...m away, but he only grabbed her hand. He stood suddenly, only to flip her on her back. Before she had a chance to react, she found her arms pinned over her head.
“Thought you were being cute, didn’t you?” His tongue was inside her mouth before she could respond. It was just as well, really. She knew he could care less about her answer.
His hand travelled under her shirt, not stopping when he reached the swelling of her breasts. She broke the kiss when his fingers skimmed her nipple. Moans filled the room as he continued to tease her breasts. Her back arched as he tugged the shirt over her head. She didn’t wear a bra around him anymore. She had learned the first few times that he could be quite feral. He ripped through her clothes paying no mind to how expensive they were.
“Ben,” she moaned as he closed his mouth around her hardened nipple. He swirled. He sucked. He bit. After a few seconds, Gwen was thrashing under him, intent on freeing her hands.
But he only tightened his hold. “Stay still.” His voice was commanding, making her hotter than ever.
She threw her head back as she felt him yank her skirt and panties down in one swift movement. Ben knew his way around her body. Her thighs quivered in anticipation.
Ben smirked as he saw her thighs trembling. This was the sort of reaction he expected. He let her hands go; he knew she wouldn’t be trying ...