“I love the feel of you in my arms, the taste of you on my lips,” he whispered down the line of her neck.
“I do too, Ben. Damn, I do too.” It was a wanton admission, an honest one and when he lifted her into his arms then turned to gently lay her onto the bed, her body screamed for more.
He removed her boots first, then her socks cupping one foot in his hand and lifting it to lovingly kiss her toes. He must have taken her quick intake of breath as approval because he moaned and rubbed along the length of her foot, kneading his thumbs into her arch. Waves of pleasure seemed to float from the tip of her toe up to her ankle, spreading through her calves to her thighs and ultimately settling in a heated pool of desire at her center.
“Whatever I can do, whatever I can say is all for your pleasure, baby.”
His breath was warm, tickling her skin. His tone was deep, slightly commanding and damn enticing.
“I never thought it would be like this,” she whispered breathlessly, her fingers clenching the sheets beneath her.
“Always, baby. It can always be like this,” he murmured.
It was a promise, one that gripped her heart like a vice. When he moved up her legs continuing to massage the tired muscles she could do nothing but moan. Deftly he undid the snap of her jeans, unzipped them and began pushing the material down and over her hips. She lifted to accommodate him and had to catchher breath when he snagged her bikini at the same time leaving her completely bare from the waist down.
This wasn’t like last night’s intimate session. It was still hot and made her heady with desire, but there was more. The difference was her and how her body was confusingly more sensitive to his touch now than it had been before. Of course there was passion and intimacy to being with this man, but tonight there seemed to be something more. She was so enthralled with those thoughts, trying desperately to put a name to every nuance of emotion sifting through her, that she hadn’t felt him spread her legs wide or noticed that he’d dipped his head low, until it was too late. Or had it really been too long?
Ben kissed the swollen folds of her pussy the same way he’d kissed her lips, with intense fervor and experienced flare. Her thighs shook as he licked along the tender flesh. She moaned because it was the only thing left to do. Her body felt heavy with desire, sinking into the cushiony softness of the bed. When he lifted her thighs onto his shoulders, pulling her into him like she was a decadent dessert she fell completely apart. Tremors of pleasure coursed through her body as a molten lava release soared to its pentacle.
Her eyes were glazed seconds later as he pushed away from her to remove his own clothes. She watched as he stripped, her eyes absorbing and memorizing every inch of his deliciously dark skin from his taut pectorals to his sculpted abs. When he pushed his jeans over his hips, his boxers going south with them, she gulped. Ben was a magnificently built specimen with muscled thighs, a gorgeous ass and further endowments that made him an excellent candidate for a sex website. She grabbed the edge of her shirt pulling it over her head quickly, unable and unwilling to keep her desire for him at bay.
“Take off the bra,” he instructed and she sat up reaching her arms behind her back to do as he requested.
“Cup your breasts in your hands.”
He was watching her, his hooded gaze sending spikes of heat straight to her nipples where he stared. She put her hands to her breasts, cupped their weight and let her thumbs rub over her nipples.
He licked his lips.
“Squeeze harder.”
As he spoke his hand went to his rigid arousal, grasping its length with all the power the man exuded.
Of their own accord her legs spread wider and one hand slipped down her torso. She had no idea what she was doing. Not a stranger to pleasuring herself, especially with her demanding work schedule, but she’d never in all her life imagined she’d be performing such acts in front of a man. But this was no ordinary man.
“Lay back and show me,” he growled coming closer to the bed. “Show me now.”
She lay back against the pillows, one hand still massaging her breast, the other slipping through the damp folds of her pussy. With expert fingers she opened herself and gasped at the hungry look covering Ben’s face as he climbed onto the bed with her.
“I like what I see,” he murmured still stroking his dick.
She sighed. “I like what I see.”
“Then take it,” he told her, coming onto his knees, positioning himself between her legs.
The hand that was on her breast retreated and she extended her arms reaching for him.
“Take it,” he told her again as he stroked his dick and offered it to her. She sat up slowly, licking her lips as she spotted the glistening bead of arousal at its tip.
Her mouth watered when she took him in both her hands, rubbing from the base to the tip. He sucked in a breath and she trembled. She dipped her head to lick away the droplet ofpleasure and moaned as his fingers scraped along her scalp, his hands tugging insistently against her head. She kissed him as he’d kissed her, loved his masculine scent as it permeated her nostrils.
Ben
When he’d finally had enough of her blissful torture Ben pushed her mouth away from him. He’d never been addicted to any type of substance but had to believe withdrawal from same had symptoms such as the clenching in his chest and deep sense of loss he was now experiencing.
She hadn’t said slow. Had only stated that she wanted him. He couldn’t wait to give her what she wanted and when he thrust his thick length into her warm pussy, he could do nothing more than whisper her name.
With her ankles resting on his shoulders, he pumped into her mercilessly, searching desperately for the blissful release he knew was stored inside. His gaze locked on her body as she lay beneath him, he watched with increasing desire as her breasts jiggled, her lips parted, and her eyes focused on him. She gave as well as she received, thrusting with his strokes, fingering her nipples once more, enticing him as he loved her.
