“Does that feel okay?” he finally asks me.
I nod, seemingly unable to speak. I feel as if I am stimulated to the point of breaking. Never have I felt so many different things when I was with someone.
“You’re so tight,” he mumbles into my ear, kissing along my neck.
His words thrill me. In response, I wrap my legs around his waist. He begins to move inside of me. His pace is slow. Almost leisurely. I hate it. I want more and I want it now. I try wiggling against him to give him a sign that I don’t want him to take his time but he clicks his tongue against the roof of his mouth.
“You’re so impatient. You’ve always been so impatient.”
“Me?” I find my voice, still managing to defend myself even when I just want him to f**k me already. “You’re kidding, right?”
Bennett laughs at this. His
