Love Under Two Benedicts(53)

Naked male thighs straddled her ass, and her feminine bits began to wake up.

“Something cool,” Matthew warned just before he set his hands on her. The scent of lavender teased her. Kelsey recognized her own lotion and sighed as the sensation of Matthew’s hands working her back and shoulders continued the process of relaxation.

“You’re going to smell like flowers.” She heard the slur in her own voice. Speaking had taken a great deal of effort.

“No, darling, I’m going to smell like you.”

“Mmm. Am I going to smell like you?” Those words weren’t slurred at all.

“Oh, yes. Outside and in, and before long, too.”

Such a provocative promise kindled Kelsey’s arousal. Before she’d taken Matthew and Steven into her body, she’d believed herself a woman with a fairly low libido. Sex had been good with Philip, warm, tender, and satisfying.

With Matthew and Steven it was all of that and so much more.

Matthew’s hands continued to massage her muscles, easing the soreness, relaxing the tension. She loved the weight of him on her bottom, loved the feel of his engorged cock and scrotum resting on her.

This intimacy had nothing to do with sex.

She didn’t know what he began to do differently, but relaxation soon gave way to growing arousal. His touch became less firm, more sultry. He trailed his fingers down her side, just brushing by her breast, and her skin turned to gooseflesh. She shivered and felt her nipples drawing in, tightening, so that she had to lift her chest off the bed to center her breasts on the mattress.

“I want you. I want to feel my cock filling your cunt. I want to feel the slide and the glide as I fuck you.”

“Yes.” Kelsey’s slit grew wet, and her hips twitched, then pressed up, seeking more contact between her ass and Matthew’s penis. “Yes, I need you to fuck me.”

“From behind. I don’t want to put my weight on your chest where you’re bruised.”

“It always feels like more when you fuck me from behind,” Kelsey said. The instant Matthew moved back, lifted off her, she spread her legs. The sound of the drawer sliding open and then closed and the foil package being torn open made her juices flow even more.

Matthew moved into place behind her and ran his hand from the small of her back toward her neck until his fingers twined in her hair. She felt his latex-covered cock, the heat and the fullness of it, brush her pussy lips. She moved, wanting to get up on her knees so she could take him deep.

“No, baby. Lie still. I’ll take care of you. I’ll take care of us both.”

He sank into her in one bold stroke, going deep, impossibly deep. A sound of humming pleasure came out of Kelsey’s throat. She spread her knees just a little more so that she was completely open to him, offering him everything.

“Christ, you feel so good. So hot and wet and tight around my cock.”

“I love having you inside me,” Kelsey said. “Harder.”

She couldn’t say another word. Matthew began thrusting inside her with a force that shook the bed and drove her higher. The tip of his cock pushed against her cervix, and the twinge of pain that caused wrapped around the lust, making her nipples tingle and her clit throb. She loved the climb, the burn and the pinch, the racing heart and heating blood. She loved the sensation of being horny, of being so hot her body began to feel desperate to come.

“Oh, please.” Kelsey knew she could beg and that begging would never be used against her. When Matthew responded by slowing his thrusts, by tempering them so he didn’t drive as deep, she whimpered.

“Do you want to come, baby?”

“Yes. Please. Make me come.”

“Mmm. I love the feel of your pussy clenching around my cock as your orgasm takes you. Of course, I love the way it feels when you squeeze me, too. Do that for me now, baby. Squeeze my cock with those wonderful muscles of yours.”

Kelsey squeezed him, the long-ago learned Kegel exercises making Matthew sound nearly as desperate as she.

Matthew responded by resuming his hot and heavy rhythm. Kelsey gripped his cock, tightening all her inner muscles, holding him and holding off the pending explosion.

“Give it to me, baby. Come on my cock.”

Oh, God. The shivers and tingles wouldn’t stay where she kept them, wouldn’t stay down and small. They surged, out of control. Crying out, Kelsey pushed back against Matthew as the explosion shattered her control. She came with such fierce convulsions she could see stars behind her eyes, every nerve ending in her body sizzling as if she’d been hit by lightning.

“Yeah. Oh, Kelsey, yes.” Matthew’s orgasm took him as he held himself deep. One arm slipped under her and around her, pulling her into him. The sensation of his ejaculation into the condom against her cervix made her own climax spike again. She squealed, a high-pitched sound of pleasure so sharp, she wondered she could make such a sound.