He pulls my panties to the side and inserts a finger, stretching my walls out gradually. It’s been too long since I’ve felt him inside me. It’s a feeling I could never be tired of—could never have enough of.
My body rocks with the ball, but he tells me to let go. He’s holding on to me and won’t let me fall.
“Oh…god, yes.” My eyes close on their own accord as my pussy devours his perfectly skilled finger. He adds to the pressure by inserting another finger and speeding up the pace. I can barely control my movements because I have nothing to grip. My palms lay sweaty against the yoga ball, my body jerking at every thrust as his fingers drive into me. The ball moves quickly underneath me, making for an entirely new sensation that I’ve never felt before.
And if that isn’t enough to set me off, he lays a flat palm against my stomach adding pressure as he curls his two fingers deeper inside me, searching for pleasure.
“Bentley…oh, my god!” The combined pressures are intensifying the climax that’s about to erupt through me.
“Come on, sweetheart. I need to feel you tighten around me,” he growls so effortlessly, pressing down harder on my lower abdomen.
I swear he’s going to put my body into an orgasmic a coma the second he adds his tongue and licks up my juicy slit, twirling his tongue directly on my clit.
The sensation is almost indescribable—the fullness that my stomach feels mixed with the building orgasm is almost too much to handle.
“Yes, oh, god, yes…” I purr, unable to hold in the screams and moans anymore. I hope the whole fucking gym hears for all I care. “Bentley!”
My body rips in half as I scream and moan through my orgasm. His fingers continue driving my release, jerking harder and curling deeper inside until I’ve completely covered his fingers with my arousal.
“Oh, god, sweetheart.” He licks up my pussy, sucking one last time before releasing me. “That was fucking hot.” He pulls his fingers inside of his mouth, slowing licking up my juices. The act itself is so erotic, I’m about to beg him to fuck me right here.
“Holy shit,” I breathe out, panting and dropping my hands off the ball. My body lays limp, needing to recover from the hardest orgasm I’ve ever had. “I don’t think I’ve ever come that hard before. That was…so intense,” I breathe out.
He grabs my hands, pulling me up so we can lock eyes. “Well, I hope I haven’t worn you out. We have about two years worth of making up to do.” He smirks knowingly.
* * *
Bentley
By the time I get her back to my house, I’ve run out of patience. I need her like the air I breathe and I wasn’t about to wait any longer.
I slam Ceci into my bedroom wall as one hand grips the back of her neck, holding her securely to me—I don’t plan on letting her go this time.
Our mouths collide, tongues dancing together as we find our rhythm again. The heat between us is palpable as we pull and tug clothes off one another. I can’t stand having a barrier between us a second longer.
“I’m not going to be gentle, sweetheart. It’s been too fucking long,” I growl against her ear, picking her up and wrapping her legs around me.
“Good. Don’t be,” she whimpers against me. I kiss up her chin and land on her lips. She’s quivering underneath me, growing deeper with anticipation.
“Did you think of me when you touched yourself?” Her body shudders underneath me as I tease my cock against her opening. God, I don’t know how much longer I can wait. I feel her swallow, but she doesn’t speak. “Sweetheart, answer me. I need to know.”
“Mm hmm,” she barely whimpers out, biting down on her lip. “Yes, every time.”
I push my cock inside her, but I don’t move just yet. She’s dripping wet, barely able to keep herself up. “God, Ceci. I’m begging to drive my cock so fucking deep inside you.”
“Yes, please,” she begs, moving her hips around to angle our bodies together. Her head falls back as she bites her lip, unable to wait much longer.
I grin down at her, grabbing her face in one of my hands. “Show me. Show me how you touched yourself thinking about me.”
She rests a hand on my shoulder as the other hand slowly slides down her stomach landing on her clit. She licks her lips as she circles her finger, moaning and aching for release. Her eyes close as her head falls back, her finger moving faster and faster as she works her way to orgasm.
Watching her is one of the sexiest things I’ve seen. I push my cock all the way in and drive deep inside her as she continues to work her clit harder and faster. She gasps, digging her nails into my shoulder as I continue the pace.
I pull out and drive into her again, stretching out her walls for me, taking her arousal, and multiplying it by a hundred.
“Bentley! Oh, god…” she pants, hanging on to me for support as her body stays pinned against the wall. “Yes, harder…don’t stop.” I feel her hand work faster, her breaths uneven as her body’s about to rip in two.
I crush my mouth to hers as I drive my cock deep inside her, giving her exactly what she’s begging for. I release my hand and grab her leg. I place it on my shoulder, getting a better angle to thrust inside her deeper and harder.
I feel her pussy tightening around me as I continue driving into her forcefully, harder and harder as she screams out in pleasurable pain.
“God, sweetheart…” I moan, holding her leg straight up as the other one continues to clench tightly around my waist. “You’re body is fucking perfection.”
“Oh, god, yes, yes…don’t stop. Please don’t stop,” she chants over and over, as I bring her over the edge, her nails clawing into my skin, drawing blood.
I release her leg and carry her over to the bed and bend her over the mattress. “Lay out for me,” I demand. “Let me see all of you.”
She bends perfectly over the bed, her back arched and her ass straight up in the air for me. I soothingly rub a hand down her back, causing her body to shiver underneath me.
I bend my body over hers and lick slowly up her spine, causing goose bumps to form. I feel her quiver, her body aching for me to be back inside her.
I kneel down in between her legs and push them apart, spreading her wider for me. I grab her ass cheeks with both hands and lick a trail from her clit all the way down. She moans against me, pushing her ass out more, giving me better access.
I insert two fingers as I drive my tongue deeper inside her. “Mm…yes, sweetheart,” I purr against her, her body shaking as she tries to hold herself up. “God, I’m addicted to that flavor.”
She hums eagerly as I devour her, licking up her arousal again, wanting to keep her thoroughly pleasured.
“Baby, let me…” she pleads. “I want to taste you.”
I stand up and flip her over so I can see every perfect part of her. Her chest is rising rapidly as she licks her lips in anticipation. I crawl over her body, making sure to keep my weight on my knees. I bend over her face, and she eagerly takes me in her mouth. She wraps her hands around me and grips my ass, clawing it as she pushes me deeper into her perfect, round mouth.
“Fuck! Holy shit, Ceci…” I growl as she deep throats all of me. I wasn’t going to come in her mouth, so I needed to stop her soon. She makes the sexiest little sounds as she enjoys fucking my cock with her mouth. But I need her to stop. “Stop…I want inside you.”
She reluctantly releases me, licking her lips seductively. I crawl down her body and gently place a kiss on her nose. She smiles back up at me just as I grab both of her legs and urgently place them on top of my shoulders, bending her in half as I drive back inside her.
“God, sweetheart. You could destroy me with this…if I never get to feel this again, I don’t know what I’d do. Life wouldn’t be worth living.”
“Don’t say that,” she whispers.
I gradually slow the pace down, no longer eager to drive hard inside her. I can see the sincerity in her face and the last thing I want to do is rush this. I want to devour every part of her for
as long as I can.
“I missed this,” I say softly, locking my eyes with her. “I’ve missed you.”
“I’ve missed you for over two years, Bentley. It’s always been you.” She looks at me knowingly, genuinely, as I read into what she’s really saying. She hasn’t slept with anyone since me, and knowing that makes being with her again that much more special. She’s always been mine…
She pushes me in deeper, hitting just the spot that causes her to erupt, screaming out her orgasm as it floods through her. Her back arches as her body shakes, her slick walls tightening around my cock and making me release with her.
“God, baby…it’s like we’ve never been a day apart. So fucking amazing,” I say into her ear as I ride out my own orgasm. I slowly kiss down her neck, making sure to thoroughly claim every part of her. “You taste incredible…everywhere.”
“I’ll never get sick of feeling you inside me.”
“Good…because I plan to be there like it’s my air to breathe.”
I bend down and kiss her. Gentle. Our tongues slicking over each others, gliding into blissful heaven as our bodies rediscover each other. I release her legs so I can touch every part of her, feathering a finger up her arm and back down the other. I lightly kiss the trail my tongue makes, making sure to touch and taste every inch.
I kneel down on the floor in between her legs as I grab her hands and pull her body up so our eyes connect. She smiles weakly up at me.
“I love you, Ceci. I want to love you and love on you the rest of my life. Whatever it takes, I’ll make it work. I’ll drive to you every week while you finish school, I’ll be there when you walk that stage at graduation, I’ll hold your hair as your throw up on your twenty-first birthday.” She chuckles lightly. “Please let me. I want to be here for all of it. I want all of you.”
She smiles wide, cupping my cheek with one hand. “Yes.” She leans in and gently brushes my lips with hers. “I want all of that. All of you. Every day. No more obstacle courses. No more barriers. If we’re going to do this, we have to be all in.” I nod in agreement, placing my hand on top of hers. “No more secrets,” she promises.
Chapter Eighteen
Cecilia
SEEING BENTLEY NAKED again instantly sends arousal down my body, landing directly in between my thighs. I couldn’t get him deeper or fast enough, I needed more.
His tattoos are something that I’ve had embedded to memory since the first time I saw them in person. He’s stunning, but the tattoos add so much more—perfection. The way each detailed line curves into his body makes my heart flutter ever faster.
I outline his tattoos with my finger as I lay next to him as he sleeps. He looks so peaceful, so content. I wish I could bottle that Bentley up forever.
“Good morning.” Oh god, his morning voice.
“Morning,” I reply sweetly. “I’ve missed your tattoos.” I continue outlining them as he stirs awake. “I’ve been thinking about getting one.”
He shifts to his side facing me. He traces a finger down my face, pulling a piece of hair behind my ear.
“Really?”
“Mm hmm. On my right shoulder.”
His finger slides down my chin and neck, landing directly over my scar. He traces the outline several times before leaning over and pressing a light kiss over it.
“That’s a perfect spot.” He smiles. “What did you have in mind?”
I close my eyes briefly, thoughts of my dad consuming me.
“I’m going to have the words Let it be written across my shoulder and a princess crown on my shoulder blade. It was his nickname for me, and I think it’ll help bring me closure, no matter the outcome. I don’t want to keep holding onto hope that the lock box will give me answers, so I want to remind myself to let it be—that I can’t let it be the reason I stop living my life.”
He soothingly rubs my face, his thumb circling over my jaw. “I love it. But don’t give up so easily. The Ceci I know is prepared to break into anything she has to get what she wants.” He cracks a smile, amused.
“Well, perhaps I’m turning a new leaf. I want to move forward. I can’t do that if I’m constantly hung up on the past. I want us to move forward together. And I can’t do that if I’m hung up on the past—something I can’t control.”
He leans in and brushes his lips against mine again, putting his body weight on top of mine so I’m forced to roll over on my back. He brushes his hands through my hair, lightly tugging as he moans in my mouth.
“Just promise me one thing,” he says, breaking the kiss.
“What’s that?”
“Wait to get the tattoo until after you get to open it.”
“That’s almost a year away,” I protest.
“You’re not a very patient person.” He smirks.
I lower my hand in between us, gripping his erection with my fingers. “No…” I smile wide. “No, I’m not.”
He slides into me with ease, already wet with anticipation. “How impatient are you, sweetheart?”
“Right now…” I gasp as he drives deeper inside me. “Not patient at all…” I moan, begging him for more as he slowly eases in and out of me. “That’s torture,” I plead.
“How do you want me, Ceci?” he whispers into my ear, stroking his tongue underneath the lobe as my body shivers against him. “Fast and rough?” He pulls out briefly and thrusts back inside me, making my head fall all the way back. “Or gentle and slow?” He pulls out slowly, leaving the tip in and sliding back in ever so gently. The desire to feel him builds up inside me, my need for him growing stronger and stronger.
“Both—give me both.”
He grins against my neck, sucking lightly on my shoulder. “I love when my girl is greedy for me. So needy.”
I scratch my fingers down both arms as my body arches up to greet him. “More…” I beg.
He releases me, leaning back on his heels. I groan weakly as I feel him leave my body. He kisses my leg and smiles back up at me. “Roll over.”
He helps me lay on my stomach, my legs flat in between his legs. He grips my thighs and parts them slightly as he places a knee on each side of me. He leans over me, pushing back inside me from behind. The sensation is thrilling—tight and so intimate. He thrusts into me slowly, but deep. The way our bodies lay together gives him all control as he drives into me, claiming my body as his.
“You feel that, sweetheart? That’s our bodies becoming one. Our bodies recognize each other. They don’t ever want to be a part.”
“I can’t be a part from you, Bentley. My body can’t handle it.”
“Our bodies were meant to stay together—just like this.” He brings a hand around and rubs my clit as he thrusts deeper inside me. His hand works my clit as his cock drives into me over and over again—bringing me over the edge.
“God, yes. Oh…yes,” I scream into the pillow as his finger and cock work me into an overloaded frenzy.
“Christ, Ceci….” he growls deeply, feeling my pussy tighten even more around him. He pulls his body back, gripping my hips with both hands as he releases his own orgasm into me. “Jesus.”
* * *
“Do we ever have to get out of bed?” I whine playfully as Bentley’s and my legs are intertwined together, sheets and blankets lay messily on the edge of the bed.
“If it were up to me, hell no.”
I lean up on one elbow and face him. “What’s going to happen when I go back to college? And you go back to modeling? How are we going to make this work?” I hate being a mood killer, but I need to know.
He brushes my hair off my face, stroking his finger gently. “I’ll do anything to be with you, Ceci. Just tell me what you need.”
I sigh because honestly, I don’t know. “Can you make it so I’ve already graduated and can travel with you across the world as you model?” I smile jokingly at him, but he doesn’t bite.
“You need to finish college, sweetheart. Imagine what a degree like yours could get you.”
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�A lot of sweaty, nasty guys,” I deadpan.
He laughs lightly. “Do what will make you happy. I’ll be right there with you.”
“What about your career?”
He shrugs nonchalantly. “It’ll be there when I’m ready.”
“You’re kind of an arrogant ass,” I mock his overconfidence.
“Your arrogant ass,” he counters.
“Good. I’ll take it.” I bite my lip, hiding the giddy smile that’s threatening to display. God, how does he make me this person?
“I’ll buy a house in Lincoln so I can be close to you. That way you could still focus on school, and I’ll get to see you after class,” he says as if he’s just solved all our issues.
“Lincoln is only an hour from Omaha. Why would you go through all the trouble of finding another place? We can make it work. I’ll drive to your place, or you can visit me…” I offer.
“No…” he whispers into my hair, pulling me closer into him, “I’m not wasting an hour when I could be with you. Plus, I’ll make sure to buy a very comfortable, large bed. That way I know you won’t be able to say no.”
I tilt my head, giving him better access as he begins brushing his lips against my flushed skin, shooting shivers down my body. “You can’t just tempt me with a good bed…that’s not fair.”
“It’s plenty fair…for me.” I feel him grin, and no longer want to fight about it. I want him close just as much as he does, so I give in.
“Okay, fine…don’t forget a nice, big shower, as well,” I offer. “Because if not, that could be the deal breaker,” I tease.
“Mm…” He kisses the lobe, biting gently. “A shower sounds nice…perfect actually.”
He scoops me off the bed, dangling my legs over his buff arms. I link my arms around his neck as he carries me into the bathroom and sets me gently on the countertop.
“Ah, that’s cold,” I wince, my bare ass pressed against it.
“Don’t worry, sweetheart. I’m about to warm you right up.”
He kneels in between my legs, spreading them wide as his mouth finds my swollen lips. My whole body is aching for him, craving him—I can never get enough.
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