Total pages in book: 32
Estimated words: 30161 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 151(@200wpm)___ 121(@250wpm)___ 101(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 30161 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 151(@200wpm)___ 121(@250wpm)___ 101(@300wpm)
“Bunny.” His voice is crisp like he’s wide awake. Crap.
“I’m sorry.”
“Never be sorry for grinding this ass against me, babe. I just need to know you’re awake.”
“I’m awake,” I whimper. He lifts his head. I don’t turn mine to meet his eyes. I’m way too embarrassed.
“What's wrong? Are you in pain today?”
“Kinda.” I close my eyes and push down again.
“Fuck, you’re soaked through your panties.” He drops his head back down into my neck.
The only thing between his hand and my sex is my panties. I hadn’t felt like digging through all the bags last night when Ben suggested we watch TV in bed, so I put on one of his shirts to wear. I barely remember falling asleep.
Once we both agreed cuddling was on the table and Ben wrapped his body around mine, I was out. I tried to stay awake and enjoy it, but I felt too safe and comfortable.
“Benny.”
“Right here.” He kisses my neck. “Can I take care of you?” I quickly nod my head. “Words, Bunny. I need them.”
“Yes, please take care of me.”
That’s all he needs to hear before he grabs my thighs, pulling my legs apart, throwing one of mine over his. As he does, he lifts one of his own legs and traps mine between his to keep my thighs spread for him.
He dips his hand into the top of my panties. Two fingers go for my clit. He presses them firmly into me and starts to draw circles as his mouth starts to trail kisses up and down my neck. They start off sweet, a brush of the mouth, but they quickly turn to open-mouth kisses, his teeth nibbling at me.
I gasp when his other hand starts to move, groping my breast before his fingers tug at my nipple. It’s all too much. “Come for me, babe. I want to hear your orgasm.”
“Benny!” I cry out his name, my body listening to his commands. Pleasure rolls through me. Ben keeps moving his fingers, drawing out my orgasm. I dig my nails into his arm, dropping my head back, my eyes falling closed as I melt into him.
Ben slowly pulls his hand out from my panties. I hear him suck them into his mouth. A groan comes from deep inside of him. His cock jerks against my ass. I open my eyes, realizing he didn’t get anything from our exchange. I received all the pleasure.
“What about you?” I ask. He grips my chin to turn my head more toward him to claim my mouth. I can taste my pleasure on his lips.
“Not worried about me. This is about you. Morning, Bunny.”
“Morning, Ben.” I smile.
“What happened to Benny?” He smiles down at me.
“It just kinda came out.” He kisses me again.
“No nightmares last night,” he points out.
“Guess you kept them away.”
“You are good for a man’s ego.” He chuckles. “How about I feed you?”
“Mmkay,” I agree, really wanting to just lie here, but I’m guessing Ben has a life he has to get back to at some point.
“You can stay in bed if you want. I’m going to hop in the shower and then I’ll start breakfast.” He lays another kiss on me before he gets up from the bed.
I cuddle back down into the bed and watch him slip into the bathroom with a smile pasted on my face. It shouldn’t be. I should be a mess, but I’m not. I don’t know my name or who I am, but at the moment, I don’t really care. The rest of my life may be a blank, but this right here with Ben is real, and I want to live in that for a minute.
I sit up, wondering if it would be terrible to go into the shower and join him. I would if not for being shy over my body. Sadly, that’s the only thing holding me back.
“Give the man some space,” I tell myself, falling back onto the bed. I sit back up when I think I hear my name coming from the bathroom.
Slowly I slip off the bed but freeze when Ben’s phone starts to vibrate on the nightstand. The name Kelly scrolls across it. It stops and starts again three more times.
Yikes. She’s calling over and over again. I saw her name come up last night too. It might be important. I could tell Ben someone is blowing up his phone and take it to him. Instead, when it rings again, I find myself answering it.
“Hello,” I say, and no one responds. “Hello?” I try again.
“Sorry, I was trying to call Ben, but maybe I have the wrong number.”
“No, this is Ben’s phone. He’s in the shower. Can I take a message?” Again, the line goes quiet. “Are you there?”
“He didn’t tell me he had a girlfriend when we went out the other day,” she finally says. How do I respond to that? “Are you two dating or something? Never mind. It’s nine in the morning, and you’re answering his phone. That tells me all I need to know. Just a heads up, he was with me last Sunday.”