my belly. No, it was the other things he'd seen in me that made me feel naked.
He touched me with only his fingertips, feathering them down over my nipples until I hissed with pleasure. Then he stroked my legs, and back up between to the nexus that throbbed for his touch.
"Spread your legs for me," he said.
If he'd been on top of me, it wouldn't have been hard to do. But I knew what he wanted to see, and it ached to separate my knees and show him my freshly fucked cunt. "Mmm. Becca. You're so pink, and wet, and engorged…do you want me to take a picture of what your pussy looks like after it's been bought, paid for, and used?"
I let out a helpless cry that wasn't an answer. Would I frame a picture like that or delete it? I couldn't have answered him. My entire body felt like it was on fire—from shame or arousal or both, it didn't matter. More than a little terror too. I couldn't even guess what he might think of me right now.
I only knew that he'd done this to me— for me—and I wanted him more than I'd wanted anything. Every bit of attraction I'd felt for the guy who had already come and gone was now wrapped up in Ben. More than wrapped up in him. It was all about him.
"Did it hurt?" he asked, using his thumb to smear some of the stickiness over my clit, which elicited a moan and a jerk of my hips against his hand. "Did it?"
I shook my head, squeezing my eyes shut because I didn't want to talk. I didn't want to answer questions. I just wanted to come and come and come. But he kept me hovering there on the edge. "Did you want it to hurt?"
I gasped. "A little…"
His touch became rougher. "I think I'm figuring out this kink…"
"No more talking," I whispered, gripping the sheets, undulating under his hands. Then reached for his belt buckle, unclasping it, and yanking it free with a snap. Emboldened, I went next for his zipper. "Because I need to come. I need to. I know you wanted to wait until after we did this, but it's after! I want you. Enough to beg, even. Please?"
"Should I count the years I've been waiting to hear that?"
"No counting, either!"
A slow and sexy smile brightened his expression. Then he reached for my cheek and brought his lips near. "Keep my mouth occupied then…"
He kissed me. An amazing kiss for the way it melded white hot lust with some more tender emotion. I helped him pull off his sweater and tee, dying a little at his muscular arms, and the tattoo on his bicep that I hadn't noticed before. I stroked it, loving the way goosebumps rose on his skin at my touch.
He stripped off the rest of his clothes, then leaned back so I had ample room to see his gorgeous member spring free. Jutting up, it was thick, long, beautiful. Uncut. Different than the one I'd already serviced tonight, but just as riveting.
I couldn't resist stroking the foreskin up and down the shaft and watching the little bubbles of lubricant reward my efforts. God , the things I wanted to do to him!
For a moment, I couldn't decide which I wanted more—to take it in my mouth, or to have him inside me. But in the end, my greedy body won out. I rolled a condom down onto him and leaned back in eager invitation.
Ben crawled over me, stooping to nip at the inside of my arm, all the way from my elbow to my shoulder. Each graze of his teeth was like an electric jolt through my body and I moved shamelessly, rubbing against him, using the lace of the thigh highs to tease and tickle. But just as he had himself positioned between my wide-spread legs, he stopped and said, "I don't think you were totally honest with me before."
I put a finger to his lips. "Please…shhhhh…just…just fuck me."
With a sparkle in his eye, he grabbed my wrist and pinned it to the headboard. "Not until you admit it."
"You're torturing me. I'll admit anything!"
He chuckled. "Admit the real reason you needed me to make this fantasy come true for you." The head of his cock nestled between my nether lips, the sensation of making me quiver. "Becca,
He touched me with only his fingertips, feathering them down over my nipples until I hissed with pleasure. Then he stroked my legs, and back up between to the nexus that throbbed for his touch.
"Spread your legs for me," he said.
If he'd been on top of me, it wouldn't have been hard to do. But I knew what he wanted to see, and it ached to separate my knees and show him my freshly fucked cunt. "Mmm. Becca. You're so pink, and wet, and engorged…do you want me to take a picture of what your pussy looks like after it's been bought, paid for, and used?"
I let out a helpless cry that wasn't an answer. Would I frame a picture like that or delete it? I couldn't have answered him. My entire body felt like it was on fire—from shame or arousal or both, it didn't matter. More than a little terror too. I couldn't even guess what he might think of me right now.
I only knew that he'd done this to me— for me—and I wanted him more than I'd wanted anything. Every bit of attraction I'd felt for the guy who had already come and gone was now wrapped up in Ben. More than wrapped up in him. It was all about him.
"Did it hurt?" he asked, using his thumb to smear some of the stickiness over my clit, which elicited a moan and a jerk of my hips against his hand. "Did it?"
I shook my head, squeezing my eyes shut because I didn't want to talk. I didn't want to answer questions. I just wanted to come and come and come. But he kept me hovering there on the edge. "Did you want it to hurt?"
I gasped. "A little…"
His touch became rougher. "I think I'm figuring out this kink…"
"No more talking," I whispered, gripping the sheets, undulating under his hands. Then reached for his belt buckle, unclasping it, and yanking it free with a snap. Emboldened, I went next for his zipper. "Because I need to come. I need to. I know you wanted to wait until after we did this, but it's after! I want you. Enough to beg, even. Please?"
"Should I count the years I've been waiting to hear that?"
"No counting, either!"
A slow and sexy smile brightened his expression. Then he reached for my cheek and brought his lips near. "Keep my mouth occupied then…"
He kissed me. An amazing kiss for the way it melded white hot lust with some more tender emotion. I helped him pull off his sweater and tee, dying a little at his muscular arms, and the tattoo on his bicep that I hadn't noticed before. I stroked it, loving the way goosebumps rose on his skin at my touch.
He stripped off the rest of his clothes, then leaned back so I had ample room to see his gorgeous member spring free. Jutting up, it was thick, long, beautiful. Uncut. Different than the one I'd already serviced tonight, but just as riveting.
I couldn't resist stroking the foreskin up and down the shaft and watching the little bubbles of lubricant reward my efforts. God , the things I wanted to do to him!
For a moment, I couldn't decide which I wanted more—to take it in my mouth, or to have him inside me. But in the end, my greedy body won out. I rolled a condom down onto him and leaned back in eager invitation.
Ben crawled over me, stooping to nip at the inside of my arm, all the way from my elbow to my shoulder. Each graze of his teeth was like an electric jolt through my body and I moved shamelessly, rubbing against him, using the lace of the thigh highs to tease and tickle. But just as he had himself positioned between my wide-spread legs, he stopped and said, "I don't think you were totally honest with me before."
I put a finger to his lips. "Please…shhhhh…just…just fuck me."
With a sparkle in his eye, he grabbed my wrist and pinned it to the headboard. "Not until you admit it."
"You're torturing me. I'll admit anything!"
He chuckled. "Admit the real reason you needed me to make this fantasy come true for you." The head of his cock nestled between my nether lips, the sensation of making me quiver. "Becca,
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