Benson’s grin was pure satisfaction. "Then start here," he commanded with growling precision. "Right here on this loveseat."
Eden didn't need to be told twice. She scrambled off his lap, standing before him for a second. With a deft, practiced movement, she hooked her thumb into the leg of her baggy shorts, pulling the thick cotton and the underwear beneath it to one side. The gesture was utterly wanton, exposing her pussy to his searing gaze.
She swung a leg over his lap, her knees sinking into the cushions on either side of his thighs. Her hands found purchase on his broad shoulders, bracing herself. They were face-to-face, close enough to feel each other's ragged breaths. She reached between them, grasping the base of his cock and guiding him to her entrance.
The initial press was exquisite. She sank slowly, her body yielding to his thickness, inch by delicious inch. A collective, shuddering sigh escaped them both as he filled her from wall to wall. Her head fell forward, forehead resting against his for a moment as she adjusted to the sensation.
“Fuck me, angel,” he whispered in her ear. For a second, he reminded her of Liam from last weekend. “Ride my cock.”
She moved slowly at first, rolling her hips in a deep, grinding rhythm that was more instinct than experience. Her hands tightened on his shoulders to use him for leverage. She looked up, her eyes locked with his. There was no shyness now, only a raw, unadulterated need reflected at him. This was what she wanted. Him. Here. In her home.
Her motions became frantic. Eden lifted until just the tip of him remained inside, then she slammed her hips down, taking every thick inch in one plunge. The loveseat groaned under them, but it wasn’t as loud, as seductive as the sound in Benson’s throat as she purposely tortured him with her mighty need for his cock.
Benson’s hands slid up her torso, bunching the soft fabric of her pajama top. He tugged it up, exposing her breasts to him. Heleaned in, capturing one hardened nipple in his mouth, taking half her breast into his mouth before snapping off it again. His hands clamped on her ass, riding it up and down as she lost control.
"Yes!" she cried out, the word sharp and loud in the small room. No neighbors, no worries. Just this. Just him. Her fingers dug into his shoulders as the pleasure spiked, white-hot and intense. He switched to the other breast, giving it the same demanding attention. She wassoclose. So close to falling apart.
His hands gripped her ass, guiding her faster. "That's it, ride me. Fucking take it."
"Where next?" she gasped, her nails slashing his shoulders. "Wanna bend me over the table by my door?”
"Maybe," he grunted, bucking up to meet her downward slam.
"Kitchen counter," she panted, the image making her clench around him. "Fuck me from behind while I'm holding onto the sink."
"I'll have you seeing stars, angel," Benson promised. "Make you lick the counter clean when I'm done with you."
The words were gasoline on a fire. "My shower," Eden moaned, her movements erratic. "That bench... water everywhere... you holding me up while pounding into me."
"Slippery when wet," he chuckled. "I'll pin you against the tile and fuck you until the hot water runs out."
Every new scenario only made her more excited. But the real prize, the ultimate destination, was just down the hall. She slowed her pace, leaning in to whisper against his lips. "You know what I really want?"
Benson’s grip tightened. "What's that?"
"I want you in my bed," she breathed. "I want you to throw me down and spread my legs. I want you to rail me so hard I can't walk tomorrow. I wanna feel you for days."
A wicked grin spread across his face. "You want me to break your bed, is that it?"
"I want you to breakme," she corrected, grinding down hard. "I want to be a fucking mess in my own sheets, completely wrecked by you."
Benson’s control snapped. He wrapped one arm tight around her waist, the other gripping the back of her neck. In one fluid, powerful motion, he stood up, lifting her with him. His cock was still buried deep inside her as he started walking toward the bedroom. "Hold on," he growled. "You're about to get exactly what you asked for."
Eden whimpered, a sound of pure bliss even to her own ears. Her world narrowed to the strength of his arms, the thickness of him still impaling her as he moved. She rained kisses on his neck, his jaw, any part of him she could reach. This washeaven.
He kicked open her bedroom door and lowered them onto her double bed, the mattress absorbing them despite protest. He stayed inside her, propped on his arms, a smirk on his face. "Told you I'd get you in your bed." He properly fucked her again. Slow, deep thrusts that made her reach for him with her breasts. "Told you," he repeated, punctuating each word with a roll of his hips. “I get to be your first in this bed.”
She gasped, her hands flying to his arms. "Wait," she whimpered.
He didn't stop. "Wait for what, angel? You wanted this."
"No, I know," she panted, the pleasure making it hard to form words. "It's just... you're not the first in my bed.”
He stilled for a fraction of a second, then resumed that devastating rhythm, even slower this time. "Who was, then?"
"Liam," she confessed, the name almost inaudible as she pathetically recalled the other man to fuck her here. "He... he beat you by a few weeks.”
A low growl rumbled in Benson's chest. He drove into her, hard. "Liam," he repeated, the name as hot on his lips as it had been in Eden’s head. "Liam fucked you in this bed?"
