More than Enough (Book Two in the Enough Series)

Gemma

Bennett towered over me, his brown eyes drinking in every inch of my body. I wasn't sure if I'd ever felt so desired before. His chest was moving as his breathing picked up, matching mine. To my delight, he took one hand reaching behind him and tugging his shirt off. I took in his amazing physique, the way his muscles flex as he leaned down over me, hands holding him up on both sides of me.

"Your turn." He growled in my ear before taking a nibble. I took my hands and ran them over his body, those arms of his. His biceps bulging. The dark ink decorating his skin, a variety of designs, numbers, and letters that I wanted to know everything about. Once I took my time sliding my hands down his chest, I reached for the hem of my shirt, the jersey of his teammate. "I thought you were going to rip it off of me." I started tugging the shirt up when he leaned back, grabbing the material and pulling. It took a second before he had it shredded open and I gasped in surprise.

"Don't test me." He teased bringing his mouth down to my chest and kissing across the top of my breasts. "I told you that was the one and only time you'd wear that. I'll make sure you have a few replacements with the correct name on them." I was certain I was soaked, loving the possessive side of Bennett. I was finding that I enjoyed his dominance in the bedroom in a way I never imagined I would. He helped me sit up, removing the jersey and my bra, taking charge and what he wanted. I had no complaints. I was like putty in his hands, ready for whatever he wanted to do with me. As he held me up, he took my left nipple in his mouth, swirling his tongue around my hardened tip while massaging the other breast with his right hand. I found myself bucking up against him, needing the friction.

When he broke contact, I whimpered. Whimpered! Though he made sure not to leave me hanging for more than a second. He had his hands on my pants, tugging them down my waist and over my hips. His eyes never left mine, giving such intensity to his movements. As soon as my pants were cast aside, he had my panties off and his large hands on my thighs. Pushing my legs apart and putting himself between them, I gasped when I felt his breath on my pussy, then his tongue flattening against me. He licked from bottom to top causing my toes to curl.

Bennett's tongue was more skilled than his fancy footwork on the soccer field. It didn't take long before I was arching my back, bucking up to his mouth, and completely coming undone. He looked up from between my legs with glistening lips and a mischievous grin. Slowly, he kissed his way up my body, every dimple, mole, and stretch mark. I'd never been too insecure about my body, but if I were, this man would be curing me of it with every touch of his lips.

Once he reached my face, he captured my lips with his, the taste of me fresh on his tongue. I didn't care though, feeling him kiss me only fed the arousal and I wanted him more than ever. I wrapped my arms around him, pulling him into me, deepening our kiss. It was all so much, but so perfect. I slid my hands down to his pants, thankful for my athlete wearing easy-to-remove athletic shorts. My Athlete. I could feel his erection pressing into me and I wanted to free it from the confines. Bennett worked with me to remove his shorts and boxer briefs.

As soon as he was freed, moved us further up the bed, kneeling over me. He grabbed his hard cock, pumping his fist up and down a few times before sliding himself between my folds, teasing me, and coating himself with my wetness.

"Fuck... So good." I watched as he leaned his head back in pleasure. The sight nearly gave me another orgasm. "Let me get a condom." He grunted, starting to move position. I quickly lifted my legs, wrapping around his waist and holding him. "I'm clean, I haven't... I haven't been with anyone and I'm on the pill." I stuttered out. Immediately feeling embarrassed that I would even suggest we do this bareback. I had no idea what he had been up to. The thought of no barrier between us was too appealing and with lust clouding my thoughts, I went with it. The guttural moan that Bennett let out led me to believe he was happy with my words.

"I haven't been with anyone, Gem. Just you." Leaning over me, hands planted on each side of me on the mattress, he takes my mouth again as I feel him at my entrance. His tongue swirls inside my mouth, flicking at mine as she slowly eases his length into me and I writhe beneath him. He feels amazing, skin to skin, his length hitting me in the right places. "You feel so fucking good. Jesus, Gem." His breath is hot on my cheek as he peppers my body with kisses while slowly slipping in and out of my wet center. His pace picks up and I feel him slide out before he grips my breasts in his hands and slams back into me. I cry out in pleasure, like nothing I've felt before. The first time we had sex, what I thought would be a one-night stand, was hands down the best sex of my life. I think Bennett was aiming to top himself because this was quickly beating it. No pun intended.

"Fuck me, Bennett. Harder." I breathe out, encouraging him to go for it. I need it, I can't take it any longer. He quickly pulls out of me, pinching my nipples before grabbing my waist and flipping me over, and tugging my ass up. Before I can say a word, I feel the sting of his hand on my ass cheek. When I yelp, I feel his hand rubbing in a soothing motion before he gives me another swat. The friction of my nipples against the blanket, the swats on my ass and Bennett slamming into me from behind all have me already seeing stars. The beginning of the longest, hardest orgasm rolled through me.

"I think you were made for me. Your pussy feels perfectly wrapped around me, Gem. Come for me, come all over this cock baby." His words were the last shove I needed before falling over the edge, screaming out as I feel my body shake. "Milk this cock. Fuck." Bennett pumps a few more times as I continue riding the last wave of pleasure and the next thing I know I feel hot ropes of cum coating my back. The sounds coming from him, let me know the feeling was as intense for him as for me. Both of us are breathless as he falls to the bed beside me. He takes one quick beat before hopping up though, rushing off and before I move he's returned with a cloth, wiping his release from my backside.

"Sorry." He all but whispers. "I fully intended to fill you up but damn, I think I kind of like marking you instead." His lips flutter over the area he just wiped clean before he pulls me down and into his arms on the bed. "You're so fucking beautiful, Gem."

I turn to face him, stroking the side of his face as his eyes close with a smile taking over his face. "Thank you. You're not so bad yourself." I laugh.

"Thank you, for not running away. For being my friend, for letting me back in and coming to my game... for everything Gem." His brown eyes were so sincere I feel my heart rate soaring.

"No more running." My words are soft as I lean in, giving him a sensual kiss, hoping to literally seal my promise with a kiss. "No more running." He repeats, tugging me closer to him before pulling the comforter up and over us.