact that the car park was half full, and people milled about around them, she kissed him right back.
A sweet, intoxicating kiss, the perfect complement to the sweet, intoxicating love they’d just made.
And when she climbed into her car and waved goodbye, Ben cursed the weekend that stretched empty ahead of him, void of her presence.
On Sunday morning he gave in to his impulses and phoned her. He half suspected she wouldn’t answer. Not only was he breaking all her golden rules about keeping their professional relationship professional and their personal relationship about sex and only sex, he was phoning her, on her work mobile, on the weekend.
He didn’t care. He’d missed her. Saturday night had been cold without her. Dull. At nine forty-five, he’d almost left Will and his mates at the pub and headed to the office. Just in
As much as Ben would have loved her dance to last forever, the tightening in his groin told him he wasn’t going to last much longer. Impossible to hold back the orgasm that built inside him. She was too appealing. Too irresistible. She made him feel…too much. Real, honest emotion he hadn’t felt since Sienna. Different emotion, but real nevertheless. Powerful.
Her neck was flushed, her nipples beaded, and she’d tunneled her fingers into her hair, thrown her head back and closed her eyes. The expression on her face was a mirror of the pleasure he experienced. Her sultry lips had parted, and blood tinged her cheeks pink.
He couldn’t resist her swaying breasts, raising his hands to cup them both, filling his palms with their soft weight. Her nipples stabbed at him, making him impossibly harder, and Melissa sighed a sultry sigh.
Absolute beauty.
His hips were moving now, driving his cock into her as she danced. Driving it deeper. Hell, he couldn’t get deep enough. Yet pleasure suffused his veins, his lungs. His heart.
It was Melissa who ratcheted up the ante. Melissa who changed the game. She dropped a hand to her pussy and stroked her clit.
It was too much, sensory overload.
“Mel…” He couldn’t speak, couldn’t find his voice.
She stroked faster, began to bounce on him, took him in as deep as he needed to be inside her. The flush on her neck swept down to encompass her chest, and just when Ben established he could not last another minute, another second, Melissa came.
She arched her back above him, thrust her breasts hard into his hands and dissolved.
The walls of her pussy clenched around him, tightening, relaxing, tightening, relaxing, so fast, Ben was once again lost to the rapture of their lovemaking.
He let her orgasm guide his own, and then he too was coming. Convulsing below her, shuddering, his cock pulsing inside her. It wasn’t like the previous orgasms with her. Not quite so frantic, frenzied.
This one was slower in building, yet far more powerful. This one involved not just a physical release, but an emotional one as well. As he came, he let go of his past.
She’d done it. She’d freed him from the shackles of his pain, of his hurt. She’d given him this incredible gift.
For the second time in his life, Ben learned what it was like to come inside a woman he’d begun to care deeply about. Sex with Will and their women was just that. Sex. But with Melissa, he cared. And that care made this orgasm all the more meaningful. All the more pleasurable.
All the more about Melissa.
Mel.
His sweetness.
Tonight she didn’t resist when he tried to walk her to her car. She didn’t even attempt to walk ahead of him or three steps to the right. Tonight they walked together, side by side the entire way. And when they reached her car and Ben tugged her into his arms and kissed her goodnight, she did not pull away. Regardless of the fact that the car park was half full, and people milled about around them, she kissed him right back.
A sweet, intoxicating kiss, the perfect complement to the sweet, intoxicating love they’d just made.
And when she climbed into her car and waved goodbye, Ben cursed the weekend that stretched empty ahead of him, void of her presence.
On Sunday morning he gave in to his impulses and phoned her. He half suspected she wouldn’t answer. Not only was he breaking all her golden rules about keeping their professional relationship professional and their personal relationship about sex and only sex, he was phoning her, on her work mobile, on the weekend.
He didn’t care. He’d missed her. Saturday night had been cold without her. Dull. At nine forty-five, he’d almost left Will and his mates at the pub and headed to the office. Just in
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