He sucked her, licked her. As the clawing need grew within her, her hips rose, demanding more.
“Uh-uh.” He lifted, propping himself up with a hand on her pelvis and holding her down in the process. Slowly, ever so slowly, he slid a thick finger in her pussy.
Lovely new nerves wakened to life under the slow stretch and friction. More. Need more. She reached for his hair…then pulled her hands back. This was his reward—and she sure couldn’t complain of his skills.
When he added another finger, the sensuous slide of his thrusting made her breathing hitch. And then his tongue lashed her clit, top and side, as he plunged his fingers in and out in a demanding rhythm.
Up, up, everything tightened inside her. The tension built, and her legs trembled, her muscles turned taut.
His laugh rumbled against her skin and then his lips closed tightly around her clit and he sucked. Sucked hard.
Her breathing stopped completely as the pressure peaked and then an upsurge of sensation rolled over her, through her—drowning her in pleasure.
Wave after wave.
Even as she gasped for air, he flipped her onto her hands and knees, and came down on her. One iron arm curved around her waist as he fit himself to her entrance.
“Brace yourself, Mistress. I’m so fucking going to take you.”
“Be—”
He slammed into her.
She was so swollen that his penetration shocked her with the force of a blow. He felt huge, filling her to the point of pain—and yet his second violent thrust pitched her right over into an unstoppable, shocking orgasm. Her head swam as the blinding release shuddered up her center.
“Fuck, woman, yes.” His low, harsh voice rumbled against her like a landslide. Pressed deep within her, he palmed her breasts and pulled on her nipples, drawing out the waves impossibly.
God. Her fingers curled around the lounge frame. Her arms gave out, dropping her head to the cushions as her whole body sang with delight.
“Anne.” At the strained sound, she realized he’d held himself in check. Worrying about her.
From somewhere, she managed one tiny breath. “Take me, Benjamin. Hard.”
“Thank fucking Christ.” His hands seized her hips as he pulled out fast, and then he hauled her back onto his cock. Growling his pleasure, he controlled her, pushing her off his shaft and yanking her on in a rhythmic impalement. Again and again. The slapping sounds of flesh on flesh echoed in the room along with the wet noises and his grunts of enjoyment.
With each breath, she drew in the scents of sex, his clean, earthy aftershave, and tantalizing musk.
His fingers gripped her hips fiercely enough to bruise, adding the kind of erotic pain she’d given him, like a high note in the song that was sex.
And then he drove painfully deep, holding there as his thick shaft pulsed. His guttural groan was born in the depths of the earth.
God, she loved him.
He stayed still a moment, frozen in place, as the tides of pleasure flowed between them.
With a low sigh, he curved his arms around her and rolled them onto their sides, her back to his chest. Her head rested on his arm and his other hand settled over her breast. Still intimately deep inside her, he shaped himself as closely to her as he could.
He kissed her hair, rumbling something unintelligible, and then simply held her as if she was the most precious thing he had.
Her hand covered his, holding him to her, feeling his warmth all along her back, feeling the strength in his arms.
No one had ever held her like this.
With tears burning her eyes, she lifted his hand and kissed his fingers. I love you, love you, love you so, so much.
The rush of emotion was overwhelming.
Terrifying. Where were they going with this? She breathed out slowly. This was the time she was supposed to talk with him and find out what was bothering him. To learn how to make things better for him.
He curved his hand under her cheek; his thumb stroked her lips.
How did women handle such emotions? A tremor shook her as her happiness mingled with the fear of losing him.
Already, he was so inextricably connected to her that they were practically living together. She’d never allowed her slaves to become such a daily part of her life. If nothing else, she’d withdrawn from them before and during her period, because, Lord knew, she turned into a bit of a grump. Although Ben hadn’t ever compl—
Between one breath and the next, her head got light. A roaring in her ears drowned out the music.
Her period.
How long since she had a period? Her heart started to thud painfully.
For sure, she’d menstruated on St. Patrick’s Day in March. Harrison had thrown a party, but she’d been flowing so heavily she’d foregone wearing her favorite white slacks.