Free The Commitment by Kate Benson Page B

“Now give me mine.”
    “Sophie... Fuck Baby!” I ground out as I fill her, watching as she begins to let out a low hum.
    Panting as she slows the grind of her hips, she stares down at me and lets out a long sigh of contentment. Lazily, she leans forward and places her forehead against my slick chest as my cock pulses inside her.
    Running my hands over her damp skin, I squeeze her ass before lightly gripping her hair, moving her eyes back to mine. She lets out a low hum as I lean up slightly, pressing my lips to hers. When I pull away, I bend one arm behind my head and hold her gaze, my free hand roaming over her back. Biting down on her bottom lip, she moves her fingertip to trace my jaw.
    “Whatcha thinking about, Baby?” I ask her when her hot breath slows and she remains silent for a long moment.
    “Honestly?” she asks in a quiet voice.
    “Of course.”
    “Fried chicken,” she says, smiling wide at me and causing me to chuckle.
    “Yeah?”
    “Mhm,” she nods. “I’m thinking about biscuits, too.”
    “You want me to get you some fried chicken, Baby?”
    “Yes,” she yawns, kissing my chest before resting her head against me. “And a biscuit. With some honey.”
    “Okay.”
    Reluctantly rising from the floor, I call room service and place our order. Knowing we have a few minutes, I join Sophie in the shower and step out when I hear it arrive. By the time my girl comes out in a towel, I’ve got us set up on the couch with a rerun of New Girl on the television.
    “I called to check on JT and he’s fine. Ana took him to the library and then she’s going to take him for lunch. Are you feeling okay?”
    “Thanks Babysaurus,” she says, biting my arm before taking her plate from me. “I feel fanfreakingtastic.”
    “You’re welcome,” I say, beaming when she takes a bite from her chicken and lets out an appreciative sigh. “So we have a couple more hours of alone time.”
    “What do you want to do?”
    “Well, if you’re feeling okay,” I start, handing her the lemonade I ordered her. “I say we properly defile this suite and then go finish our shower.”
    “You’re disgusting, Baby,” she sighs, smirking up at me and resting her head on my shoulder as she takes a bite of her chicken. “I love it.”
    “You should, you little pervert,” I grin down at her. “You’re the one who corrupted me.”
    “Oh whatever,” she snorts, rolling her eyes. “I was sweet and innocent when we met. We’ve been together less than a year and you’ve already got me pregnant, shacked up in a hotel room and eating chicken naked.”
    “First of all, I think we both know if you were naked, this beautiful little conversation of ours wouldn’t be happening,” I joke, causing her to grin. “Second, don’t try and turn this around on me, Sweetheart. This all happened after I was exposed to your filthy mouth and exhibitionist streak,” I chuckle. “I used to be downright wholesome.”
    “Why do you lie?” she giggles, shaking her head as she reveals a dimple. “You’re not even very good at it.”
    “I’m not lying,” I smirk, popping a French fry into my mouth. “I don’t know what you think I was like before we got together, but we do a lot of shit I never did before I met you.”
    “Seriously?” she asks, arching her brows in disbelief.
    “Yep,” I admit. “I told you, Baby. Craziest shit I ever did before you happened in a backseat of a car and it was very dull in comparison.”
    “Okay,” she says, setting her empty plate on the table in front of her and crossing her arms before facing me. “So the spanking and the panty ripping and the elevator orgasms and the kitchen sex and ‘Go Baby’…”
    “All you, Babygirl,” I wink down at her, kissing the tip of her nose and laughing at the shocked expression on her face.
    “No shit?”
    “No shit,” I chuckle, setting my plate to the side. “And two weeks definitely would not have nearly killed me before you.”
    “Aww,” she