“Kate,” he says my name like a prayer as warm cum shoots out of the tip of his cock, falling over my knuckles and spurting onto his happy trail.
I don’t stop fucking him with my fist or the strap-on. Not until his hand reaches out, grabbing my wrist and his spine is lurching off the bed because it’s too much.
He looks at me with those pretty blue-green eyes like I’m a goddess.
“Good?” I ask, slowly sliding out of him.
He gasps when the toy leaves his body.
“Good?” he questions, laughing and shaking his head. “Kate, I think I saw God. Now please take that thing off and ride my face,” he says.
It’s the most demanding I think he’s ever been, and it has me wanting to laugh as well.
He straightens his legs, and I climb onto his stomach.
“Take it off for me.”
Ben’s hands are a little shaky as he grabs the leather straps, unlatching them from the loops. I rise on my knees as he gently pulls off the harness and toy from inside of me.
His hands go to my hips as I shimmy up the bed, pressing my pussy against his face. It’s reminiscent of our first night together. I close my eyes and replay everything I just did to him, and how edged I felt the whole time.
Ben licks me fervently, his gaze locked on mine, and his fingers digging into my thighs.
“Right there,” I tell him, shifting my pelvis, so his mouth is just in the right spot. I’m so close, so soon, and I’m not sure if I want to ride the wave or pull back so I can make this last longer.
But when he moans against my pussy, there’s no pulling back as I ride his face.
“Fuck, you make me feel so good,” I tell him, his eyes shutter and his hands glide to my ass, as his fingers roam the indents of where the harness was pressed against my flesh.
His tongue is too much, and I’m too worked up, I didn’t stand a chance in making this last. When his lips wrap around my clit, I fall apart, coming faster than I have in my whole life.
I don’t move for a few moments, my chest heaving as I catch my breath and pet Ben’s hair before I slide down his body and he cradles me against his chest. I stroke his chest, arms, and throat as we lie there.
“How are you feeling?” I ask him.
He squeezes me a little closer. “Exhausted in the best kind of way.”
“Was there anything that was uncomfortable for you? Anything you really liked or didn’t like?”
He turns to his side, so that we’re staring at each other. My hand is flat on his chest as he rubs down my arm.
“I think I like just about anything as long as it’s with you,” he says, and it has me licking my lips and swallowing down all these feelings.
Instead of responding, I pull his head to my chest, petting his hair as we lie there in tender silence.
A shower,two water bottles, a bag of Doritos later, and Ben and I are lying on my bed naked, a random show on in the background.
I don’t ask him to leave, and he doesn’t make some excuse to skedaddle the fuck out of here either, so we just lie there. His head is on my lap as I flip through my emails, approving the artists my students send in for their papers.
I can feel Ben staring at me as I glance down.
“Yes?”
“One, you look really hot in professor mode. Two, have you thought about The Bahamas? We both really want you to come.”
Had I thought about Gavin’s offer? Only a thousand times. I thought about why it was a poor decision, how I’m already in too deep and if I met their mother, it would only make it ten times worse. Then I thought about how much I missed them and how nice it would be to get away, how it would feel like the summer never has to end.
“I don’t know.”
