Control. I need to take back control.
Ben’s hands start roaming up my naked thigh, underneath my skirt, with firm touches—exactly how I fucking like it—and my control slips even further out of my grasp.
No.
No!
I will not allow this man to take over. Wrenching myself away, I smack Ben’s hand off my thigh. His lips are kiss stung, his eyes hazy. When I tell him to give me his hands, he complies. I knot his wrists together, leaning in to whisper, “Remember the safe word?”
I watch as his Adam’s apple bobs up and down with his gulp. “Yes.”
“Good.” Taking a step back, I unzip my skirt, allowing it to pool at my feet. Ben’s eyes bounce down to the matching lace panties I just revealed to him. “You have a choice, Benjamin. I liked seeing you on your knees for me earlier, but I would be open to riding your face if that’s what you prefer.”
The heated gaze that was tracing my body snaps back up to meet my eyes. His reply is instant. “Ride my face. Please,” he adds.
“Needy, needy.” Itsk. “Lie back. Hands above your head.”
He awkwardly—desperately—scoots himself across the bed so his lean body can stretch out. He easily overtakes most of my king bed, and I admire his erection, visibly tenting his boxers. And there’s alotto admire.
Moving to the foot of the bed, I bare myself completely to Benoit Bardot. What a bizarre world I’m living in. Obviously the matrix has glitched. Good thing this means absolutely nothing. It’s just sex. A carnal need—an itch to be scratched.
Climbing onto all fours, I slowly make my way up Ben’s body to a chorus of “Fuck, fuck, holy hell, Colette.” He continues his incoherent mumbling, even attempting to take my nipple in his mouth when my breast is eye level with him. When I move just out of his reach, this grown-ass man gives me an honest-to-God pout.
“I’m in charge, Benjamin. Be a good boy and I might let you come.”
Ben swallows, his head hitting the pillow in defeat. “Last chance to back out, Ben,” I continue, making eye contact with him so he can see that I truly want him to make the choice.
“Hands on the headboard, Colette.”
I allow him this one opportunity to tell me what to do. Moving further up until my thighs bracket his face, I steady myself on the headboard, Ben moaning underneath me. He turns his head enough to nip at my inner thigh, sending a shiver up my spine and heat exploding low in my belly.
“Reach up and tap me if you can’t breathe,” I tell him as I lower myself.
“Don’t need to breathe,” he murmurs. “Sit.” When I don’t immediately do as he said, he adds, “Please.”
“Much bet—oh!” I temporarily lose all coherent thought as Ben gives me one long lick from my core to my clit. I cant my hips, rolling them in time with the stroke of Ben’s very capable tongue. “Fuck,” I whisper, because of course he’s good at this.
He expertly swirls and flicks, working me into a tizzy. Not like that would have been too difficult after how hot and bothered I’ve been lately. But Ben… I should have known this would be world-tiltingly good.
Not only do we both have experience, I’m assuming, but Ben and I have always had a connection. Albeit, not a positive one. Apparently that doesn’t matter to my traitorous body. A connection is a connection and something that it yearns for.
Ben’s hips buck involuntarily behind me. “Enjoying yourself?” I ask.
He can’t answer me, but his nod is enthusiastic and partnered with a guttural moan that vibrates through me. He hasn’t been at it too long, but already I can feel the telltale signs that my body is going to tip over the edge. Something I haven’t done with a partner in… quite a while.
“Yes, Ben,” I encourage. “Right there!”
He doubles down, continuing to flick in that exact spot until my legs clamp around his head like a vise. It’s an effort to keep myself up, my grip on the headboard the only thing stopping me from crumpling in satisfaction.
My hips continue to rock, riding out the waves of pleasure that crash and crashand crash. Somewhere the hazy realization that I’m literally and figuratively fucked passes through my brain.
When I’m able to somewhat compose myself, I turn around, leaving my cunt in Ben’s face and bending forward toward his boxer-clad dick.
My turn.
I allow my tongue to brush lazily across his dick, over the fabric. I wonder how long I can tease him like this before he’s begging for me to strip him bare and take his cock in my mouth…
Turns out it’s not long because after a few strokes, I can feel him whimper, his abs tightening underneath my tits.
