"Again," he rasps, eyes wild.
"Ben, I can't..." I cry out, my body going into overload.
He smiles at my flushed face—delighted, wicked. "I said again."
He grips my ass and pushes me against the full drive of his cock, the rough friction making my legs shake. When he taps the spot high in my belly, my body sparks, and I clench around him.
"Like that..." he moans.
His tongue laps at my breasts and nipples as he pumps me senseless, every thrust deeper and sharper. His wet tongue on me is pure heaven. Then he catches my nipple in his teeth, thrusts his hips forward, and throbs so hard it makes my eyes roll back.
My next climax nearly blinds me as I bite hard on his shoulder to muffle the scream that slips out anyway. The sound bounces off the walls, louder than it should. He follows with a guttural moan that vibrates through my bones.
Afterwards, my body feels spent, loose in his arms.
Ben takes a quick breather, then sits back between my thighs. His fingers slip inside me, swirling, gathering everything he left there before dragging his glistening hand up my belly, over my breasts, nipples, all the way to my mouth.
I catch his finger, run my tongue around it, and suck him in, savoring the decadent taste of us together. We taste perfect.
"Give me more..." I moan.
Something dark flickers in his eyes. "I will."
He grabs my hips and turns me onto my stomach, a controlled manhandling that sparks a hard pulse inside me as he lifts my hips. When I realize he's positioning himself behind me, my eyes shoot wide and I whip my head to him.
"No. No way, Ben. We'renotdoing that position."
"We are," he says, smiling darkly, already holding himself against me. "The one that makes you whine because it hurts so good."
For the record, Ben did make my body remember it's made for him, but this one position always makes me fear someone will call the cops.
"You want your parents to lose it? You're insane," I moan.
"No, Emma," he says, voice thick. "I'm painfully addicted. To you."
"Yeah, and it's unhealthy," I protest but it sounds weak. Because that makes two of us—two maniacs for each other. "Ben... no..."
I try to trick him by pushing myself up on all four, but he tuts amusedly and runs his hand along my spine, then guides my head back down.
"You know what I want. Ass up, baby."
He presses just the head inside, teasing, pulling those helpless noises from me that he loves so much.
His hand fists in my hair, pressing me face-down into the pillow as he buries himself to the hilt. The stretch makes me choke on a gasp, sucking air like a fool. My hand slaps the mattress.
Ben gives me a moment to adjust to his size, like always, grunting blissfully.
It's not going to help... I feel him in my throat... I definitely won't be able to last without waking the whole damn street.
But, crazy as it is... I want more of him...
Ben sucks air through his teeth. "Damn, if you could see yourself. You're a perfection from this angle. This will probably be quick." He leans over to my ear, tapping a new spot inside me that has me tremble around him, and his voice drops. "But don't worry, baby. I'll make it count."
He straightens behind me, pulls on my hair firmly, tipping my head back, giving me just enough air. His other hand drags my wrists behind me, holding me there. He takes me from behind—slow at first, opening me for him, then harder and faster. So hard that the wave builds in me and my knees give out, sliding wide on the silky sheets. My body is shaking, pinned under his steel and wood as he keeps pounding me, the slap of wet skin on skin and my helpless moans turning the room into something obscene. When he lets go of my wrists, I slip my hand between my thighs, working myself, chasing the edge while I hear his ragged breath behind me.
The fishnets rasp as Ben annihilates them under his hands, ripping them to shreds, before they take a flight to the window. I watch them land on the floor just as my breath is about to give out from all that built-up pressure.
The bed turns frantic again, groaning with each hungry stroke. Ben grunts in his chest, the sound of him getting close laced with irritation, and he leans over to hold the frame with his hand.
