Page 34 of Beni

“Holy shit,” August breathed when his tongue found her clit.

Yeah, that’s what she liked.

His tongue beat a fast rhythm against her pulsing clit while his fingers slid between her thighs to play with her pussy. That slick heat of hers hugged his fingers tight, and her hips jerked up against his mouth when he curled the digits against her G-spot.

“Beni!”

God, yeah, he found all of this woman’s buttons.

Just like that.

Beni’s gaze lifted up to find August watching him with a wild, almost-there gleam in her eye. The way her chest heaved with fast breaths before her head tipped back, and he felt her pussy milk his fingers while her clit swelled under his tongue with heat.

“Oh, my God,” she mumbled.

Every inch of her shook through that orgasm, and Beni soaked it up. Each fucking second of watching her body tense, her face lax with bliss, and free falling because of him … yeah, he took that in like the happy fucker he was.

His hands slid up the backs of her thighs as he pulled back from her, moving up to his knees again, so he could watch her better while she trembled her way through the aftershocks of that orgasm. She reached for him, then, her hands fast and rough against him as they shed what remained of his clothes between them.

He pulled back after kicking off his pants and making sure to grab a condom from his bedside table, only to enjoy the sight of her laying back for him on the bed again. Her nude bralette, a lacy fabric that matched the trim of those panties he took off her earlier, a beautiful contrast against her skin.

Her hand brushed over her breast pulling back the lace, so she could tweak her nipple. He came back to climb between her thighs again when she looked up at him looming over her. Tossing that condom beside her so he could admire her for a second, he grinned lazily.

“I knew it,” she said, her voice airless.

“Hmm?”

“That you’d look damn good looming over me naked.”

Beni laughed a dark sound. “That so?”

“Yep.”

This woman …

She made him want to think and do crazy things.

“How do you want to be fucked, huh?” His hands trailed over her thighs again, his hard cock jutting out to tell her just how bad he fucking wanted her. She reached for his length, still playing with her breast with the other hand. Her fingers wrapped around him tight, and she stroked him as he said gruffly, “Tell me what you want.”

“So good,” August whispered back, her grip tightening on the head of his cock. “I want you to fuck me so good.”

“Oh, it’s going to be that.”

He snatched the condom up from the blanket, and shifted to his knees between her legs so that he could open the foil packet. She let his cock go long enough for him to roll the latex down his length before she was palming him again. He let her, but he still moved over her, hands keeping him steady on either side of her body, while he kissed her.

She worked him between her thighs, rubbing the tip of his cock at her slit while rolling her hips into him teasingly.

“Keep doing that,” he warned, “and see what it gets you.”

“Maybe that’s what I want.”

She rolled her hips up once more, and let the head of his cock stretch out the entrance of her pussy. “And you know how I want it—exactly like you said.”

He did just that.

Filled her slow at first, with short thrusts that ensured she felt every inch of his cock stretching her open for him. And damn, she was wet for him, pussy eager and greedy. It was only when she shivered at the feeling of his hands pinning her hips to the bed as he filled her full, that he stilled for a moment.

Just to stare between them, see only the root of his cock flush against her sex, and the way her body rocked into him to get just a bit of that friction.