“I want you,” she keens beneath me.
I grind into her, and she gasps.
“Fuck, Ben—Bennett, I need you to be inside me. Please.”
The pleading goes straight to my already hard cock. I sit back on my knees a little, her wrists still pinned in one hand. My other hand runs down her middle, and when my fingers rub against her folds, pushing the fabric against her clit to tease her, I find that she has soaked right through her panties.
“You’re dripping for me,” I tell her. Lightning flashes across the sky, giving me a perfect view of the color in her cheeks. “There it is,” I whisper. “My favorite color.”
“What?” she asks on a desperate breath.
I free her wrists for a moment to caress her cheek with the back of my hand. “The color of your blush, love.”
She burrows her cheek into the cushion.
I click my tongue and grip her jaw, bringing her back to me as my fingers press into her again. “No hiding.”
Her kiss is violent and punishing in retaliation for how I am winding her up. “I’ve only done this twice before.”
“I know,” I tell her, cradling her face with both hands now. “And I promise to make this so good for you that you forget their names.”
She hums against my lips and scrapes her nails down my shoulders before wrapping her legs around my waist and pulling me flush against her. My arms drop down to brace myself, and I buck against her in several quick thrusts until we’re both moaning and rambling.
I can’t wait any longer. I promise to whatever god is listening to make this girl come over and over again for as long as she will let me, but right now I need to feel her tight, wet heat on my cock like my life depends on it.
She cries out the moment my body is no longer on top of hers. I kick off my boxer briefs and sit back down, my cock bobbing against the planes of my abdomen.
Clover scrambles to her feet and I take hold of her hips, spinning her around, a groan on my lips when I see the cheeky back of her panties. I want to sink my teeth into her plump ass. But I have one thing in mind as I yank the sinful little garment down and pull her onto my lap. She reaches back and unhooks her bra as her legs straddle my thighs and her luscious, dimpled rump strangles my dick.
“I’m on the pill,” she tells me.
My teeth are clenched as she rolls her hips against me. “I’m clean. I got tested at the beginning of the semester and I haven’t been with anyone else.”
“Good,” she says. “Good. I’m okay if we don’t use a condom. But only if you are.”
“You’re sure?” I ask, my arm reaching around so my fingers can dip into her slick core.
“Ab—solutely,” she tells me, practically choking on the word. “I’ve—I’ve never done this position.”
“I swear on my life I will fuck you in as many places and positions as you want. There are so many things I want to see you experience, but I need…godfuckingdamnit, I need to see your face. I need to see what you look like when you come on my dick.” The way her brows furrow. The way she licks her lips. I need to see it all.
“Okay, okay.” She turns, our skin barely breaking contact, and she is right there, hovering over me. Her bare pussy brushes my dick for the first time, and both of us are panting, breath hitching.
With a curious, hungry look in her eyes, her fingers wrap around the base of my length. She sits up higher on her knees with one hand splayed on my chest.
Helpless to the temptation, I catch her nipple in my mouth.
The head of my penis nudges her clit, and she practically purrs as she repeats the action twice, three times, using me for her pleasure.
She’s lost for a moment before her gaze connects with mine, and she’s naked to me in every way. I see it all. The nerves, the lust, the excitement, and the slightest hint of worry.
I move her hand to my other shoulder and stroke myself a few times before pushing against her center.
With an encouraging nod from me, she begins to sink down.
My jaw drops, lips forming an O, and we only break eye contact when she looks down to watch me slowly disappear inside her. There’s something so raw and heady about watching her fascination as a sharp, high-pitched moan cracks in her chest.
“That’s it,” I rasp. “You’re doing so well.”
