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"Are your fingers slipping over your folds? I bet their slick and dripping wet. Did you find your clit? You did, I can tell by the look on your face. Now slip a finger inside. Yes, just like that."
I had no idea not touching Leah would be so erotic. I was able to focus on every shift in her body, the tensing of her muscles, the emotions that flickered across her face. Her cheeks now carried a rosy hue, her lips parted slightly and she breathed quickly, her breasts moving up and down in a very pleasing way.
"Ben, I feel...I ache...what do I do?"
Her left hand cupped her breast while her right hand played with her pussy, her arm moving as she did so. She was rubbing her clit, but I couldn't be sure. What I did know was that she was ready to be fucked. Her pleasure had escalated to the point where she needed more.
"Up on your knees. That's a good girl. Now move up and straddle my hips. Lower yourself down and—yes," I hissed out the last, her scalding hot pussy touching the head of my cock. "Move your hips," I bit out through clenched teeth. "There, my cock's nudging into you. Lower yourself and take me, Leah."
Her eyes met mine as she shifted her hips back and forth, working my cock into her a slow inch at a time. We both groaned at the tight, slick feel. It was like a vise was moving down over my cock. A hot, wet, tight vise.
When I was fully embedded, she paused. My balls drew up at the torturous feel of her inner walls clenching down, practically milking the cum from me. But it wasn't time yet. I willed my own pleasure back so she could find hers.
"Ride me, baby. Lean forward, yes, like that."
"Oh God," she cried when she did as I said and I slipped in another inch, the head of my cock bumping her womb. Lifting up until I pulled almost completely out, she dropped down, taking me quickly and easily into her. I couldn't help but arch my back and grip the headboard harder.
She found her pace, fucking me as she wanted, her hands on my chest, gripping hard. I doubted she even knew she was using me for balance. Her breasts bobbed with each downward stroke.
Her movements became erratic, her sweaty face lined with frustration. "Ben, something's not right. I'm trying but I don't know what my body needs. I don't know what to do."
If I could just run my thumb over her clit, she'd come immediately. She was that close, but I swore I would not touch her. "Lean forward so I can suck on your nipples."
"Oh yes," she groaned, angling herself so her right breast was above my mouth like a succulent hanging fruit. I took the nipple into my mouth and sucked on it, laved my tongue over the firm tip. She tasted sweet, her skin so soft and silky, just as I'd imagined.
"Ben!" she cried, her hips continuing to shift, now in small circles, rubbing her clit on me.
As I moved my head to suck on her other nipple, I told her how to finish herself, for I couldn't wait any longer. I had to come. "Grab hold of the headboard with your left hand to hold yourself up while you play with your clit. That sensitive nub between your thighs. You're going to come so hard, sweetheart."
She did completely as I instructed, eager to come, although she had no idea what that was. Her hand found her clit quickly if her gasp of pleasure was an indication. She shifted her hips, let me suckle on her breast as she worked herself. I watched her face until...she came. Her head went back and she screamed. Her back arched, her nipple hardened against my tongue and her thighs clenched my waist. Inner walls rippled around my cock and I came with her, the pleasure and cum bursting from my balls and jetting out in torrents of seed, filling her and marking her as mine.
When her orgasm ebbed, she released her grip on the headboard and slumped down across my chest, her breasts against me, her exposed skin slick. Her head rested on my shoulder and I could feel her frantic breathing. Slowly, I released my tense grip on the slats and brought them down to wrap around her, holding her against me. I had to touch her. My cock was still embedded deep within her and I could feel my seed seeping out. The way she breathed I knew she'd fallen asleep.
I lay there, caressing the bare skin of her back above her corset, savoring the feel of her as she was completely uninhibited and relaxed. I hadn't even seen her naked, had barely touched her with my hands and it had been the best fuck of my life. It only made me want to wake her up and take her again, this time get my hands on her.
CHAPTER FOUR
LEAH
I awoke warm and relaxed, but only for a moment. When I opened my eyes, I was in unfamiliar surroundings and the warmth beneath me was actually Mr. Worth. Ben. I tried to sit up, but Ben's large hands on my back held me close.
"Shh," Ben soothed. I felt him the entire length of my body. My head rested on his chest, my breasts pressed into his warm bare skin. Lower—
"Oh!"
I felt more than heard Ben chuckle. "I'm still hard for you."
Not only was he hard, but he still filled me.
My legs were still straddling his, my knees bent and by his hips. I must have fallen asleep directly after my pleasure. And, oh, what pleasure! I had been riding Ben just as he'd said, moving on him in a way that had made the feelings build
and grow and coalesce into this bright, hot ball of feeling. I'd become so frustrated not knowing what to do to make it better. It was as if I was running as fast as I could trying to reach a delectable prize but it kept moving further away. It had to stop, it had to change, it had to morph into something. It did once Ben told me what to do. He'd guided me, but had not touched me. I knew it had cost him to do so. It took mere seconds after his direction to come—the word he'd used for it—and it had been incredible, never knowing my body could feel that way.
It was all because of him and his very manly cock. I'd heard Paul say the word a few times, but never appreciated one until now. The way Ben filled me, that broad flared head rubbed places deep inside me I had no idea existed. Now, he was still hard, yet unmoving. I clenched down on him involuntarily, squeezing him as if keeping him from pulling from me, however, I didn't think Ben was considering doing so.
Turning my head, I placed my chin on top of my hand which rested on the center of his chest and looked at him. His mouth turned up in a playful quirk and his dark eyes held a predatory gleam, but not in a dangerous, worrisome way, but in a playful, dominant gaze.
"I liked that," I admitted.
