I’m laying here in just dark-purple panties, and Ben is fully clothed. This isn’t right. I put my hands on the side of his face and gently push him off of me.
“Something’s wrong,” I say.
Is that disappointment that flashes through his eyes? “What’s wrong?”
“You still have your clothes on.”
The disappointment quickly transforms into lust, and he gives me that grin, the famous grin I’m now forever going to associate as the “I’m going to fuck your brains out and make it impossible for you to walk in the morning” grin. He sits up and unbuttons his shirt. I watch like he’s my own personal Magic Mike warming up before a show. Slowly, he peels his shirt back.
Holy sex on a stick.
Black tattoos cross his chest, going over his shoulders and down his biceps. It’s too dark to discern exactly what they are, but I’m able to make out a skull and a few Japanese characters. He’s muscular, with abs I’d lick chocolate—fuck, I’d even lick ranch dressing off those babies—and biceps too big for me to come close to wrapping my hands around.
My heart is pounding, blood rushing through me. I’ve never wanted anyone so badly before in my life. I lick my lips and unbutton his pants. The force of his erection pushes the zipper down, and the tip of his dick is sticking out the top of his black boxers. It’s glistening and wet and abso-fucking-lutely perfect. The only thing that could make it better is it being inside me.
He’s back on me, putting himself between my spread legs, kissing me like I’m the last woman on earth and his life depends on it. I’m so hot, so wound up that I feel like I might come just from him brushing against my clit through my panties.
He moves slightly to the side and hooks my leg over his, holding onto my thigh. We kiss for another moment and then he breaks away, moving down. His lips trail from my neck to my stomach. Holy fucking lord. He’s going to—
I cry out when his fingers sweep against me. The muscles in my thighs tighten when he pulls the panties off. I twist the comforter in my hands, opening my eyes to watch him go to town.
He moves slowly, knowing he’s a fucking tease. His hands slide under my thighs, spreading me and pulling me against him. His tongue lashes out against my clit, hard, then soft, then hard again.
Oh. My. God.
He turns his head and kisses my inner thigh, the same time he runs his fingernails along my stomach. It’s almost too much and we just fucking got started. I twist the blanket in my hands, not trusting myself not to grab his head and force him against me until I came. Twice. Three times, maybe.
He turns back, mouth against my core, and licks and sucks. My chest rises and falls and my mouth is open. I curl my legs around his shoulders, breath quickening even more. I’m so close.
Ben knows it, too, that fucker. He slows down, pulling back and only giving me soft, gentle kisses, making me arch my back so that my center stays in contact with his sweet, wonderful mouth and that oh-so talented tongue.
After a minute of torture, he goes back in full force, sliding a finger inside me. I moan out load, pleasure erupting. My abs tighten and I don’t breath as the orgasm rolls through me, ending with a shudder that leaves me quivering and pulsing against his mouth.
I’m panting, vision blacked out. He keeps his mouth on me, drawing it out, waiting until I stop floating in bliss to let me go. He wipes his mouth and moves back up. It takes all I have in me to reach down and grab his cock and guide him inside me. My fingertips feel all tingly from that strong orgasm.
Fuck, yes.
I wrap my fingers around his thick shaft, pulling his wetness down and using it as I pump my hand. He moans and kisses my neck. I keep working my hand until I can bend my legs again. Then I flip him over, yanks his pants off, and start returning the favor.
Ben tangles his fingers in my hair, breathing heavily as I flick my tongue over the tip of his dick. He reaches for me, fingers stroking my clit, bringing me close to coming. Again.
When he’s close, he pulls me onto him, cock rubbing against me, then begrudgingly sits up to get a condom from the wallet in the pocket of his pants. I clench my jaw, impatiently watching him put it on. I wipe my face and quickly run my hands through my hair, hoping I still look as hot as I feel.
Ben drops the condom wrapper on the bed and is on top of me in an instant. I open my legs and bend my knees, urging him to me. He cradles my head in his hands, lowers his lips to mine, and kisses me as he slides inside.
His dick is large; I know that since I was just all up in its business, but I underestimated how big now that it’s inside me, thrusting, pulsing, pushing in and out. Ben’s holding himself up above me, muscles tight and bulging. I feel his biceps, imagining the tattoos beneath my fingers. I slit my eyes open just enough to get a look at his handsome face.