Every laugh contracted her cunt around him. “Move, Benjamin,” she suggested.
“Fucking happy to oblige.” He planted an arm beside her shoulder and lifted her ass with his other hand, surging in even deeper.
Her right leg wrapped around his waist, her left around his hips, and her arms clasped his shoulders.
He felt surrounded with her scent, her strength, her body.
“Let go, my tiger,” she whispered. “I don’t break.”
He knew that. No matter what life handed her, she didn’t break.
She’d be beside him as they moved forward, supporting him as he guarded her in turn. Yeah, they were going to make it.
Growling, he held her hips to him and pulled out, pressed in. God, the feeling of wet heat was too fucking much. With a low groan, he totally lost control, hammering into her, hard and fast.
As his cock swelled further, the ring at the base grew tighter, keeping the pressure inside him rising and rising. Jesus, he needed to come. The other ring pulled his balls downward. The thing in his ass zinged with every movement, the vibrations behind his junk kept shifting with every thrust.
Fuck.
Her trembling legs gripped him as she reached her own moment. Her body arched backward, and he felt her cunt squeezing him in spasms as she came. Sheer beauty.
Shaking, he held himself back, reveling in the sight. She was so fucking gorgeous when she climaxed.
As she sagged back on the bed, her eyes opened, almost completely blue, and clear as after a tropical storm. Her smile said it was his turn.
Yeah, he loved her.
He let the sensations engulf him as he thrust hard, harder, harder, pressing deep.
And then she tilted her hips and deliberately squeezed her pussy around him—and nothing in the world could have kept him from shooting off.
Jesus, he could feel the molten heat flooding from his rocks, the pleasure searing as it worked past the ring on his balls that forced it to travel so fucking, fucking far, all the way to his cock, through his cock, and blazing out in violent, ball-squeezing glory until his entire body was shuddering and each separate cell sang with his climax.
* * * *
Sometime later, Anne lay with her head on Ben’s shoulder, tucked against his side, still shimmering with pleasure. The man had incredible control.
How she loved him.
And now…she needed to muster her courage. With a sigh of effort, she moved up onto one elbow. The moonlight shone through the balcony doors, illuminating the bed like a fairy tale. Lighting the stern, tanned face of her prince.
At her movement, he opened his eyes. His lips twitched. “Mistress, if you want more, you’re going to have a dead body in this bed.”
She laughed and loved the way a grin transformed his features. “You’re safe, guard dog.” With one finger, she traced over his thick eyebrows, the lines beside his eyes. There was the bump where his nose had been broken. His lower lip was slightly fuller than the top. A scar made a thin line on his right jaw. “Ben, are you truly comfortable with being submissive in the bedroom?”
Under her fingers, his brows drew together. “You still worried about that?” He took her hand and kissed the fingertips. “Been looking for this all my life and not knowing what was missing. My Mistress reigns in the bedroom, and that’s just the way I want it.”
Well, that was firm enough.
He ran his hand through her hair, pushing the long strands out of her face. His brows drew together. “What’s wrong, Anne?”
She flattened her hand on his chest, feeling the slow thud of his heart under the thick pectorals. Her pulse had increased as fear slowly unraveled her assumed composure. “I need to talk with you about something else.”
“Shoot.”
“Let’s discuss children,” she said in an even voice. Hopefully, he wouldn’t notice her hand was trembling.
He blinked. “You move fast, Mistress.” His lips curved as he ran his hand down her waist, over her hip, to squeeze her ass. “Guess that’s one way to keep us equal. You rule the bedroom. Outside of it, I’ll keep you barefoot and pregnant.”
“You might well get punished for making jokes like that.” Her lips curved. The oaf.
He grinned, then sobered. “Anne, I love you. I’ll give you as many babies as you want if that’s what you’re asking.”
She could only stare at him. His statement was…more…than she’d dreamed of.
“Mistress, this is when you say the words back,” he prompted. And his gaze deepened, his grip on her growing painful. “I love you, Anne,” he said slowly again.
Of course he’d worry, what with her saying they had to talk. His insecurity snapped her out of her paralysis and gave her the right path.