“Good girl,” he said, and fuck, if that didn’t set fire to what little sane part was left of me. “You deserve everything you want.”
And then one of his fingers circled my clit. Closer. Closer. Closer until finally it moved over that tightly wound bundle of nerves, and I nearly bucked off the bed. Just one touch, and I was already so consumed by it.
I didn’t know whether to flop backward, utterly boneless, or cling to Ben, so I was locked somewhere between the two urges. My instincts didn’t know which direction to go, only that witheach pass of that single digit, I was beginning to hurtle towards something truly wonderful.
And then,finally,his fingers slid into me.
Oh!
Ohfuck!
It was just one finger, and yet it already felt like too much, gliding against spots in me that spasmed at the touch. I was more of a vibrator girl than a dildo enthusiast, so I couldn’t even remember the last time I’d had the chance to feel full.
Would I be able to handle him if I was already feeling a slight stretch?
There was only one way to find out.
One finger became two, curling inside me to brush against something that made me see stars, and his thumb came forward, taking over the position on my clit.
It was a maelstrom of contradictions. He was so gentle, so sweet, but the filthy things he whispered to me rocked my mind almost violently. I was caught up in everything he was doing to me, and I felt that intense wave already barreling toward me.
But that was impossible! Even with my various toys, it still took me anywhere from fifteen to thirty minutes to climax, and I was intimately familiar with myself.
Ben’s other hand slid up my body to cup my breasts. He sank his teeth into my shoulder right as he added a third finger and curled themagain.
The world blinked out, then suddenly white-hot, blinding pleasure coursed through me. There was nothing and everything all at once, as if every single molecule of my body was experiencing its own personal ecstasy.
“Ben, Ben,Ben!” I gasped, my body curling around him as every muscle strained.
It was so intense. It should have hurt, but instead it was liberating. I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t speak, could only hold on until the deluge released me.
And when it did, I collapsed back on the bed, Ben’s fingers still inside me as he pressed a kissed to my sternum. He let me settle and come back to reality before he spoke. It was a rush of so much pleasure swirling higher and higher, dampening out all else. There was only Ben. Only me. And only what we shared together.
“I think we’re a bit overdressed for the occasion,” he murmured, and I wholeheartedly agreed.
I tugged at his shirt impatiently, wanting to see more of him. My fingers still felt thick and my arms heavy from the orgasm. Little aftershocks zipped through my body with every breath.
“Eager, aren’t you?”
“For you? Always.”
I was entirely swept up in the moment, but I didn’t miss the flicker of uncertainty on his face.
“Are you okay?” I asked, caressing his cheek. “Do you want to stop?”
“No,” he said adamantly. “I just need a moment to… to collect myself.”
“I understand.” And I did. What we were doing was amazing. Thrilling. But it was also a huge step into what he’d been denying himself for so long. “Here, why don’t you lie down and let me take the lead for a little bit?”
He raised an eyebrow but did as I asked. I sat up on my knees and let my eyes rove over his top half, admiring his naked chest. His muscles were evident, but covered with enough extra fat and water to tell me they were practical, not for show. I trailed my fingers down them, tracing each striation, each divot as I traveled lower.
Lower.
Even lower.
When I made it to his belt, we locked eyes. Fuck, if his expression didn’t make me want it all over again. It had been too long for me to have a “usual” when it came to these things, but I seemed to remember when I was younger that I would go two or three times before being completely sated, and usually my partner didn’t have enough stamina for that.
I doubted Ben lacked the stamina.
