I tremble with anticipation while I hear him rip it open, then the softer sound indicating he’s rolling on the condom.
Then he lounges over me, propping his knees on the outside of my thighs, pressing my legs together. The tip of his erection is pressing up and down my entrance, and if I thought the ache was unbearable before, it’s killing me now. If I could part my legs, he’d slide right into me, but I can’t because his granite thighs are pressing mine together. He has the control. It’s delicious and terrifying at the same time.
When he finally pushes just the tip inside me, I hold my breath. Then he slides in, inch by inch, and I let out a loud, guttural moan. He feels amazing inside me. Amazing and huge, and he isn’t even all in.
“Oh God!” Blake stills, breathing against the back of my neck. And then he pushes all the way in, and all my muscles contract.
“You’re so snug and warm. You feel amazing, Clara.”
My heart soars. I want this to be as out-of-this-world good for him as it is for me. He slides in and out, with measured strokes. Every time he pulls back, I feel a sense of loss, but he quickly pushes back in, filling me again. I close my eyes, overcome by sensation. Blake intertwines one hand with mine and slides the other one between me and the mattress, finding my tender spot. A sound between a moan and a whimper escapes my lips as tremors take over my entire body. I succumb to all the sinful sensations as our frantic breaths and cries fill the room. Blake moves furiously now, pinning me against the mattress, and I’m soaking in all his passion and desire.
I come hard, riding the wave of my orgasm right until he joins me too.
Afterward, he stays on top of me for a long while, and as our breaths regain a regular rhythm, I can’t help thinking that this didn’t feel like just sex, or fun.
It felt like everything.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Clara
“I need to shower,” I say after a while. We’re still entangled in each other’s arms.
“So do I. How about we do it together?” He wiggles his eyebrows, and I can’t help a grin.
“You’re shameless.”
“You have a dirty mind, Clara.”
“So you weren’t thinking about doing wicked things to me in the shower?” I pout.
“Nah, or you’ll be sore tomorrow. I’m just going to help you clean up.”
“Fine, let’s go clean up, Bennett.”
We walk to the shower holding hands, and for some reason this feels incredibly intimate. Blake starts the water, testing the temperature by bringing his hand in front of the spray every few seconds, only letting me in when it’s warm enough. I love this protective side of him.
He reaches for my shower gel and sniffs through the open lid. I giggle when he recoils. “Right, no shower gel for me.”
“But you always say you like how I smell.”
“Yeah, I like it on you.”
I know it smells too girly, peach and honey. When I hold out my palm for Blake to pour in it, he shakes his head.
“I’m cleaning you.”
“I thought you were just going to help me out in a few spots.”
“You need my help everywhere,” he says seriously.
“You decided that for me, huh?”
“Yeah. Anything against it?”
“Not at all.” I lean back against the cold tiles. “I’m all yours.”
Blake’s eyes flash as he pours shower gel in his hands, rubs his palms together to warm it up, then gets to work. I have to give it to him; he’s perfectly composed as he slides his hands all over my body. He seems to particularly favor my breasts and slit, the bastard. I’m so turned on I want to climb him on the spot.