And it turns out to be a fantastic decision, letting Ben take charge. Because when he finally opens my lips with his and slides his tongue into my mouth and his hand down my back, every cell of my body explodes with desire like he’s just run his tongue straight up the full length of my slit. I run my hand down his muscled back to his ass and caress him and, in response, he kisses me more passionately and slides his hand to my ass. He pulls me into him and pushes his hard-on into my hip, all prior tentativeness gone. He’s claiming me now. Showing me what’s to come. He grinds his hard-on against my entrance, right against my throbbing clit, as his tongue claims my mouth and his hands squeeze and knead my ass with fervor, and I begin to throb and shudder and moan and yearn against him. This boy is good.
In short order, I’m desperate. Humping the small space between us, my body aching to be penetrated. When Ben slides a finger inside me, I grip his hard cock in reply, egging him on—and he moans softly at my touch. When I feel the evidence of Ben’s need beaded at his tip, my arousal spikes. I slide the sticky wetness around his mushroom tip and down the silky length of his shaft and he moans his appreciation and slides another finger inside me.
When I groan and hump his fingers, he slides yet another one inside me and finger-fucks me until I’m shuddering and cooing and gasping for air. A sound of pure desire lurches from my throat—a sound that makes him quake and thrust himself ferociously against my entrance. I open my legs and rest my thigh atop his hip, opening myself to him completely, offering him every inch of me, inviting him in, and his wet fingers slither to my hard tip. He pinches and teases my hard bud, making me jerk and jolt and moan with desperation.
“Little circles,” I whisper, and, God bless this Aussie, he complies—and, within seconds, I’m hanging on by the barest of margins. “A little faster,” I whisper fiercely. “Oh, God. Yes. Don’t stop.”
When pre-cum drips onto my hand, I lose it. Waves of pleasure seize my womb sharply and then ripple deliciously through my core, kissing every nerve ending in my body in sensual delight. A long, low growl of pleasure lurches from my throat, and I bite Ben’s muscular shoulder to muffle the sound. God help me if Carter overhears me and catches us in the act. “Do you have a condom?” I whisper when my orgasm ends.
“Fuckin’ oath.” He reaches outside of the sleeping bag, filling the small space with cold air, just for a moment, and when he returns to me, his breathing is erratic. His excitement palpable. He gets himself covered, his chest heaving, and then, without hesitation, he slides on top of me, touches between my legs to find his target, positions his hard cock at my wet entrance, pulls my hands above my head and grasps my fingers in his, inhales deeply, and slowly burrows himself inside me.
And I’m instantly in heaven.
There’s nothing like the sensation of that first penetration by someone new. Especially someone as big and muscular and strong and glorious and masculine as Ben. There’s no greater turn-on than a man’s body filling mine, especially when he’s gotten me wet and aching for it. God, I crave this very thing. Yearn for it. And unapologetically get it whenever I can. And, wow, yes, talk about getting filled up. Ben is inside me all the way, all the way up to his balls. I feel them brushing against me as he begins to thrust. And the sensation lights me on fire.
I grab Ben’s ass and squeeze, and he begins thrusting harder with a loud groan. I wrap my legs around him as best I can in the small space. He kisses me, the rhythm of his tongue’s movement matching his body’s.
“Harder,” I whisper against his hungry lips. “I like it really hard.”
Ben complies, making my eyes roll back into my head with pleasure. His thrusts are ferocious. His hard-on steely. His warm, muscular body on top of mine is sending me to Nirvana.
I whisper his name. Over and over again. Dig my fingernails into his broad shoulders. Moan. Whimper. And finally, deliciously, blissfully come.
And that’s it for Ben. As my innermost muscles constrict and ripple around him, he comes on my heels with a primal grunt and a fierce clenching of his formidable ass.
When his body has finished jerking and jolting, Ben rolls off me to my side and we kiss and kiss and stroke each other and smile, our bodies intertwined in the small, warm sleeping bag.
“God, you’re beautiful,” he says.