Big Ben (See No Evil Trilogy #1) - Nana Malone Page 0,86

no frenzied, pulling need. No. This was tender. Softer. Gentler. And the soft tugging of his lips made my hips arch into him.

“Ben, please...”

Instead of hurrying, he pulled the other strap of my sundress down farther and tugged the satin down with his fingers. When I was completely bare to him, he pulled back and watched my breasts as I dragged in breath after breath. I just needed his mouth on me. His hips pressed into mine, but it wasn’t nearly enough pressure. Not where I needed. I just wished he would touch me more. Use his mouth, his fingers, anything. The fire was burning in my soul, and I didn’t give a shit. The things I couldn’t take back, the apologies I couldn’t make, I would deal with those later, but I needed relief.

He finally touched my right peak, and his gaze met mine as he ran a thumb over it. “I love your nipples. I want to cover them with fucking chocolate.”

My eyes fluttered close, and I threw my head back. “I don’t know, just... just... I need something from you.”

“I know, baby. And I’m going to give it to you. But first, I need to taste. I’ve been so desperate to know. Just a little taste.”

His words were so gentle. They were nearly whispered against my breasts as he lowered his head. I arched my back, trying to rush him, hurry him along. Get his mouth where I needed it. And there it was. His lips wrapped around my nipple, and his tongue was a tease. I cried out needing more. The pull at my belly was deep and throbbing, and God, it held such promise of everything I had ever been looking for.

With his free hand, he cupped my other breast, rolling the nipple between his thumb and forefinger, tugging gently as he suckled on the other one. “Fuck.”

Reaching a hand behind me, he unsnapped my bra and kept tugging on my sundress, kissing the skin that was bared to him. His fingers were still playing with my nipple. He tried tugging the dress all the way down, but it wouldn’t budge.

“There’s a zipper,” I gasped.

He shook his head. “Fuck.” He shoved the material up over my thighs, and then adjusted his position. When he kissed my belly button, I squirmed. “Oh my God. Ben, God, please...”

“Shhhh... I will make you feel better, okay?”

Why was he being so gentle? I expected this to be hot and fast and dirty and…

But instead of giving me the thing that would sate the crawling need, he was giving me more. He was giving me gentleness. He was giving me feelings and emotions, and I didn’t know what to do with all of that.

One of his fingers traced the edge of my panties. “Can I touch you?”

I nodded. “I’m yours.”

“I know. Since I saw you in that closet, you’ve been mine. You just didn’t know it yet.”

He was right. I hadn’t known it. I didn’t even know as I fought that truth. There was a part of me accepting it. Part of me willing him to do what he needed to with me, to give him whatever the hell he wanted. When his finger slid under the elastic, I moaned. He released my breast and then tugged aside my panties. His moan was low and throaty. “God, you’re so pretty.”

“Ben, please... I need you.”

“I’m getting to it. I’m just going to take my time.”

“No, not okay. Now.”

His chuckle was soft. “No. I’ve been waiting for weeks. No way am I rushing this. You and I, we’re happening. And before we happen, I’m going to make you feel so good you will never again question who you belong to.”

I nodded up and down. I would have agreed to anything at that point. Anything at all. His thumb slid over my clit, and I yelled out. “Oh my God.”

He did it again, slower this time. Applying more pressure to my clit, and my hips bucked up off the couch. “More... please.”

“You’re gorgeous.” He parted my folds and slid a finger inside me. “So wet. Have you ever been wet like this before?”

My head thrashed back and forth. “Ben….”

And then his mouth, oh God, his mouth, he planted it over my clit as he added a second finger, his fingers making shallow thrusts as his mouth worked on my clit, sucking, teasing, pulling me deep down under the abyss. Oh fuck, I was going to die. I was going to die just like