under the sheet to cup her breast, and then lower, it turned into the most erotic one, too.
Ben panted as he found her pussy slippery. He’d done that. He’d lapped up everything she had, and made her slick for him all over again.
She sucked harder, wanting to give him that same startling, perfect joy. She wanted him to come in her mouth, too, so when he warned her he was closed, she firmly sealed her lips around his girth and went as deep as she could.
With a shout, Ben spurted down her throat, one hand tangled in her hair, the other knuckle deep in her slit.
She held him in her mouth until he softened, then rolled onto her back and licked her lips. She grinned up at him. “We didn’t even get to sex.”
He tugged the sheet off her body. “That’s what round two is for.”
Ben talked a good game about letting Chelsea rest, but inside his chest beat a terrifying need for more of her, all of her, immediately.
That intense, primal reaction didn’t scare him. Shocked him, yes, but it felt right all the same. He couldn’t let it out, though. He wasn’t so far gone for her that he had lost sight of the fact they had just met, and one day sooner she’d slammed the brakes out of a sense of being proper and ethical.
Nothing stood in their way now, this wasn’t wrong, but it was damn fast. He had never tumbled head over heels for anyone before.
“How do you want me?” asked the beautiful naked woman sprawled on his lap, dragging him out of his complicated, secret feelings and back to the lucky task at hand.
Round two.
“Just like that,” he rasped, sliding out from beneath her. He didn’t go far, just grabbed his wallet from the floor. He’d bought a box of condoms that morning, in the spirit of Christmas hope, and made sure to slide a couple in next to his driver’s license.
He kissed his way back up Chelsea’s bare leg, nudging her thighs apart as he covered her body with his.
His cock lay heavy between them, nestled against her warm, slick pussy. She moved beneath him, rocking her hips, and his plans to slowly work her toward the main event flew out of his mind. “You want me already?”
“Mmm, yes please.”
Please. The sexy little teacher was so polite, it did things to his heart—and his cock. The blood flow increased, making him pulse in eager need to get inside her.
Her legs spread wider still, soft and pretty, as he looked down between their bodies and fit his cock against her pink entrance. Fuck, that was hot, watching the thick crown of his erection disappear inside her.
The tight, hot squeeze of her body made him see stars, magical Christmas stars, and with a groan, he pushed all the way inside, seating himself inside her in a one, fluid thrust.
She breathed his name and wrapped her legs around his waist.
Oh, fuck yes. He tangled his fingers in her hair and brought their mouths together. They kissed as they found a rhythm together, a rolling, thrusting twist of muscles and soft swells. She fit his body perfectly, her husky voice the music he didn’t know he’d been missing in his life, and when she dug her fingernails into his shoulder blades and cried out, he knew he was a goner.
He fucked her faster, carrying her through her orgasm, then he tumbled himself, a jerky, stuttering slam of his hips against her bottom. His climax made the edges of his vision go dark, and then those stars returned, but through it all, he never lost sight of her blissful expression.
Chelsea, his wild woman of abandon.
Heart thumping a mile a minute, he dragged his giant body off her, and fell to the side. He dealt with the condom, then he dragged her on top of him. “That’s better,” he muttered. “I was crushing you.”
“I liked it,” she whispered. “You on top of me. I liked it a lot.”
That made two of them.
Chapter Eight
Chelsea’s bed was empty when she woke up, but the scent of coffee and the sound of happy whistling reassured her that Ben hadn’t gone far.
She dashed to the bathroom and fixed her frightful hair, and brushed her teeth. Then she joined him in the kitchen, where he was reading an article on his phone, wearing nothing other than a low-slung pair of gray sweats. He must have gone next door for a change of clothes and