“Now who’s staring?” Ben teases with a low chuckle.
“Just admiring what’s mine,” I murmur, shooting him a wink as my hands move to his belt buckle.
I unfasten it, then unbutton his jeans, slowly sliding them down his legs. Kneeling in front of him, I push them aside as he steps out of them. My fingers trace up his thighs, his breath hitching as I get closer to the waistband of his boxers. My eyes widen slightly at the sight of him straining against the fabric.
Hooking my fingers under the waistband, I tug his boxers down, his erection springing free. I wrap my hand around him, moving in slow, deliberate strokes.
“Fuck, Ash,” Ben groans, his head falling back, his eyes squeezed shut.
I replace my hand with my mouth, taking him in slowly, my fingers still working where my lips can’t reach. His hands tangle in my hair, a quiet moan escaping me as he tugs gently, guiding my movements.
“That feels so good, baby,” he mutters, his voice rough with pleasure.
I pick up my pace, my head bobbing in rhythm with my strokes. My tongue swirls over the head of his cock before I take him deeper, swallowing around him. His groan is deep and guttural, vibrating through my entire body.
Before I can take him further, his hands tighten in my hair, and he pulls me up to stand.
“You have to stop, baby, or I’m going to come,” he breathes, his forehead resting against mine. “And I really want to be inside you for that.”
A flush of heat rushes to my face at his words, making me shy despite everything I've just done. I bite my lip as his arms tighten around me. After a few moments, I climb onto the bed, kneeling in the center. I find a confidence I didn’t know I possessed and reach behind me, unhooking my bra and letting the fabric slide from my body. His gaze darkens with hunger, and his desire fuels my own.
Hooking my fingers into the waistband of my panties, I slip them down my legs, tossing them onto the floor.
“Holy fuck,” he murmurs, his voice thick with need. “You’re so beautiful, baby.”
I take his hand and pull him onto the bed with me. Nerves swirl in my stomach as I anticipate what’s about to happen.We’ve messed around but never taken things all the way. I’m not a virgin, but it’s been a while since I’ve been with anyone, and I’m apprehensive. I know I should probably tell him I’m not all that experienced before things go any further. But he’s older and obviously knows what he’s doing. A part of me worries that knowing the truth might change how he sees me.
He gently lays me down before reaching over the side of the bed and snatching up his jeans. I watch with wide eyes as he pulls a condom from his wallet and rolls it down his length. “You okay?” he asks, his eyes searching mine.
I nod and reach for him, pulling his body against mine. He kisses me softly, his hand sliding between us, his fingers working me up to boiling point again. When my body begins to tremble beneath him, he removes his hand, and I gasp as he gently pushes inside me. There’s a fair bit of discomfort when he starts to move, and he stills, his face clouded with concern.
“Ash, am I hurting you? Do you want me to stop?”
“I just need a minute.”
“Are you sure?”
I wrap my arms around his neck, threading my fingers through his hair. “I’m sure. Just… go slow, okay?”
His eyes search mine, holding my gaze for a few seconds.
“Ash… you have been with someone before, right?”
I let out a sigh. “Yeah, but… it’s been a while.” I pause, my cheeks warming. “Actually, more than a while.”
Ben’s smile is soft and reassuring. “If it makes you feel any better, it’s been forever for me too.”
I smile back, the tension easing. “Thatdoeshelp. Thank you.”
His voice is soft. “Do you want me to stop?”
“God, no.”
“You’re sure?”
“I’m sure, Ben. Please move.
He nods and kisses me as he slowly begins to move. It isn’t long before the pain is chased away by pleasure, and I lock my legs around his ass, using my heels to encourage him to go faster. He’s still holding back, though, and I need more.
