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“Is that what you want? You want to see me naked?”

She nods. “Yes.” Her voice is a breathy whisper.

I cup her face with one hand and snake my other arm around her waist, pulling her toward me. Having her hot skin against my body is such sweet relief. It’s like this is what I’ve been waiting for, tonight but also…longer than that. Since the last time. But maybe even longer than that.

I sweep my lips against hers. She moans, and I push my tongue into her mouth. She tastes delicious. The feel of her under my fingers, her chest pressed against my abdomen, her thighs against mine. It’s almost overwhelming, and I deepen our kiss. Her hands find my back and I want to cry out at how perfect her touch is. How perfect tonight is. How perfect she is.

I want this time-out to last forever. Why have we waited this long to be together again? We’ve been living with each other, we slept in the same bed last night, why the fuck haven’t we been kissing, touching, fucking? It makes no sense.

I slide my hand down over her bottom and then lift her. Her legs circle my waist and I’m surrounded by her. Fuck it feels good.

I break our kiss and lay her back on the bed as I lean over her. I smooth my hands up her legs as I stand. “These shoes are…the only thing you should ever wear.”

“You want me naked all the time?”

“All the time.”

“What would you do with me?”

“Everything,” I say.

Her smile flickers on her face.

I press kisses up her inner leg, going higher and higher. When I get to her pussy, I kiss over her clit, sweep through her folds, once with my tongue and continue my journey kissing her other thigh.

“Ben,” she cries out.

I grin between kisses.

I sweep a hand down each leg and push them wide. My thumbs find her folds and I open her up. She’s wet and swollen and looks completely delicious.

“I’m so wet, Ben.”

“I can see,” I reply. I hold her gaze as I slide two fingers inside her. She coats me in her need for me, and my dick rears against my stomach. I trail my wet fingers up her pussy, and on her stomach, I write out in capitals B, E, N.

“You don’t need your name there to know I’m yours,” she says.

The room shifts a little, and I have to close my eyes and take a breath to steady myself. The idea that she could be mine? Beyond tonight?

I’m too worked up to go down on her now. I need to fuck her. I need to claim her. I need to show her she’s right—she’s mine.

I grab a condom and roll it on and take a deep breath. I don’t want to fuck this up and come as soon as I feel her around me. I press the tip into her, watching the end of me disappear. Fuck that feels good.

She shifts, and I can tell she wants more. She wants me deeper.

“You have to wait,” I command.

“Please,” she begs.

It takes everything I have not to slam right into her. I steady myself and pull out. Her whimper sends blood rushing to my cock. She’s desperate for me. I’ve never felt so powerful in my life.

“Don’t be greedy.”

I start to move in and out of her, half dazed by the delicious pressure that surrounds me, careful not to push in too far. I want this to last.

“Ben,” she cries out. “More.”

“You think you can handle me?”