“No. Not at all. My turn to touch you.” Charlie wrapped her hand around the shaft of his cock—he was hot and heavy in herpalm. “You’re perfect.” She stroked him once, twice, and Ben groaned deep in his chest.
“Charlie, if you keep doing that, this is going to be over embarrassingly fast.”
“Can't have that.” But she stroked him one more time just to watch his eyes flutter closed.
Ben caught her wrist and stilled her hand. He reached between them and circled her entrance with one finger, teasing. “Already so wet again. You want this, Princess?”
“Yes. God, yes.”
He pushed inside her—one finger, then two—and when he found that perfect spot again she couldn't hold back her moan.
“That's it. Don't hide from me. Show me what you like.” Ben's thumb found her clit while his fingers worked inside her. “I want to watch you come apart for me again.”
The pleasure built faster this time, sharper, and Ben wasn’t slowing down. Charlie grabbed his shoulders, needing something to hold onto as he drove her higher and higher.
“Ben, I'm?—”
“I know. I've got you.” He increased the pressure and speed until Charlie climaxed for the second time, crying out his name as she clenched around his fingers.
When she came back to herself, Ben was kissing her softly, murmuring praise against her lips. “So beautiful. So perfect. My perfect princess.”
Charlie pulled him down for a deeper kiss, wrapping her legs around his waist. She could feel his cock pressing against her, hot and hard.
“I need you inside me,” she whispered. “Please, Ben.”
“Are you sure? We can wait?—”
“I'm sure.” She looked into his eyes. “I want this. I wantyou.”
Ben positioned himself at her entrance, the head of his cock pressing against her. “Tell me if it's too much or if I’m being too rough.”
She nodded. No man had ever asked her before. No man had treated her with such attentiveness, afraid he’d hurt her.
“Tell me if you need me to stop.”
“I won't.” Charlie tilted her hips, trying to take him in. “Please.”
He pushed inside her slowly, giving her time to adjust. The stretch was intense—he was bigger than anyone she'd been with before. But it feltright.Like her body had been waiting for this, for him.
“Okay?” Ben's voice was strained, his muscles trembling with the effort of holding still.
“More than okay.” Charlie lifted her hips, taking him deeper. “Don't you hold back.”
Ben groaned and thrust the rest of the way in, seating himself fully inside her. They both gasped at the sensation.
“So tight,” Ben breathed. “So damn good. Fuck, Charlie.”
He started to move—slow, deep strokes that rebuilt her heat with every thrust. Every withdrawal left her aching for him to return.
Charlie wrapped her arms around his neck, her legs around his waist, holding him as close as possible. She'd never felt this connected to anyone, never felt thissafewhile being so completely vulnerable.
“Harder,” she whispered. “I won't break.”
Ben's control snapped. He thrust harder, faster, one hand gripping her hip while the other braced beside her head. The sound of skin on skin filled the room, mixed with their harsh breathing and Charlie's increasingly desperate moans.
“Touch yourself,” Ben commanded. “Want to feel you come around my cock.”
Charlie slid her hand between their bodies and found her clit. The added stimulation was almost too much—she was so sensitive, so overwhelmed.
