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Carlisle stands on her tiptoes, tilting her head and lifting her sweet mouth to mine. Her kiss is tentative, but grows bolder, more passionate quickly as her tongue moves with mine in a feverish dance full oflust and longing. She threads her hands up my neck and into my hair, raking her fingers deliciously along my scalp.
Through the thin fabric of her nightshirt, I feel the outline of her perky breasts as she presses against me. But I want to feel more of her. Breaking the kiss, my fingers fist the hem of her t-shirt and lift it over her head. The cool air hits her nipples causing them to pebble. Now it’s my turn to groan.
“Carlisle, if you want to stop, please tell me now.” My resolve to take it slowly with her weakens by the second.
“I don’t want to stop, Ben.”
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Ben
The light caress of Carlisle's fingers roving down my chest to the drawstring of my pajama pants sends a tingle down my spine. My abdominal muscles clench in a potent shot of desire that I feel down to my balls. My hand cups her breasts, first one then the other, squeezing and pinching her rosebud nipples before I bend to taste them.
“Oh, Ben,” she pants, her chest heaving as I suck and flick her nipples with my tongue. “That feels so good.”
Biting playfully, I soothe the pain with gentle kisses along her chest, enjoying the sounds she makes.
Swiveling, I push her backwards further into the room until the back of her knees hit the edge of the bed. Scooting toward the pillows, her shameless gaze calls to me, beckoning me to follow her onto the bed, but I don’t want to hurry this. I want to take it slowly and enjoy every single fucking second of familiarizing myself with her body.
Kneeling at the end of the bed, I kiss my way up her legs, starting at her ankles and lazily winding my way up towards her inner thighs. Over her thong, I rub her center with my knuckles, feeling her dampness seeping through the silkymaterial.
“You’re fucking dripping for me already, Carlisle.” Lowering my head to her wet heat, I slide her underwear to the side and spread her lips with my thumbs. Lapping her with my tongue, swirling and sucking her clit, she writhes under the attention of my mouth, moaning softly. “Fuck, you taste like ambrosia.”
Slipping her legs over my shoulders, she bucks as she tries to escape the pressure of her impending orgasm. Her breathing becomes shallow, and she twines her fingers into my hair, tugging forcefully as her pleasure grows. She rocks against my mouth, grinding into my face. Focusing my attention on her sensitive bundle of nerves, I lick and suck before inserting two fingers into her drenched core.
Pumping in and out, I curl my fingers upwards, hitting her g-spot and I feel her inner walls clenching tighter and tighter. Her back arches off the bed, her body rigid with tension until she spirals from the powerful release. She buries her head into a pillow to muffle her cries as her orgasm rips through her. She flops back, her body spineless.
I pull back, gently releasing her legs and she whimpers at the loss of my mouth, my tongue, and my fingers. As she slowly opens her eyes, I lift my fingers to her mouth and press on her bottom lip. “I want you to know how good you taste.” She sucks my fingers into her mouth, swirling her tongue around them. I close my eyes at the sensation, imagining her velvety mouth on me. My dick is rock hard and throbbing at the thought. Through my pajama pants, I fist my cock, pumping twice from head to shaft, unable to ignore it any longer.
Needing to see her naked, I peel her silky underwear down her legs. The sexy confidence that she exudes as she lies spread out before me is the biggest turn on.
“You’re so damn gorgeous, Carlisle.”
Swiftly, I shed my pants and crawl up the bed, settling my body over hers as I kiss her with reckless abandon. Shifting my weight onto anelbow, I move a hand to caress her breasts. Her nipples pucker under my touch and Carlisle lets out a strangled sigh as I move my mouth to them.
“I need you, Ben. Inside me. Now,” she begs breathlessly. Carlisle murmurs, “I have condoms in the bathroom in my pink toiletry bag.”
“Don’t move. I’ll be right back,” I respond, jumping from the bed and hustling into the adjacent bathroom. Digging quickly through her bag, I grab a condom and then roll it on.
Lowering myself onto her body once again, I revel in the skin-on-skin contact. Nipping at her neck, I feel her pulse jumping. Carlisle’s arms cinch around my waist and my ass, holding me in place. My erection presses against the apex of her thighs, and she shifts under me, opening herself up to me.
I stroke my cock through her wetness before slipping inside of her inch by agonizing inch until I’m fully seated inside her. She’s so warm and tight that I might blow my load before I even start moving.
Rolling over, I push her on top of me, so that I can watch her ride my dick. Carlisle tosses her head back, clawing at my chest as she sets a frantic pace. I roll my hips upward, thrusting into her deeply.
Watching her breasts sway is mesmerizing, but I need to feel them. As I knead and pinch her nipples, she flutters around my dick, and I hold my breath to stave off my explosion. Sliding a hand between our conjoined bodies, I rub circles over her slippery clit with my thumb.
Her whispered moans increase in volume and frequency, and I feel another orgasm building as her walls pulsate and tighten like a vise around my dick before she shatters atop me. It only takes two more thrusts before black dots dance across my vision as my own orgasm roars through me.
Sweaty and spent, she collapses on me. Neither of us move for a couple of minutes as our breathing and heart rates slowly return to normal. I push her hair off her face and kiss her temple.
Eventually, I hop up, shuffling into the bathroom to discard the condom and grab a washcloth. Gently, I clean her before returning once more to the bathroom to toss the washcloth into the laundry hamper.
As I crawl back into the bed, she snuggles into my side, laying her head against my chest. I feel content and satiated.
We lie together peacefully for a long time before Carlisle says anything. “How was it seeing Cole this week? Y’all haven’t seen each other much since everything blew up with Kelsey, have you?”
“I was thinking about Cole earlier. I feel sorry for him, and I’m so relieved that Duke is Cole's son, not mine.”
