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dizzy.
    One hand gripped her hair as he broke contact with her mouth
and drew her forehead to his. “Damn, Rachel, you feel amazing.”
    She rose up, then sank down a little farther.
    “Funny, I was just thinking the same thing,” she managed to
say, teeth clenched and eyes watering from the electric thrill running through
her body.
    He smiled. “You were thinking you feel amazing?”
    She sank her teeth into his bottom lip and he laughed a
little breathlessly.
    “You know what I meant,” she said, taking him in just a
little more.
    Ben used the grip he had on her hair to angle her head and
draw another deep kiss out of her. The heat of it rushed directly to her cunt,
made her nipples tighten and her toes curl in her shoes. He pulled her head
back and grazed his teeth against her neck.
    “My tits, Ben,” she panted, hardly able to believe she’d
said it out loud.
    He hummed against her neck. “What about them?”
    She should have known he was going to make her say it. So
she did.
    “Kiss them,” she whispered. “Suck on my nipples. Please.”
    He looked at her, his expression mildly surprised. “Well,
since you said please.”
    With her fingers still buried in his hair, she watched him
kiss a path from the hollow of her throat to her left nipple. He kissed her
just like she’d asked, leaving little wet spots all over her heated skin. It
was wildly hypnotic to watch his tongue circling the tight peak of her nipple
before he sucked it into that lush mouth of his, making her wiggle and rub her
aching clit where their bodies were now deeply connected.
    He gave her a wicked look. “This one too?” he asked,
cradling her right breast with the hand that had been buried in her hair.
    She nodded, too turned-on to speak.
    He squeezed her breast and covered that nipple with his
gorgeous lips, sucking harder than he had the first, biting her gently, then
flicking it with his tongue when her head fell back. Her body kicked into
autopilot and her hips rolled wildly as she ground against him.
    Her nipple came free of his mouth with a sucking pop. “Oh,
fuck yes,” he groaned.
    Sweat prickled over every inch of her skin as she began to
ride him, rocking her hips back on the downstroke. She nearly lost her mind
when he braced his other arm on the bed behind him and started to match her
pace with a tight upward thrust.
    “Come on,” he coaxed. “Show me what you got, Rachel. I can
take it.”
    Every prompt he gave—harder, faster—pushed her body higher
until she was nothing more than a mass of humming nerves and urgent need. And
every time she rose the challenge he gave her, she could see she was driving
him closer to the edge of self-control. The power in that was heady stuff.
    She felt every bead of sweat that formed and trickled down
his face as they grunted, pushed and pulled against each other—felt the heat
that spread over his face and chest as grunting became moaning and their
movements became frenzied.
    “Rachel, Rachel, Rachel,” he whispered her name urgently,
over and over, his eyes nearly black as he looked up at her. “I’m going to
come,” he warned, and her body answered with the first throbbing wave of her
orgasm. “Tell me you’re ready, baby.”
    She dug her fingers into his shoulders.
    “God. Yes. Come.” Each word was punctuated with a desperate
gasp.
    He tightened his stomach to hold himself upright and gripped
her hips with both hands, his fingers digging deep, his body jerking through
his orgasm as a long, desperate sound poured out of him. Her hips rocked harder
in response. She lost complete control, crying out as pleasure rippled through
her body from where he pulsed inside her outward.
    Ben loosened his grip and fell onto his back, pulling her
down on top of him as he did. He held her head lightly to his chest with one
hand as they lay there, still connected, both of them working hard to catch
their breath.
    When she’d recovered somewhat, Rachel pressed her lips to
the damp, salty