Rushing the Goal
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She reached out, running her finger down the length of him and he shuddered. He wasn’t going to make it through round two, he was convinced, if she kept touching him. As she ran the tip of her finger along the head of him, he covered her hand. He met her gaze, his cock pulsating so hard, he felt it in his ears.
“Keep your hands to yourself,” he teased and she grinned.
“Ha, do you really mean that?”
“Fuck no, but I can’t handle it.” He chuckled as he leaned toward her, undoing her bra and pulling it down her arms, tracing kisses along the path the straps took down her right arm. Throwing the bra over his shoulder, he drank her in. Her breasts were like he thought they would be—gorgeous. Round, thick, and mouthwatering. He wanted to bury himself between them, but instead, he ran his tongue along her collarbone and down the valley between them before kissing each peak softly. Before he could take a nipple into his mouth, she reached for his shirt, pulling it up. He pulled back, helping her remove the shirt before throwing it on the floor with her bra and dress.
When she made a sound of pleasure, he had to fight back the grin. Her face was so cute, all flushed, and he wanted to kiss her. Damn bad. So he did, and when she smiled, he smiled too.
This was just right.
God, it felt so right.
Pulling back, he looked down at her as her fingers moved along his chest and abs. “Good Lord, for a guy who collects toys, you obviously don’t miss gym time,” she said, running her fingers along where his tattoo for Ava and Leary laid. She looked at it for a moment and then back up at him. He waited for her to ask, held his breath, wondering if he should tell her or do what the guys said. Hold that back, wait for the right moment. Hot and heavy sexy time didn’t seem like the right moment. Might be a mood killer; he wasn’t sure. He couldn’t lie about them, wouldn’t lie, but he didn’t want to ruin this. This was awesome. Perfect, even.
Thankfully, though, she didn’t ask. Instead, she brought him down on top of her, slowly lying back as their mouths met. He braced himself up, his mouth moving with hers as he fell between her legs, the warmth from her center teasing his growing cock. Moving his hands up, one went into her hair, and Lord, her hair was so soft. He had thought it would be, but feeling it in his hand was a whole other thing. It was flawless.
She was his kind of perfect.
Shaking, he cupped her breast, his thumb moving along her taut nipple as she arched up into his hand. Her mouth glided along his, their kisses burning hot and so consuming. As her hands came up onto his shoulders that were still aching from her nails, he pressed into her and she moaned against his lips. His mind went to mush. She was so responsive, so hot, and he was thanking his lucky stars he’d hugged her.
This was all from a hug.
It was one pretty fucking great hug.
Tearing his mouth from hers, he kissed down her jaw, her neck, his teeth scoring her skin and nibbling at her as she squirmed and whispered his name. She slid her fingers into his hair as he kissed down the center of her chest, licking each globe of her breasts before bringing a nipple between his lips. She cried out, her legs squeezing his waist as she moved herself along his cock. God, she was so wet, and it felt so good, but he wanted this to last.
He never wanted it to end.
He wanted to taste her again. Yeah, that’s what he wanted. Or he wasn’t going to last. Inching down her belly, he kissed her hip bone and then moved over to the other one as she trembled, her legs shaking. He kissed her other hip before opening her legs and snaking his tongue down the length of her lips.
“Yes, God, yes,” she moaned, arching herself into him as his tongue found its way between her lips. Just the simple press of his tongue to her sweet clit had her thrashing and he almost laughed.
Good lord, where had she been all his life?
Holding her open, he dove in, flicking his tongue along her clit quickly as his other hand moved to her entrance, sliding two fingers inside of her and curling up into her. She cried out as he started to fuck her with his hand and tease her with his tongue. As he watched her, her hands came up onto her breasts, squeezing them as she gasped for breath, her moans getting louder and louder with every thrust of his hand.
Sucking her clit between his lips and then biting lightly, he almost came at the sight of her coming undone. Her whole body was flushed and she broke out in goose bumps as she screamed his name, struggling against his mouth. Closing his eyes, he sucked her harder. She begged him to stop, but he couldn’t.
“I can’t, Benji.”
“You can,” he demanded, still fucking her as she squeezed his fingers hard with her spectacular pussy.
When she laughed, he met her gaze and she shook her head. “No, really, I can’t,” she gasped, pushing his head away, and he paused, a grin pulling at his lips.
“Really?”
“What? I think you broke me,” she said, still fighting for breath. Her eyes were dark and hard, beautiful. And as he lifted his mouth, he eyed her.
“I haven’t even gotten started.”
“Jesus take the wheel,” she muttered as he covered her, pushing her thong down her legs. Rolling over onto her side, she kicked her panties off and then crawled on top of him. “Maybe I haven’t gotten started?”
Benji bit into his lip as her hot, wet center descended on his swollen flesh. She leaned down, kissing him as his hands came up to hold her sweet ass. He moved her up and down on him, and she gasped against his lips and set him with a look. “I’m trying to seduce you.”
“Keep your hands to yourself,” he teased and she grinned.
“Ha, do you really mean that?”
“Fuck no, but I can’t handle it.” He chuckled as he leaned toward her, undoing her bra and pulling it down her arms, tracing kisses along the path the straps took down her right arm. Throwing the bra over his shoulder, he drank her in. Her breasts were like he thought they would be—gorgeous. Round, thick, and mouthwatering. He wanted to bury himself between them, but instead, he ran his tongue along her collarbone and down the valley between them before kissing each peak softly. Before he could take a nipple into his mouth, she reached for his shirt, pulling it up. He pulled back, helping her remove the shirt before throwing it on the floor with her bra and dress.
When she made a sound of pleasure, he had to fight back the grin. Her face was so cute, all flushed, and he wanted to kiss her. Damn bad. So he did, and when she smiled, he smiled too.
This was just right.
God, it felt so right.
Pulling back, he looked down at her as her fingers moved along his chest and abs. “Good Lord, for a guy who collects toys, you obviously don’t miss gym time,” she said, running her fingers along where his tattoo for Ava and Leary laid. She looked at it for a moment and then back up at him. He waited for her to ask, held his breath, wondering if he should tell her or do what the guys said. Hold that back, wait for the right moment. Hot and heavy sexy time didn’t seem like the right moment. Might be a mood killer; he wasn’t sure. He couldn’t lie about them, wouldn’t lie, but he didn’t want to ruin this. This was awesome. Perfect, even.
Thankfully, though, she didn’t ask. Instead, she brought him down on top of her, slowly lying back as their mouths met. He braced himself up, his mouth moving with hers as he fell between her legs, the warmth from her center teasing his growing cock. Moving his hands up, one went into her hair, and Lord, her hair was so soft. He had thought it would be, but feeling it in his hand was a whole other thing. It was flawless.
She was his kind of perfect.
Shaking, he cupped her breast, his thumb moving along her taut nipple as she arched up into his hand. Her mouth glided along his, their kisses burning hot and so consuming. As her hands came up onto his shoulders that were still aching from her nails, he pressed into her and she moaned against his lips. His mind went to mush. She was so responsive, so hot, and he was thanking his lucky stars he’d hugged her.
This was all from a hug.
It was one pretty fucking great hug.
Tearing his mouth from hers, he kissed down her jaw, her neck, his teeth scoring her skin and nibbling at her as she squirmed and whispered his name. She slid her fingers into his hair as he kissed down the center of her chest, licking each globe of her breasts before bringing a nipple between his lips. She cried out, her legs squeezing his waist as she moved herself along his cock. God, she was so wet, and it felt so good, but he wanted this to last.
He never wanted it to end.
He wanted to taste her again. Yeah, that’s what he wanted. Or he wasn’t going to last. Inching down her belly, he kissed her hip bone and then moved over to the other one as she trembled, her legs shaking. He kissed her other hip before opening her legs and snaking his tongue down the length of her lips.
“Yes, God, yes,” she moaned, arching herself into him as his tongue found its way between her lips. Just the simple press of his tongue to her sweet clit had her thrashing and he almost laughed.
Good lord, where had she been all his life?
Holding her open, he dove in, flicking his tongue along her clit quickly as his other hand moved to her entrance, sliding two fingers inside of her and curling up into her. She cried out as he started to fuck her with his hand and tease her with his tongue. As he watched her, her hands came up onto her breasts, squeezing them as she gasped for breath, her moans getting louder and louder with every thrust of his hand.
Sucking her clit between his lips and then biting lightly, he almost came at the sight of her coming undone. Her whole body was flushed and she broke out in goose bumps as she screamed his name, struggling against his mouth. Closing his eyes, he sucked her harder. She begged him to stop, but he couldn’t.
“I can’t, Benji.”
“You can,” he demanded, still fucking her as she squeezed his fingers hard with her spectacular pussy.
When she laughed, he met her gaze and she shook her head. “No, really, I can’t,” she gasped, pushing his head away, and he paused, a grin pulling at his lips.
“Really?”
“What? I think you broke me,” she said, still fighting for breath. Her eyes were dark and hard, beautiful. And as he lifted his mouth, he eyed her.
“I haven’t even gotten started.”
“Jesus take the wheel,” she muttered as he covered her, pushing her thong down her legs. Rolling over onto her side, she kicked her panties off and then crawled on top of him. “Maybe I haven’t gotten started?”
Benji bit into his lip as her hot, wet center descended on his swollen flesh. She leaned down, kissing him as his hands came up to hold her sweet ass. He moved her up and down on him, and she gasped against his lips and set him with a look. “I’m trying to seduce you.”
