Marx Girl

Either way, I’m one lucky bitch.

He pulls back to watch my body struggle to accept his fingers. My back is arching off the table and the sound of my arousal sucking him in is loud.

“That’s it, baby, ride me. Get ready for this cock of mine.” He slowly takes his dick in his hand and begins to stroke it as he stares at my sex being pounded by his fingers.

Oh fuck, this is too good.

“Now, Ben,” I moan. “I need you now. I don’t want to come on your fingers.” His eyes hold mine and he licks his lips. “You’ll come on whatever I fucking give you,” he growls.

My eyes close and my head falls back. This is how it is with Ben. I get what I’m given.

He hisses through his arousal and I know he can’t stand it any longer, either. He climbs up onto the table until he’s over me. His lips take mine and my hips rise to meet him.

“I need you…” I whimper.

“I know, babe, I’ve got you,” he murmurs against my lips.

He starts to slide his thick cock between my wet lips. Well, fuck me. Oh… damn.

He does this for a long time as we kiss, as if he’s trying to calm himself down.

For me, though, I’m enjoying every second our lips touch. I don’t want this to end.

His perfect kisses. His body against mine. I don’t even need sex. Just being close to him is like a drug.

He lifts one of my legs and holds it back with his forearm, and in one sharp movement, he slides in deep.

Our mouths fall open.

He’s big… and so, so deep.

“Ben…” I whimper. Fuck, was the sex always this good between us?

He slowly pulls out and slides back in.

“Oh, fucking hell, Bridget,” he moans as his lips drop to my neck.

He gives it to me slow for three more strokes and then he slams in hard—so hard he knocks the air from my lungs.

Then he is riding me. Hard, long, deep pumps until I can’t see straight, until I think he’s going to break my dining room table. He lifts my other leg up over his shoulder and holds himself in a push-up position.

Oh, God, if this isn’t the best night of my entire life. My body shudders and I begin to moan. I can’t hold it.

“Wait for me,” he snaps.

“I can’t,” I cry.

“Fucking wait for me, Bridget.”

I wince and squeeze my eyes shut.

Then he really lets me have it at piston pace, and hard… so fucking hard.

“Ah, Ben,” I cry.

He puts his hand underneath my behind to lift me onto his hips and… Oh, God… that’s the spot. My eyes roll into the back of my head. I lose control.

I clench and cry out. He closes his eyes and comes in a rush.

Our lips touch, and suddenly he’s gentle again. We kiss, slowly and tenderly, and I smile against his lips. “Welcome home, baby. Welcome home.”

I walk into Mum’s just after seven. I had planned on getting here earlier but, as usual, I’m running late. This is a goodbye dinner for Cameron. He’s heading back to America tomorrow after the wedding last week. “Hello,” I call out to everyone.

Jordy and Ella run to meet me at the door and I bend and hug them both. “Hello, my favourite little people.” I laugh. Blake toddles towards me and I scoop him up. “Oh, I could eat you.” I bend and pretend to bite his tummy, watching as he squeals in delight. I’ve had the best night of my life. I spent nearly the whole night with Ben inside my body, hard, soft, anyway I could have him. We took a bath and laughed, and it felt like we hadn’t been apart at all.

This morning we made love again and laughed a whole lot more. I knew I would be seeing him tonight and I can hardly wait. We’ve decided we’re not telling anyone about us just yet. This is between us only.

Abbie and Tash are at the kitchen counter, sitting on stools, drinking wine, while Mum is cooking. “Hey, girls.” I smile as I walk in.

“Hello, darling.” Mum kisses me on the cheek. “You look lovely.” She looks me up and down. I glance out at the backyard and I see Joshua, Brock, Cameron, Max, and Ben all standing around cooking on the barbeque grill with beers in their hands. I smile. Whenever we are at Mum’s, Max is always a guest and never a guard. Mum won’t have it any other way. They have become very close over the years.

“Hi, boys,” I call from the door.

“Hi.” They all smile. Joshua walks over and kisses my cheek.

Ben’s eyes rise to meet mine and he gives me a sexy smirk.

I feel my stomach flip, and I smile.

“Did you stop and get my beer, Didge?” Brock asks.