He lifted his head, poised over me like a massive beast, and there was wildness in his eyes that let me know he wasn’t as in control as he seemed. “They were in the way. I have to taste you.”
I spread my thighs and tangled my hands into his thick hair, as he moved his path of kisses to my thighs and then my furrow. I closed my eyes as his lips teased lightly over my lips. A gush of wetness accompanied the light flick of his tongue against my clit, and I arched to meet his mouth as he pressed it into my hot flesh.
Breathless new sounds of wonder and pleasure escaped as he licked my pussy, lapping at my nectar. I clutched the duvet in my hands and did my best just to survive the sensations. I didn’t know how to process this kind of mind-blowing pleasure. “Ben,” I managed to say in a gasp as my second orgasm ever—the first from his expert tongue—built and ripped through me.
I was still saying his name two intense orgasms later, but with a hint of pleading. “Please…I can’t take it anymore.”
He groaned as he tore himself away, but then he stood up. His cock was hard and straight, the head a bright purple that looked almost angry. It swayed and bobbed as he moved to the nightstand before coming back to me.
When he lay down between my legs again, I saw the condom wrappers he’d dropped nearby. “Six? You’re optimistic.”
He laughed, looking a touch self-conscious. “I just grabbed a handful. We don’t have to use them all tonight.”
“I’m just thinking I’d like to be able to walk tomorrow.”
“Walking’s overrated when you could just stay in bed and get fucked.”
The words made me tremble, but not with fear. “I want you so bad, Ben. I just wanted to make sure you know that. For sure.”
He stopped to press a tender kiss to my mouth. “I know it. I want you too.”
I closed my eyes again, listening to him open the foil packet. I couldn’t hear the condom actually sliding on his cock, but I felt the head nudge against my opening a moment later. I took a deep breath and struggled not to stiffen as he slid inside me.
I whimpered at a flash of pain that was gone almost as quickly as it came. I opened my eyes wide, and his eyes were tender.
“Just relax. It might hurt for a bit, but I promise it will feel good soon.”
I nodded, biting my lip. I guess I expected him to just plunge inside, but he still moved in a slow, controlled, way. When he was in, tears came to my eyes, but his mouth was there to lick them away before they could travel very far down my cheeks.
He pressed until he was fully inside me. “Is it okay, Lindsay?”
“It’s fine, thanks.” I giggled since I sounded so polite, even though I was filled with strange new sensations. “And you?”
“Jesus Christ, you feel fantastic. Let me know when you think I can move, because holding still in your tight, wet pussy is about the hardest thing I’ve ever done.”
He wasn’t just saying that because he thought I’d want pretty words. He was genuinely having a hard time not fucking the shit out of me right then and there. “You can move.” I wasn’t sure how ready I had to be, but I was ready to try.
The first few thrusts hurt a tiny bit, but less and less with each. By the time he’d set a pace, deep pleasure was building again. The pain was a memory, and with every thrust I was enjoying it more. I moved my hips with his, and he smiled at me before letting out a deep moan.
Everything disappeared as we moved together, and when the first twinges started deep in my core and spread outward, I
quivered in his arms . As my sheath contracted around him over and over, he groaned. I threaded my fingers through his hair as my other hand pulled him deeper. His cock jerked and twitched inside me, and as I came, warmth filled my insides. If there hadn’t been a condom, his essence would have been inside me.
He collapsed on top of me, his warm weight comforting before he eventually rolled away, the tips of his fingers touching mine for a second before he got out of bed. I slipped almost immediately into sleep after that, barely able to keep my eyes open. Feeling the bed dip briefly, I murmured his name. I thought I felt his arms around me as I surrendered to sleep.
Thinking I’d fallen asleep in his arms made it all the more disorienting when I woke alone in my own bed the next morning. He must have carried me in here, but when? Had it been as soon as I’d passed out, or had he held me for a little while first? Not knowing was going to bother me, but I couldn’t imagine having the nerve to ask. I didn’t know if he had another outing planned for today, since it was Saturday, but I cringed imagining having that conversation somewhere like the zoo.
“So, um, Ben, did you fuck me and then dump me off in my room right away, or did you give me a little pity cuddling first?”
I so didn’t want to hear his answer if it was the first, and even the second wouldn’t do anything to take away the feeling of sadness. I’d known it was a one-time thing, and I thought I’d been prepared for that, but as I sat up and rolled out of bed, I knew I’d lied to myself.
The telltale ache between my thighs made me wince. Bending over to cup my tender bits for support, I saw a piece of paper on the floor. My heart fluttered wildly as I lifted it, expecting it to be a note that had fallen off the bed. It was, but it wasn’t from Ben.
Panic forming a lump in my throat, I ran from my room, not even caring I was stark naked. “Ben!” I shouted his name, and he emerged from his room a moment later, wearing a look of concern. And some pants, which I hadn’t thought to grab.
He frowned at my nakedness before rushing forward. “What’s the matter, Lindsay? Are you hurt? If there’s a little blood, that’s normal...”
I waved the note at him. “It’s nothing like that. Elle ran away.”