Page 86 of Rebellious Hearts
He pressed his fingers against me harder, moving his hand in a circle, and I moaned. I arched my back.
“You have no idea how you turn me on,” Ben whispered, and he leaned over me. He kissed my neck, sucking the delicate skin into his mouth, and I moaned when he started working my leggings down. “You make me want to strip you down, kiss you, lick you…”
“Don’t stop,” I gasped when he pulled my leggings off, taking my panties along with them, and I was naked.
“And then I want to fuck you,” Ben finished. He found my wetness and pushed his fingers into me just as he said it, and I moaned.
Ben kissed my stomach. Slowly, he kissed his way down, over my hip bones, licking a trail toward my pussy while he stroked his fingers in and out of me. I gasped when he pressed his thumb against my clit, and then replaced his thumb with his mouth.
“Ben,” I moaned and widened my legs, bucking my hips. He pushed his fingers into me, his lips around my clit and sucked. Pleasure shot through my veins, my nipples pebbling, and I arched my back, bucking my hips against his hands as he pumped his fingers in and out of me.
He knew exactly what I needed. He curled his fingers inside me, and the pleasure built, tightening in the pit of my stomach. I moaned, my gasping becoming erratic, punctuated with moansas he pushed me closer and closer to the edge. My body grew hot, and my muscles contracted, tightening around his fingers as I came closer still.
Ben worked his mouth, his fingers and before I knew it, I was there. My orgasm rocked through me, making me shake and cry out, and Ben kept going, extending the waves of pleasure until it was almost unbearable.
I panted when I finally relaxed. My muscles were numb, and a feeling of warmth washed over me.
Ben chuckled when he looked up at me. His lips glistened, and he withdrew his fingers. He stood and kicked off his pants. His cock sprung free, hard, eager, the tip bulbous. He rolled a condom onto himself before he got onto the mattress and moved up the bed, lying next to me. He ran his hands over my body, his touch gentle.
“That was incredible,” he whispered.
“Yes,” I gasped. “Oh, yes.”
He pressed his cock against me, grinding his erection against my hip as his tongue slid into my mouth. Slowly, sensually, he worked his body against mine. His hand was on my breast, rolling my hard nipple between his fingers, and I ached to have him inside me. I rolled onto my side, and we lay against each other, our naked bodies slowly writhing together as we kissed, touched, felt each other.
When I could barely hold out anymore, Ben pushed me onto my back and rolled onto me. My legs fell open for him, and his cock pressed against my entrance. I held my breath in anticipation.
He entered me slowly. Ben’s arms were on either side of my head, his cock filling me, inch by inch, until he was fully seated, and I let out a moan as he filled me. His body was hot, and when he moved, the friction sent a shiver through me.
“Ben,” I breathed and wrapped my arms around his neck.
“God, you feel good,” he said in my ear.
He moved slowly, his strokes long and deep. I lifted my hips, and his pace increased. I moved with him, his cock sliding in and out of me. He breathed harder, and he planted a kiss on my lips; he lifted his head, and his eyes locked on mine. His face was riddled with lust. His lips parted, eyes darkened, and the pressure started to build as he slid in and out.
I cried out, my gasps and moans in rhythm with his strokes. He kissed me again, his tongue sliding into my mouth. He was everywhere, and the friction of his body, the heat, the pleasure building… Ben moved faster, his hips bucking, and he fucked me with the same intensity I saw in his eyes.
This wasn’t just fucking. This was so much more. I wasn’t ready to put words to it, but the way he held me, the way we connected when he looked into my eyes, was different from what we’d had before.
Ben bucked his hips faster and faster, and he hit just the right spot. I moaned, wrapping my legs around his ass, and he drove deeper into me. The pressure built inside me, and I was getting closer and closer to another orgasm.
Ben grunted and pounded into me harder. His pace increased, and I bucked my hips against his. He moaned, and the sound of his voice pushed me over the edge.
“Ben,” I cried out, and he groaned, burying his face in my neck. His body was hot, slick with sweat.
“Oh, God,” he growled and then his muscles contracted, and he shuddered. “Oh, fuck.”
He drove into me harder, bucking his hips wildly, and the friction and heat were enough to push me over the edge another time. Or maybe it was an extension of the first time. I didn’t know anymore.
All I knew was that we were together, that we were so close I didn’t know where he ended and I began, and as we came together, nothing existed but the two of us.
I came, crying out, the waves of pleasure washing over me. I moaned, arching my back and holding onto him, and Ben fucked me through his orgasm until he collapsed on top of me, breathing hard.
My heart hammered against my ribs. I was exhausted, sated, and completely spent. Ben lifted his head and smiled at me, offering me that cocky grin that he’d used on me since day one. He looked as happy and satisfied as I was.
“You’re fucking incredible, sweetheart,” he said and planted a kiss on my lips. “I’ll be right back.” He rolled off me before I could respond to his comment, and I lay on the bed, my body throbbing and pulsing in the aftermath of our sex. I could still feel him inside me.
When he came back, he climbed onto the bed and pulled me closer to him. I lay on his chest, his heart beating against my cheek, and his arm wrapped around my shoulder. He stroked my arm with his fingertips, slowly, languidly, and the motion, the sex, the togetherness made me sleepy.
