A harsh breath rushed from his mouth as he tested the heavy weight of my breasts in his hands. “Fuck. You are beautiful.” His words sank in to expand my heart and it responded by thumping with more veracity.
He kissed from my chin down my neck before lifting my boobs to his face and sucking wet kisses along the edge of sheer fabric. My palms caressed the bulges and striations of his back—the wide, winged trapezius muscle that made it impossible for his arms to sit flat against his sides.
I slid to the dip at his waist and the indents near his hipbones. My fingers worked the button and zipper and pushed the denim down his strong legs. There it was again. The head of his cock, poking out to say hello. My thumb found the tip, circling around. His hips jerked and a strangled noise muffled into my breasts. Without warning, my shorts landed in a pool at my feet and he retreated a step. “Turn.”
My stomach clenched at his demand. I spun slowly. Large, sure palms halted my movement as they gripped the front of my thighs. Knees brushed at my ankles as he lowered himself to the floor. I didn’t look behind me. I just closed my eyes and let my other senses take over. The calluses on his hands scratched against my skin, setting off sparks along my nerve endings. His stubble was rough against my backside as he kissed and bit his way along, getting to know this intimate part of me. His nose dug into one cheek as his teeth grabbed a hold of the flimsy fabric that ran along it, and he pulled it away before snapping it back in place. I jumped, laughing. Playful Ben. My body liked that side of him way too much, responding by soaking my G-string. I was so ready.
His hand slipped between my legs, his fingers playing along the front while his thumb probed beneath my underwear. He continued to plant kisses all over my cheeks as his free hand curled into the band of my lingerie and tugged it down my legs. The pads of his fingers played me like his guitar. I lifted one foot out of the scrap of lace and organza and widened my stance. He growled in response and bit my bum. My hips rolled as he kept swirling, rubbing, circling. I gasped for air as he consumed my body in flames. Rising to his feet without stopping, he unsnapped the clasp of my bra and pushed between my shoulders until I braced my hands on the edge of the bed, the straps acting as restraints around my wrists. Hips instinctively moving with sharp thrusts, I circled them on occasion. My nerves had me under their control and Ben was the messenger telling them what to do.
I opened my eyes, drawn to movement in my peripheral vision. The mirrored door of my wardrobe. He’d been watching us. My tits hung, brushing my elbows. His cock stood out straight as he bent over me. Oh, my God. His hooded blue stare was the most erotic thing I’d ever seen. He caught me looking and nipped at my shoulder as his fingers entered me. One. Two. His other hand reached around to continue playing my clit. I bowed my back, mouth wide in a soundless scream as an orgasm crashed my system.
I was still riding the crest of the wave when I heard the rustle of a wrapper before his dick slid along my opening, then forward and backwards through my slickness. “Fuck.” His head lolled, as one palm urged my hips to press against him. He entered me slowly, fingers gently stroking my folds from the front. “Are you okay?”
“Yes,” I whispered as my legs shook and my chest tightened in anticipation.
He inched his way in before pulling all the way out. With each slow thrust he got deeper and deeper. My orgasm was building again from his persistent playful fingers. Pressure swelled. It was more intense with him inside me. He pushed with a sharp jolt and something inside gave way. It stole my breath and my head bowed forward. He didn’t retreat this time. Letting me get used to him, his fingers kept moving. I watched the flex of his hand and wrist as he drove me toward the precipice.
My hips began to circle. I writhed against him, my bum rubbing against his hips.
“Watch,” he whispered, kissing behind my ear, his thumb nudging my chin towards the end of the bed.
Jesus. We were putting on our own porn show and I fucking loved it. His hands reached around to capture my tits, pinching at the nipples. They bounced every time we ground together. The muscles in Ben’s neck strained as he clenched his teeth. Our action became frantic. The pulse between my legs strengthened, spreading over my whole body. Ben’s hands squeezed harder as he bent his knees and pounded me from behind. I dropped to my elbows and his strokes went deeper.
“Fuck,” he grunted. “Put your knees up on the bed and face the mirror.”
I did as he said. He climbed behind me, pushing my knees wider with his. After grabbing my pillow, he placed it under my chest. My tits settled near my chin as I leaned on my elbows. Giving me a long kiss, he reached around and played with the soft flesh as his tongue tangled with mine.
Straightening, our reflections returned our rapt faces as he filled me again. I looked so small compared to his looming form behind me. His arms flexed as he worked my
