wanted her, now.
She lay back against the pillows, her eyes wide and sparkling, her breathing fast, her lips open. She looked vulnerable, and sexier than any woman he’d ever seen. He ran his hands over her hips, shifting her closer as he eased himself on top of her. Her head tilted back and he placed his lips on hers, feeling the kiss from head to toe in one shimmery wave of desire.
His cock slipped between her legs, nestling against her heat. She shifted beneath him, angling her hips so the tip of him slid inside her. He inched in, as slowly as possible. So tight. So warm. Her slippery flesh stretched to accommodate him as he sank deeper, struggling to keep his full weight off her.
Her legs locked around him, pulling him in with incredible strength. They moved in tandem, her hands stroking his back, her hips matching him thrust for thrust as their tongues swirled together.
Julia arched her back, her full breasts crushing against his chest and he slipped his arms beneath her, holding her even closer. A low moan escaped her throat and she pulled her mouth away. Her head pressed hard against the pillows as he felt her calves tense against his ass. She cried out, her muscles contracting around his cock so hard and fast it knocked the breath out of him.
He slowed his pace, letting her ride the wave, hoping he could hold off long enough to keep going. As soon as she stopped shaking, her mouth was back on his, hungry, passionate. She drew his tongue into her mouth, sucking as she pulled her muscles tight around him once again. He was powerless against her. His balls drew up taut against his body, every muscle in him rigid and aching. Her hips pitched back, causing him to sink even farther into her and, with one final thrust, he burst inside her.
The cum rushed out of him with such force his mouth went dry. He throbbed, hearing his own groans as they echoed through the room. His arms were shaking as he held himself over her long enough to ease out of her body and collapse alongside her.
He nuzzled her neck, kissing his way along her jaw until he reached her ear. “Marry me,” he whispered.
The giggly laughter that bubbled out of her sent a rush of warmth through him. She turned and kissed him full on the lips. “How about a glass of water?”
“Sure.” The smile on her face was enough of a yes for now.
By the time Julia returned with two glasses of water, Ben was sound asleep. She set one down next to his side of the bed then perched on the edge of her side, sipping as she watched him. He looked utterly at peace, his face content and relaxed. She wanted to reach out and sweep his bangs off his forehead but she didn’t want to disturb him. Slow, even breaths made his chest rise and fall, reminding her what it felt like to have him moving against her.
A shudder ran through her and she gripped her glass. She had been working so hard to avoid having these feelings she’d forgotten how wonderful they were. Her stomach flip-flopped as her gaze passed lower, over his delicious body. She wanted to run her hands over every inch of him and start all over again, but she forced herself to be still. Instead she crept into bed alongside him, marveling at how safe she felt with him. No one had ever made her feel so beautiful or so precious. He really does like me. And I really like him. Her heart fluttered at the thought. Maybe this can work.
* * * * *
The room was bright with sunlight when Julia opened her eyes. Ben was no longer stretched beside her and a blanket was draped over her. She turned to squint at the clock. The smell of coffee and cinnamon wafted through her apartment. Within seconds, Ben appeared at the edge of the bedroom screen. His hair was sticking out in every direction, but he was dressed and there were two high red spots on his cheeks, as if he’d just come in from the cold. “Good, you’re up.” A smile brightened his whole face and sent shivers through Julia.
He set a large white bag down on