Hey everyone! Have I mentioned I love you? Because I freaking love you! The response to the last chapter was amazing, and so are all of you.

So if you've read my other stories, you know I occasionally write some smut. If you're not into that, you won't like this chapter. But if you are into it, I really hope you like it as much as I do.

Reminder: this story is rated a big, beautiful, sexy M

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Chapter 8

Sarah turned around in Benny's arms to open the door, but she struggled to get the key in the lock as strong hands grabbed her hips and held her close; his lips sealed to a spot just under her ear, his hardness becoming more and more evident against her back with each passing second. But finally, after what seemed like forever, the doorknob turned and they practically fell inside.

She instantly threw her keys and purse to the floor and turned back around, wrapping her hands around the back of Benny's head so she could once again bring his mouth to hers.

His kiss left her helpless; burning, and lost, and reeling, and helpless. She couldn't speak, could barely see. There was just sensation; the hard wood of the door as her back slammed against it, the rough feel of his denim against the skin of her belly where her shirt had ridden up, the ache that spread throughout her body as he sucked her bottom lip between his own.

"Sarah…" The sound of her name being groaned out against her ear was like a siren, screaming at her to stop wasting time. So without a word, she pulled away and grabbed his hand, leading him towards the stairs.

This is better. That's the only thought that kept racing through Hap's mind. As they stepped into her bedroom and starting peeling off each other's clothes, his t-shirt thrown across the room along with the blouse he'd somehow managed to get off of her without ripping, that's what he kept repeating to himself. He'd fantasized about these exact images a million times; her breasts rising and falling against a black lace bra, her tongue making its way along the ridge of his collar bone, her hands frantically undoing the buttons and zipper of his jeans. But as watched Sarah crawl across her bed and lay her back against the covers, he realized that the fantasies never even came close. This is so much better.

Happy grabbed a condom out of his pocket before dropping his boxers and jeans to the floor. Then he stepped closer to the bed, pulling Sarah's pants and underwear down her legs as she lifted her hips off the mattress to help him. And it was in that moment when he needed to take a breath, when he realized his hands were almost shaking.

Happy could kill a man without flinching, stab someone without trembling, shoot an enemy with a hand so steady it was like performing surgery. But watching Sarah on her bed, reaching behind her back to unfasten the clasps of her bra; the way her back slightly arched, the tension in her shoulders, the flush spreading beneath her skin. It shook him to his core. And when the straps finally slid down her arms and he gazed at her completely naked form, Hap had to clench his fists for just a split second to control the growing tremors.

He never took his eyes off of hers as he tore open the condom and wrapped it around his length, nor when he positioned himself between her open thighs. And he didn't think he was capable of waiting one more minute to be inside of her. But he stilled and held his breath as Sarah's gaze drifted away from his face and down to the art on his chest.

He closed his eyes as her fingertips drifted across his torso, not because of the feel of her touch, but because he was afraid to look at her. He was afraid of watching her face as she studied the words tattooed along his neck, the bloody blade etched on his shoulder, the symbols of his violence forever marked all over his skin. Then he closed his eyes a little tighter. No, I'm not afraid. I'm fucking terrified. I'm terrified she'll see me. I'm terrified she'll realize what I am. I'm terrified she'll tell me to stop and she'll leave and I'll never see this woman again. I'll never get to understand why she makes me feel this way…

But all of Hap's fears were silenced when he felt her lips brush softly against his neck, then his jaw, then his cheek, then his lips. And then he slowly opened his eyes just in time to see her barely smile before she placed her hands firmly on his ass, wrapped her legs high around his waist, and finally pulled him inside of her.

The moan that escaped her lips was uncontrollable. Benny consumed every inch of her, hitting deep while his width slid tightly against her slippery walls. There was no need for foreplay or teasing to prepare her for him. She'd been wet and ready since the moment he kissed her on the porch.

So she wasn't surprised that her first orgasm came so quickly. He was just too good. His dick was almost too big as it massaged her g-spot with every single thrust. His hands were too strong against her hips, his skin too warm against her own, his tongue too skilled as it licked her nipples. She didn't stand a chance.

So by the time Benny lifted her legs so her calves were resting against his shoulders, it only took one impossibly deep thrust for her to come.

"Benny! Oh my god…oh…" He didn't stop. She was screaming his name and every inch of her was shaking, but he rode her through it, hard and fast, until the long high started to fade. Then his movements eventually changed to mimic her breathing, slow and shallow. Just enough to ease her back to reality, but enough to keep her dangerously close to the edge she'd just fallen over.

But it wasn't the amazing rhythm he'd set that almost undid her once more. It was the look on his face that she saw when she slowly, dreamily opened her eyes again.

No one, not one other man, had ever looked at Sarah the way Benny was looking at her in that moment. His eyes were nearly black, darkened by need and the way his pupils had blown wide open. And from the tension in his hard-set jaw, it was clear that he was fighting like hell to keep from coming. But she saw a lot more than sex, and desire, and wanting. Through all that heat and desperation, she saw something quiet, and reverent, and pleading. She just didn't know what he was pleading for...

But she knew it wasn't the time to ask, not when he was still throbbing inside of her, not when she was still so, so close.

So she took just a moment to memorize his expression and lock it away in her heart before wrapping a leg around the back of his thigh, pushing firmly against his shoulder, and flipping him over so his back was pressed against the mattress.

I love you. Happy had never wanted to say the words so badly as he had watching Sarah fall apart beneath him. He'd needed to say it. He'd ached to say it. But he just couldn't find a way to get the words out. Not even when she'd stared into his eyes, when he was certain she'd seen right through him, when he would have almost begged to hear those same three words escape from between her bruising lips.

But any remaining thoughts Hap had in his head were left incoherent the moment she flipped them over and sat up on top of him.

"Shit…Sarah…" Happy didn't know what exactly he'd expected her to be like in bed; maybe soft and shy, maybe sweet and a little fragile. But he'd been wrong. Sarah was strong and confident and knew exactly what she wanted and how to get it. He'd been dreaming about fucking his perfect girl, but as it turned out, he was fucking his perfect woman.

"Oh, oh…fuck…" He fisted her sheets in his hands as she continued to ride him. He'd used every ounce of strength in his body to keep from coming during Sarah's orgasm. But now the sight of her grinding against him, her breasts bouncing up and down with each snap of her hips; it was just too much for him to handle.

His breathing became more rapid as her movements quickened. With his last shred of energy, he managed to watch a bead of sweat travel the length of her body; down her neck, between her tits, past her belly button until it disappeared in a tiny patch of darkened curls. That was when, unable to hold out any longer, he reached his calloused fingertips forward and mercilessly rubbed her clit; drenching his fingers as they passed against the hot, wet skin.

"Oh god, Benny! Benny, I'm coming…I'm coming…" Sarah threw her head back and squeezed her breasts as his name tumbled out of her mouth like a sob. And this time, Hap didn't even try to hold back. He just grabbed her hips and thrust quickly upwards into her pussy until he exploded, her quivering, tightening walls making him come harder and longer than he knew was even possible.

And when Happy finally opened his eyes and stared up at the woman who'd turned his whole world upside down, he reached a hand up and tangled it in her hair, pulled her gently down against his chest, and kissed her. He kissed her when she raised her hips and finally broke the connection between them, kissed her after he slid off the condom and placed it in the trash, kissed her when she laid her head on his shoulder, and kissed her again until she fell asleep.

Because it was only those kisses that kept Happy from telling Sarah just exactly how much he loved her.

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