My eyes were closed and I was panting, lost in the bliss swirling low in my belly. I’d never been shown so much attention before, and I couldn’t believe that I’d been missing out on this for so long. When he slipped two fingers deep inside of me, I was overcome with so much pleasure that I thought I’d come apart at the seams.
And then I did.
“Yes, Ben...yes.”
He kept thrusting his fingers in and out of me as I rode out my mind-bending orgasm and when those deep pulses ebbed, he replaced those fingers with his tongue. Apparently, he really meant it when he said he wanted to taste me.
I panted for breath. I was a complete mess. My climax was overwhelming and powerful, but I wanted more. Ineededit. There was a deep ache inside of me that needed to be filled.
Ben rose up between my legs, grabbing a condom that he had waiting on the nightstand already—he’d either been confident or hopeful that I’d change my mind. I watched as he ripped it open and rolled it onto his erection. He lined himself up at my entrance, and I quivered all over again.
When he slowly pushed his hips forward, the head of him stretching me wide, he held my gaze. I could see a warm affection there that stole my breath. I forced myself to relax as he entered me slowly, inch by glorious inch.
I was so full, and the pleasure of it rushed over me in waves. Ben leaned forward, bracing himself with his arms on either side of my body as he sank all the way inside. I reached up and held onto his shoulders as he pulled back and drove forward again. And again. And…oh God,again.
Every time he thrust, he seemed to push deeper, and I lost more and more of myself in the ecstasy of it all. My fingers were digging into his sinewy muscles, probably leaving marks, and I received a strange satisfaction from that knowledge. I liked knowing that I was marking him in some way because I felt like he was leaving his mark on me as well. I couldn’t see myself being the same after tonight with Ben.
My second orgasm started to build inside of my body, energy born of need and heat that shattered me when I came hard, my core tightening around his cock. I screamed his name, not even caring that someone in the rooms next door might hear. I couldn’t focus on that right now. I couldn’t focus on anything except this man and the pleasure that he was giving me. It was too good, and all-consuming.
Then, with a grunt of satisfaction, he was right there with me, his hard muscles bunching as he pistoned into me more rapidly than before. It drew out my own climax so that the two of us were coming together.
He made a sound similar to a growl that rumbled in his chest, and it was fitting, because this was the most animalistic sex I’d ever experienced.
I was pretty sure I’d been ruined for other men, and I didn’t care one bit.
CHAPTER8
Ben
Icollapsed on the bed beside Tatum, pausing only long enough to toss the condom in the trash can nearby before I laid on my back and pulled her close. She was tucked into my side, with her head resting on my shoulder. I breathed in the heady scent of her shampoo, rosemary and mint.
The sex was amazing, and I was exhausted, with a bone-deep gratification that made my legs feel weak. I hadn’t had sex in a while, and Tatum was so tight and sweet, being inside of her had been sheer heaven. Now, completely content, I just wanted to relax with her in my arms and sleep.
But it wasn’t long before I felt her move away from me. I had already closed my eyes and started to lightly doze, but my eyelids snapped open as Tatum sat up at the edge of the bed. The light from the bathroom allowed me to make out her naked form, all sensual curves and smooth skin.
She was a goddess. One that was currently getting out of my bed.
I sat up with a frown. “What are you doing?” I asked.
She glanced over her bare shoulder at me, her face still beautifully flushed from the orgasms I’d given her. “I need to get back to my room before I fall asleep.”
“Why? You can stay here.”
She bit her lip, looking uncomfortable, which was the last thing I wanted to see. “Listen, I don’t think anyone should know about this. At least, not yet. And I know that Faith will probably come looking for me early tomorrow morning. We’re supposed to start decorating the reception venue.”
I didn’t like that she wanted to keep this,us, a secret. She probably thought that this was going to just be a one-time thing, but I definitely hadn’t gotten enough of her. In fact, I was tempted to go another round, but I could sense that the mood had passed for her. She was ready to leave, and my desire to hold her all night was going to go unfulfilled. I swallowed my disappointment and slid to the edge of the bed next to her. I took her hand and pulled her closer, kissing her lips until I felt the tension in her body ease.
“Fine, you go,” I said gently, while also giving her a more purposeful look. “But don’t think this is over between us.”
A smile flickered across her face. “Of course not. We still have three days on the island, right?”
“And I’m going to make them count.”
What I didn’t tell her was that I had no intention of letting her go when we went back to the real world, either. I liked her, beyond the sex, and I knew that the length of this island getaway wasn’t going to be the entirety of our relationship.
Crazy as it sounded, even to me, I was already in too deep for that.
Tatum picked up her robe, and it was a shame to see her covered up again. I got out of bed and walked her to the door, not caring about my nakedness.