Bentley's ecstasy was starting to build up again but he didn't want to rush it.
He wanted to take his time and make love to his woman, and with the last thread of control, Bentley buried his face in her shoulder blade.
He wanted to do what was in his head, what he would have done if she was just a random girl he was having s*x with, but he didn't want to disrespect her like that.
Nova was his woman and he wanted to make sure that her first was memorable. But damn, he wanted to be selfish. He wanted to throw her around in all types of positions and f*ck her brains silly.
For a brief moment, he didn't move, didn't speak, and Nova thought that something had gone wrong.
"Babe, is everything okay?" She asked, worried that something was bothering him or that he wasn't prepared to continue.
