Ben spread Tessa’s lips and his tongue worked her clitoris. She bucked to meet his touch, groaning like a woman in pain. He drove her wild with his lips, tongue and teeth while his hands freed his penis.
“Tessa, I want to make you come with my cock. Are you okay with that?”
Tessa nodded.
“Do you care if I don’t use a condom? We’ve all had blood tests, but I can have a condom on in a few seconds.”
Tessa knew she was safe and she didn’t want to waste even one more second.
“No condom. Make me come, now!” She moaned. “Please.”
Ben positioned himself over Tessa and guided the tip of his penis to her opening.
“You’re so wet,” he said. He held her hips in place and pressed cautiously, entering her gently and not deeply. Tessa lifted her hips and pressed, and that was all the confirmation Ben needed. He gripped Tessa firmly and thrust with all his strength. Tessa moaned, widened her legs, and pressed harder against Ben’s sex.
“I’m going to make you come so hard you scream.”
Tessa was impatient. She began bucking against him.
“That’s it Tessa,” he said, and he drove into her with deep, fast thrusts. “Ride my cock. You can do it.”
Tessa brought her hips to meet Ben’s thrusts and soon they were making loud, rhythmical music as their flesh pounded together. Tessa worked herself to a frenzy, but didn’t climax. Ben lifted her hips, supported the small of her back with one arm and used his free hand to stimulate Tessa’s clitoris.
“Oh God…” Tessa moaned.
She was so close. Ben shifted his weight over Tessa and thrust into her so hard he made the limo bounce beneath them. His hand continued to rock her clitoris. He claimed Tessa’s breast with his mouth, and she arched her back. He raked his teeth across her swollen nipple and Tessa grabbed his hair and screamed.
Ben gave Tessa exactly what she’d wanted, and not a minute later, he exploded inside her. They both lay spent, until the driver tooted his horn.
-20-
They’d arrived at their destination: they were back at the Opera House. Tessa felt grimy and spent and very, very good. She’d never had sex in a limo before. She’d never had a knee-knocking orgasm during sex before, although point of fact, she’d never had an orgasm of any kind during sex. Until now. She felt in control of her own sexuality, and if that made her a slut, so be it.
She knew that Athena’s Ground had thoroughly tested them all for every known STD. And Tessa had been faithfully taking the pill long enough for reliable protection. The only thing that worried her was the rather immense wet spot they’d left on the back seat of the limo. She hoped the driver had been well-tipped.
Ben held her hand and when La Traviata began, he put his arm around her. In the darkness, his fingers occasionally wandered to Tessa’s nipples or clitoris, where he plucked at them lazily. Tessa was so spent from riding Ben in the limousine that his occasional wandering fingers produced a pleasant warmth, but no fire. By the time Violetta died in Alfredo’s arms, Tessa was wrapped in Ben’s and nearly asleep.
“Nightcap?” Ben asked, as they settled back into the limo.
“I don’t think so.”
“How about ice cream?” He grinned like a ten-year-old. “Some killer chocolate?”