CHAPTER EIGHT
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 I 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 off 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 slow 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.