His hands slide up and down the sides of my body, his gaze flicking between my breasts, face, and where we’re connected.
I keep one hand pressed against the bed as I use the other to push my breasts out of my bra. I’m glad I went with the dreaded underwire tonight, because I can’t deny that they look amazing pressed up and exposed like this.
“Fucking hell,” Ben whispers, glancing at my tits as I take my free hand, cradling the back of his head and bringing him to my chest.
He doesn’t hesitate for a second, his hands squeezing them while his tongue tastes my nipples before his lips wrap around the hardened bud, sucking harder than I’m used to, but I love it.
It has me writhing on top of him. My clit rubs against his pubic hair with every pass of my hips, and I know I’m going to come soon.
“You feel so good,” I tell him. “Fuck. I’m not going to last.”
He makes undignified voices against my breasts as his legs bend. He doesn’t thrust from below, but the adjusted angle is hitting all the right spots.
I slow down, circling my hips slowly around his shaft, drawing it out. The expanse of his chest is heaving with each breath and he doesn’t avoid eye contact.
The only time Ben isn’t looking at me are the moments he’s staring at where we’re connected.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he says.
“So are you,” I agree, sliding my hand over the stubble on his face. “Are you going to come pretty for me too?” He groans, hisfingers digging into my hips as I pick up speed. “I think I want to watch you fall apart for me.”
“God. I’m going to come. Please let me come inside you,” he begs.
It’s ridiculously hot having him ask for permission and seek my approval. It has me leaning forward, my clit hitting just the right spot until I know I’m close.
“Oh, fuck. Come for me. I want to feel it,” I say in rushed breaths as a tingling sensation rips through me and my cunt grips him, milking his cock. He feels like he’s harder inside of me, and my clit feels so oversensitive that any shifting over our bodies has me shivering.
He groans out, his thighs shaking beneath me as my forearms give out and I plant my front against his, riding out the aftershocks of my second release.
With my ear nestled close to his heart, I smirk, knowing I’m the reason it’s beating so fast.
“Jesus Christ, Kate,” he says, his large arms wrapped around my back, making me feel small.
Silence hangs in the air for a moment, but it doesn’t feel uncomfortable. With some of my other hookups it was like post-nut clarity hit immediately and we both put our clothes on as quickly as possible and called it a night.
But this feels nice, it feels needed after the trust he gave me, and it’s honestly quite comforting being held for a change.
I kiss his collarbone before moving upward, his dick falling out of me. His abdomen clenches and he winces, and I bite my lip.
“Was that all okay?” I ask, and he has a dopey grin on his face. He’s too fucking charming for his own good.
“Was that okay? More than okay, Kate. That was…thank you.”
I swallow thickly at his gratitude and nod. “Is there anything I can do for you? A drink, something to eat, do you want me to move?”
“I like you just where you are,” he says, accentuating with a soft squeeze of my ass. “What about you? Do you need anything, was it okay for you?”
“I enjoyed it more than I expected to. I don’t think I could ask for someone better to try this with,” I say honestly.
“I’ve gotta know, what number are you going to be putting on your list?” he asks and I laugh, resting on the large expanse of his chest.
“Ben, are you asking me what grade you got?”
“You’re going to give me professor fantasies. I’ve gotta know how well I did, Dr. Morley.”
I grab his chin, placing a soft kiss against his lips. “You were a very good boy, Mr. Carlson,” I say, before climbing off the bed, not glancing back, and heading for the shower.
He follows me into the bathroom like a massive overexcited puppy and I can’t help but look over my shoulder at him. His large cock is semi-flacid as I look him up and down.
