I know I'm blushing. I can't remember the last time someone had complimented me during sex. Even though we haven't really done anything, this is already a good memory for me. Remembering the sleepy Bennett from this morning and lookingat the version of him taking control in this room now is like looking at two entirely different people.
I watch him as he steps closer, each movement deliberate and making me harder with the anticipation. I'm sure if I took my eyes off Bennett for a second, I would see precum beading on my slit already. Bennett doesn't seem to be taking interest in any part of me but my face as well. He leans over my chest, holding himself up with his hands.
"Do you have any limits or yellow lights I need to know about?" Bennett whispers. His eyes search my face.
I shake my head. "I haven't been too adventurous when it comes to sex, but if I feel uncomfortable, I'll tell you."
"Do you have a safe word?" He climbs onto the bed, now on all four, hovering over my body. I want him so desperately to lower his body. I want to feel our skin together. Our cocks rocking against each other.
"Sunflower."
Bennett's smile widens and he shakes his head. "I don't know why that surprises me. It fits you so well."
"Do you have one?"
"I did, but I like sunflower too much now. Mind if I steal it?"
"It'll cost you," I say with a smirk. Bennett returns that same expression before pressing our lips together.
He finally drops his body against mine and all of my senses go into overdrive. I let Bennett take the lead in all of it. His lips trail over my jaw and down my neck, sucking on one spot long enough I'm sure I'll have a bruise there tomorrow. He moves lower, kissing across my collarbone and down the middle of my chest. He uses one hand to play with my nipple, squeezing it and tugging lightly. I let out a quick gasp of pleasure at that new sensation.
I want to say something, but I'm too tangled up in the feeling of Bennett's lips on my skin and the way his body is movingfurther down, closer to the one place I really want him. Instead, he moves back up to kiss me again. I can feel his smile through the kiss.
"Do you want hands or mouth, baby?"
Hearing him call me baby melts me all over again. I'm not used to pet names, but the way it rolls off his tongue is so effortless.
"I don't care," I answer honestly. "I'm not going to last much long, either way."
Being in my forties now, my stamina is less than stellar and I know it'll only be one round for me. It doesn't mean I can't make him come after I do, but I like the idea of us getting off at the same time.
He lays down beside me and we face each other. I can feel his hand moving down to wrap around my cock. "As much as I would love to pull a cliche sixty-nine, I want to see your face the first time I make you come."
"You really have a way with words," I say. He smiles warmly at me, eyes crinkling at the edges. I love this look of his.
He guides my hand to his own cock. We start out slow, exploring each other. He's heavy in my hand, something that makes me think up very dirty thoughts. The weight of it on my tongue, the stretch I know will be there when he fucks me. Will he be slow or pound into me? Or a mixture of speeds, dragging out my orgasm as long as he can?
"What are you thinking about, baby?" His hand slides up my cock, his thumb circling the head. It sends a shiver down my legs.
"Us," I answer. I fight against closing my eyes, not wanting to miss a moment of what we're doing. "You fucking me. Me sucking you off. All of it."
"We have time for all of that," Bennett says. Our eyes lock and we just stare at each other for a quiet moment. "This is just the start, Nelson."
He lets go of my cock and rolls me onto my back, connecting our lips in a heated kiss. His hand bats mine away and he takes over, holding both our cocks in his hand while he thrusts his hips expertly.
"Fuck, Bennett. That feels amazing." I can't help but say it. I try to move, to join his movements, but he shakes his head.
"Let me do the work, okay? You just lay here and look pretty."
I've never been called pretty before and I don't hate it coming from him. I can't help but close my eyes as I feel the building of my orgasm. I arch my back, my hands balled into fists on Bennett's shoulders. I know I'm mumbling words, what I think are encouragement for Bennett to keep going, that I'm almost there. I don't know if what I'm saying is actually making sense but it's the best I can do.
"Come on, baby. Let it take over and come for me." He picks up his pace and my body reacts almost immediately.
I feel like my cock is gushing as I spill over his hand. I can feel it land across my lower stomach as pleasure courses up my spine and down my legs simultaneously. I bite down on my bottom lip to keep from making too much noise.
"So good, Nelson." Bennett's voice is soft against my ear. Our bodies are pressed together, sweaty but I don't care about that. His lips press against the lobe of my ear. It's soft and sends sparks directly to my brain. My ears are sensitive on a good day, but especially in this moment.
"Did you finish?" I ask when I've composed myself enough.
