He pulls them off for me as I angle my weight off the bed. The jeans come off. He sits up on his knees on the rug and pulls them the rest of the way off my ankles, and the socks come off after them. Now, I’m in just my underwear. He kisses the inside of my thigh. I make a sound and accidentally pull his hair. He looks up.
“I can stop,” he offers.
“No. Don’t. Keep going.”
He licks his lips. “Tell me to stop if you want me to stop.”
“I don’t.”
He says, “At any point.”
I nod. “Okay.”
He hooks his fingers into the waistband of my underwear, and my heart’s racing wildly. But the pulse in between my legs is stronger. I’m excited and nervous. He pulls them down slowly, keeping his eyes on me.
He kisses my hipbone, my other hipbone, and runs his tongue lower. He looks up at me one more time like he’s giving me a chance to tell him no.
I don’t.
He goes down.
The first caress of his tongue is slow and steady –– and not at all what I expected. My body hums and shakes under him. Every muscle tenses at the pure shock of it. I let out a desperate moan.
My hands go into the sheets, and my hips lift toward him without me meaning to lift them. I’m seeing stars in my vision. My body is naturally shaking under his mouth.
I don’t freeze. I’m too overwhelmed to freeze.
He goes slow, moving his tongue in ways that make me pant for air. When I make a small sound, he repeats what he was doing. When I go quiet, he changes. I have, in the last forty-five seconds, lost any sense of being embarrassed about his mouth being in between my legs because he is taking it slow and letting me adjust.
He’s so good at this. The thought lands in me without jealousy. He knows what he’s doing, and I’m grateful. I continue to lift my hips without meaning to. When I try to scoot away because the feeling is too intense, he tugs me back to him. I am so close to combusting. He notices the intensity in my body. He keeps doingwhat he’s doing with his tongue. He doesn’t change a thing. I look down at him, and when he looks up at me, the feeling is too much.
I come. His wet mouth makes more movements against me, and I’m crying as my body trembles. I grab a fistful of the sheets, and my thighs grip the sides of his head. He holds me by my thighs as my head tips back into the pillow. An intense wave of pleasure rolls through me, and I ride it out. He keeps his mouth on me through the end of it.
When I relax onto the bed, releasing the sheets, he pulls back with a wet mouth. He wipes his face, and it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. His eyes are dark, his hair is wrecked, and I cover my mouth with my hand and laugh.
“Oh my god, Bens.”
“Yeah?” he asks with a proud smile.
I nod, keeping my legs open. “Take off your pants.”
He gets out of them fast. Then he crawls up the length of me. He’s grinning by the time he gets to my mouth. He kisses me. He tastes like me, which is a thing I thought I would be embarrassed about, but he doesn’t seem to mind. So I don’t mind.
His hard cock is pressed against my thigh. I open my legs wider to let him in. I grab him, my body desperate for more. He presses into me slowly. When his hips reach mine, he rests there for a moment.
“Are you okay?” he asks.
I nod.
He glances down at us and says, “You’re so perfect, baby. I’m the happiest man alive right now.”
He picks up his pace and kisses me between strokes. His face stays close to mine, eyes watching as he thrusts against me faster and faster. This feels different like any other time. My pussy is pulsating around him, enjoying every time he pushes all the way in. When I moan uncontrollably, he does the same thing again.He follows my sounds, and I’m a Camdenthless mess under him. He grabs my leg, pushes it up, and watches himself enter in and out of me.
“Fuck, Lucy,” he murmurs. “Baby.” He picks up his pace, so I hold onto his shoulders. “Look at me.”
I look up at him. His mouth is open, his eyes are lulled in pleasure, and the connection I feel with him is so deep inside my chest that my heart clenches when he doesn’t Camdenk the eye contact.
“Lay on your back,” I whisper.
