6

Cami

He slips in a third finger, filling and stretching me until I don’t think I can take any more. I welcome the feeling, knowing soon I’ll take more. I felt the size of him pressed firmly against me in the parking lot. My guess is, I’m going to feel him for days.

Ben nips at my clit, grazing his teeth against it. The sensation winds me tighter. I’m desperate to come. Flattening his warm tongue against me, he thrusts his fingers in and out, driving me to the point of no return.

“Please,” I beg, needing him to push me over the edge. He smirks up at me before granting me mercy and clamping down, sucking my bud into his mouth. I shoot off like a rocket as my orgasm hits me full force. He replaces his fingers with his tongue, assaulting my clit with a slippery finger. The sensation is unlike anything I’ve ever felt before.

“Ben!” I yell, convulsing around his tongue. Our eyes connect, and a new wave hits me. This time, I relax, my body tingles, and my breath hitches. It makes me question why I waited so long to be with someone.

Never again, I vow, my brain barely able to function. He begins to slow his assault on my clit, letting me gradually come down from the intense pleasure. My body feels reenergized, and as satisfying as that was, it wasn’t what I want most.

I curl forward and reach for him. He follows my lead and climbs up the length of my body, briefly settling over me. I kiss him hastily, tasting the remnants of my orgasm on his tongue.

“You’re glowing,” he whispers, looking down at me with awe.

“It’s been a while since I’ve felt like this.” I laugh, pushing at his shoulders and shoving him onto his back. I straddle him and pull my dress over my head, tossing it somewhere behind me. “You ruined my panties.”

“I’ll buy you new ones.” His voice is husky, filled with need.

I make my way down his chiseled chest, kissing and nipping as I go. It isn’t until I reach his belt buckle and slowly release him from the confines of his clothing, that I truly understand the sheer size of him.

Holy shit, he’s huge. At least eight inches, but it isn’t his length I find most shocking. I reach down to wrap my hand around him, but my fingers are nowhere near touching.

“Don’t worry. I’ll fit.” I look up to find him staring down at me. He chuckles because my wide-eyed stare gives away my thoughts. He lifts himself, allowing me to pull his jeans and boxer briefs down past his hips. I remove his shoes and finish pulling off the rest of his clothing.

Shaking of my initial shock, I move closer to him and run my tongue over the head of his cock. Wound tight like a rubber band, ready to snap at a moment’s notice, his body shudders from the sensation. I place a soft kiss over the same spot, watching his cock twitch from the sensation.

“You don’t have to do that, Cami.” His voice is strangled, like he’s having a hard time focusing. I love seeing him this way.

“I want to taste you.” My voice is a whisper. Opening my mouth, I swipe my tongue along the underside of his cock, sucking him as far down my throat as I can. When he hits the back of my throat, I adjust myself, taking on more. He groans, hands thread through my hair, and he grips it at the root, stopping me from going any further.

“Babe, I’m not going to last.” I snicker, wanting him to lose control, so I can swallow every drop of him I can get. “We have all night. As much as I want to come from that sweet mouth of yours, I need to feel you milk my cock with that tight pussy more.”

Smiling inwardly, I comply, rising up from my position to straddle him. I place him at my entrance, but before I can move, he grips my hips.

“Condom.” The word is like a bucket of ice, but his brown eyes never waver, keeping me in the moment.

Shit, what was I thinking almost taking him bareback? He lifts me up and settles me off to the side. He grabs his jeans and takes out a silver foil packet from one of the pockets. I lean back on the bed, watching as he rips it open with his teeth and slides the rubber down his large shaft. I swallow hard, and wetness surges between my legs.

He moves, hovering over me for a moment, catching my eyes. He lifts a hand and caresses my cheek with such tenderness, it leaves my heart aching in my chest. I see warmth in his eyes, behind the need, and I let myself embrace it. His hardness presses at my entrance again. I open for him, wrapping my legs around his middle.

“Ben.” My voice is gentle, dripping with need I’ve never felt before. He lowers his head and catches my lips before slowly surging forward with his hips. I’ve never experienced a slow burn, but this has to be what it feels like. He shifts, holding one hand at my hips, keeping me from moving, and the other hand supporting his weight. He slowly fills me, stretching me so tight, I feel desperate for more. “Please, more…”

He ignores my plea, holding my hip tighter, refusing to let me speed up the moment. His sac hits me, and I know I’ve taken all he can give. He starts to pull out, just as slowly as he started. I try moving, pushing forward, but he doesn’t let me.

“Been dreaming of this moment for too long, Cami. Want it to last as long as I can make it,” he tells me, reading the tension in my body. Slow and steady, he builds me up.

I moan loudly. The sensation of his cock pushing in and out of me is almost more than I can handle. He doesn’t relent, keeping pace and trapping me in a slow burn.

Ben

Even though I’m the hot link on the menu, I prefer a slow and steady burn. Spicy doesn’t always mean hard and fast.

The way her pussy grips my cock hard, it takes everything in me to keep it slow and steady because all I want to do is pound away at her sweetness. If she hadn’t told me it’s been a while for her, I would throw caution to the wind and have my way with her. But I can tell by the way her greedy pussy sucks me in, she’s telling the truth. The further I push into her, the tighter she gets, and the last thing I want to do is hurt her.

“Fuck, Cami, you feel like heaven,” I mumble, slipping a hand between us to find her clit. She purrs in the back of her throat, clearly approving my efforts. “Need you to come.”

“Need you to speed up, so I can.”

“You first,” I challenge, increasing the speed and pressure I hold over her sensitive bud. Her body tenses, trying to hold out, but the moment her eyes fly open, I know she can’t fight me anymore. She explodes around my cock, clamping down on me so hard, it takes all my restraint not to come.

My name on her lips never sounded so good, but while she’s flying high, I gradually pick up speed, adjusting my position to hit her G-spot, prolonging her pleasure. I release my hold on her hips, finally allowing her to move with me, and she does, urging me to push faster and harder.

“Ben,” she breathes, her nails scraping the length of my back. Stuck in the limbo of her orgasm, she can only feel what I give her. “Faster… harder…”

“Come again for me, baby.” I gasp as my body tenses, the ache from my balls reminding me I don’t have much longer until I lose control. Fighting off my own pleasure, I focus solely on the woman underneath me and give her what she asks for.

Harder and faster. The slow burn is gone, replaced with need unlike anything I’ve ever felt before.

The need to claim her.

The need to make her mine in every way possible.

Her body twitches underneath me, and she lets loose a scream of satisfaction, signaling her third and final orgasm. I continue to give her what she wants as pleasure tears through her body, drenching my cock with her sweet nectar.

My fucking goddess.

I know I’m close when the familiar tingle deep in my balls begins. She’s clamped so tightly around me, I’m surprised I can move.

But I do move.

Harder. Faster.

One stroke.

Two.

“Fuck…” My body jerks uncontrollably, and I finally find my release. Wave after wave crashes around me until I no longer know where she begins and I end. Connected as one, we only have each other to hold on to as our pleasure runs its course.

I begin to slow my jerky movements, and she wraps her arms around my neck, placing gentle kisses along my shoulder.

“Cami…” I lower my face to her dark hair, filling my lungs with her scent. There’s so much I want to say to her right now, but words elude me as exhaustion seeps in. I’ve never felt this sated this fast in my life. But I know it won’t last long. I’ll never be able to get enough of her.

“Ben,” she sighs as I pull out of her and collapse beside her. She rolls, places her head on my chest, and drags in a deep, satisfied breath.

Holding her, I get the sense that whatever it is I want to say will have wait because I feel her sated body relax and exhaustion consume her.

Once she is asleep, I slip out of bed and discard the proof of our love-making.

When I finally crawl back in beside her, I cover us both up, loving the fact that I’m falling asleep with her in my arms.

How did I get this lucky?