“Sensitive,” Charlie said, echoing his words from last night. Her smile was pure satisfaction.
She leaned down and licked the tip of his cock. Ben's hands fisted in the sheets.
“Charlie—”
“Relax, Ben. Let me take care of you now. It’s my turn.” She took him into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the head.
The wet heat was almost too much. Ben groaned, one hand moving to tangle in her hair. “Fuck.”
Charlie made a satisfied sound that vibrated his cock. She took him deeper, her hand stroking the base. She found a rhythm that made his toes curl as pleasure built at the base of his spine.
“Not gonna last,” Ben managed. “You're too good at this.”
Charlie pulled off with a wet pop. “Good.” She stroked him faster. “I want to watch you come.”
The combination of her hand and those words sent him over the edge. Ben came with a groan, spilling across his stomach as Charlie worked him through it.
When he finally caught his breath, Charlie was grinning at him.
“Satisfied?” she asked.
Ben pulled her up for a kiss. “Very. But now I need to return the favor.”
“You don't have to?—”
“I want to.” Ben rolled them over until Charlie was on her back beneath him. He kissed down her neck, her chest, stopping to lavish attention on her breasts.
Charlie arched into his mouth, her hands in his hair.
Ben continued his path downward, kissing across her belly, her hip bones, the inside of her thighs. When he spread her legs, she was already wet.
“And is allthisforme?” Ben teased.
“Getting you off got me hot.” Charlie's cheeks flushed pink. “That okay?”
“That's perfect.” Ben settled between her thighs. “Now spread your legs wider, Princess. I'm hungry.”
He started slowly this time, long licks through her folds, circling her clit without directly touching it. Teasing. Learning every sound she made, every twitch and gasp that told him what she liked.
When he finally sucked her clit into his mouth, Charlie cried out.
“Yes. Right there. Don't stop,” she gasped.
Ben had no intention of stopping. He worked her methodically, building her pleasure stroke by stroke, lick by lick.
“Ben, I'm close?—”
He increased the pressure and Charlie came with a sharp cry, her thighs clamping around his head. Ben gentled his touch but didn't stop until she pushed at his shoulders, oversensitive.
He crawled back up her body and kissed her deeply. Charlie wrapped her arms and legs around him.
“Again,” she whispered against his mouth. “I want you inside me again.”
Ben's spent cock twitched with interest. “Give me a minute.”
“We have time.” Charlie ran her hands down his back to his ass, pulling him closer. “We have all morning.” She looked at him shyly through her lashes. “I have all week, actually. If you’re interested in spending it with me.”
Ifhe was interested? God, she was killing him.
