‘That’s it,’ I whisper darkly, pushing two fingers deep inside her. ‘Spread those legs, sweetheart. Show me what’s mine.’ Gripping her thigh, I add a third finger, relishing the way her body looks stretching around my hand as she takes me so beautifully. As I take her clit between my lips, she tips her head back and cries out. ‘You’re so lovely,’ I growl, ‘I think I’m going to make your pussy my home.’
‘Ben, please. Stop toying with me.’
‘Toys, you say? Careful, half-pint. They’re still within reach.’
‘Just... please!’ she cries, her hands gripping my hair tight as she uses my face to get herself off, her essence coating my lips and chin as she begins to reach her peak.
The cock throbs against the mattress as I suck on her clit, swirling it with my tongue again and again until she begins to mewl, her hands now pushing at my head as the sensation reaches that first point of too much to bear. Not that it matters as I pay her no heed, keeping her balanced between there—a place that’s too much for her yet not enough for me. At the crossroads between pleasure and pain is where Nell finds her heaven a second time. Then, as my hands banding her thighs, my fingers and face in her cunt, she finds her delicious hell as I press her into the bed, eating her out until her mewls turn to curses as she crests again and again.
Her hands claw my shoulder and push at my head, her thighs twitching around my fucking face.
‘Not yet, baby. I’m not done eating this pussy.’
‘Enough! I can’t take it anymore.’
But she can. And she does, chanting a litany of pleasure, her body weak and her eyes glazed.
Our joint breaths are laboured as I crawl up her body, wiping her juices away with the back of my hand.
‘I’m dead,’ she whispers. ‘You killed me.’
‘Good job I believe in a second coming.’
‘No,’ she mewls, her hands between us making a languidtime outsign. ‘There is no more coming. I’m done.’
But as my dick nudges her sensitive clit as I settle myself over her, her body has other plans. I bring my lips to hers, loving the way her eyes glitter in the moonlight. Lips softly parted, she releases a quiet moan as I kiss her softly, sharing the taste of her from my tongue as her fingers trail across my chest, raking and burning and driving me insane.
Palms flat against the bed, I let her score me, my head thrown back as breathe out long and low, the sound hitting the air as a groan. ‘Take me in your hand, Nell. Feed me inside. Let me fuck you, my beautiful girl.’
Like the good girl she is, she brings my aching cock between her legs, whimpering a little as I slide through her wetness, once, twice, her mouth a softOas I push inside.
‘Jesus, Nell.’ My grunt counters her cry, her wetness aiding my glide as I fight the urge to rut and fuck, working my way inside her body so slowly it’s torturous. Every part of me is shaking, my muscles vibrating with need, tight and desperate until I’m seated inside of her fully.
‘That feels.. .’ so good that words couldn’t do it justice. Which is just as well as I don’t have the words. The pit of my stomach aches, my heart ready to burst.
I start to move, slowly at first, trying to hold back myself, alternating the pace and depth. But it’s no good as with each flex of my hips, my need increases until I abandon myself to her whispered encouragements.
You’re so hard.
Oh, God, that feels so good.
Please, Ben. Please.
‘You’re trying to fucking kill me,’ I rasp, ‘I’m sure.’
‘But you’ll die with a smile on your face,’ she whispers, pushing her tits against my chest wantonly. I pin her hands above her head then, thrusting into her hard and fast. My hips pump and flex and drive as I fuck her harder and deeper than ever before. Her hot walls clench around me with every thrust, her fingertips pale in mine as her expression glazes, her teeth biting hard into her bottom lip as her body draws as tight as a bow.
‘That’s it, sweetheart,’ I whisper, my mouth at her ear. ‘Give me one more. One more, just for me.’
And with that, she begins to clench around me, everything falling away as her body drags me under its spell right behind her.
Chapter 22
PENNY
In the deep of the night, I stir, feeling a hazy sense of fulfilment, not exactly unlike the kind of experience you get when you wake in the early hours only to realise it’s not yet morning and that there are hours of sleep ahead.Bonus sleep!
Or maybe it’s precisely like that as I smile into the pillow, snuggling in deeper before turning and moving my head, seeking a cooler section of the pillow and finding something more solid instead.
