“Ben,” I groaned. “Enough already. I’m tired…”
I considered it a miracle that I hadn't passed out yet.
“Just once more,” he promised, his cock sliding inside me. “One last time and then we can sleep all right? I’ll let you sleep in tomorrow.”
I just groaned some more and tilted my head back against the tiles. He was considerate enough to wait for me to get adjusted. When he started to move, it was slow. I breathed carefully, the friction of his cock sliding in and out of me bringing my body to life once more. I flexed my limbs, but I was truly exhausted.
“Angela.”
When he said my name, my eyes fluttered open as I raised my head. Our gazes met, and I felt my breath hitch. He was looking at me in a way he hadn't before, and it made something in my chest clench. I told myself it was impossible, it was already a wonder he was looking at me with lust, imagining anything more would be too much.
I wanted to close my eyes and ignore it. Ben leaned forward and kissed me before I could.
“Am I hurting you?” He asked gently.
My nails dug into his back, and I shook my head no. I was still slick from our earlier tryst and my own juices, so the slide of his cock was comfortable, more than that even. No matter how many times he took me, it felt amazing.
“Good.”
He continued to kiss me softly, his lips moving gently over mine. He licked and sucked on my lips until they were swollen and sensitive. I didn’t know how long we stood in that shower with warm water pouring over us, though most of my body was shielded from it by his. He licked his way into my mouth, rolling our tongues together, and I let out soft sighs and moans, more focused on the kiss than on where our bodies were joined.
Then, he started going faster. With every thrust of his cock inside me, he moved a little faster, a little harder, until he was fucking me hard against the tiles. My rising voice echoed around us. Ben buried his face in my neck, growling as he nipped and sucked at my skin. I knew I would have marks all over me in the morning, and I absolutely loved it.
I called his name, over and over, hooking my ankles behind him as I held him tighter. One of my hands slid down his back to grab his ass cheek, urging him to hurry up. Our previous soft moment was left behind as we both grew desperate to come. I’d already come so many times, even as I kept urging him to move faster, fuck me harder, go in deeper.
Ben orgasmed before I did, which was a first. I could feel his cock pulse inside me as he filled me with come once more. He thrust his hips, his movements jerky and desperate, and as he bit down hard on my shoulder, I whimpered and came again.
“I really can't go on anymore,” I whispered, slumping against his shoulder. “Please, Ben…”
“Shh, don’t worry about it,” he soothed. “I promised right? We’ll just get clean and go to sleep.”
I felt like I was half asleep already. He kept me in his arms for a moment longer before pulling out of me and lowering me to the floor. I leaned heavily against his body as his fingers slicked over my delicate skin with tender swipes of a wash cloth. It wasn’t sexual this time, that soft touch of his, it was done with care and tenderness.
He carried me out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel, and I was ready to sleep the moment my head touched the pillow. I felt his arms come around me as he adjusted us and brought the covers over our naked bodies. I snuggled into his chest and fell asleep, completely at peace with the world.Chapter Sixteen
BenAngela was still sleeping as I went to open the door. I’d gotten up a bit earlier and showered and changed, then called room service for some breakfast. I did tell her she could sleep in, but if she didn’t wake up soon, then we’d be eating lunch instead of breakfast.
I paid the guy that brought the food up a tip. It came with a tray that I carried with me to the bedroom. Angela was still lying peacefully beneath the covers. I set the tray down on the nightstand, then gently shook her awake.
“Angela? Come on, wake up. It’s time to eat.”
She groaned and rolled around beneath the covers before pushing them off her face. She squinted her eyes at me, before looking around the room. I’d pulled the curtains open, letting warm sunlight into the room. She sighed, then shoved the pillows behind her and sat up against the headboard.