“Yes, yes, I need it.” If I ever babbled, it’s right now. “Get me there.”
He shifts his weight onto one arm so he can move his other, cupping my ass to adjust the angle of my hips slightly. Then he moves first one of my legs and then the other so they’re wrapped high around his waist.
The position stretches my ab muscles and lifts my ass all the way off the ground, leaving me weirdly helpless.
But I love it. It fills my head like too much wine. I make ridiculous high-pitched grunts as I grind my hips against his pumping.
“You’re still tryin’ to force it, baby. Just hold on to me and breathe.”
At a different time, I wouldn’t have appreciated being bossed this way, but his words are exactly what I need to hear. I tighten my legs around him. Take an intentional breath and blow it out.
“That’s right. Now you got it. You’re gonna come real hard.” He’s out of breath now, working hard and fast between my legs. “This is what you need. This is what you’ve needed for a real long time.”
I make a helpless sobbing sound as the truth of it hits me at exactly the same time as my climax. The sensations slam into me powerfully, radiating in deep waves from mypussy and outward, throbbing in my chest, in my head, and all the way to my fingers and toes.
I sob and shake as he talks me through the overwhelming pleasure, telling me how good I’m doing, how I’m letting go exactly right, how he’s been wanting to give me this, how he’s got me.
He’s got me.
My throat and pussy feel raw when the pleasure finally tapers off. I’m still shuddering and wheezing as I try to process what I just experienced.
But Ben hasn’t come yet. He’s fallen out of rhythm, grunting loud and animalistic as he pushes into me with tight jerks. Then he makes a loud bellow that’s almost pained as he yanks himself out and squeezes his cock to come all over my belly.
We both collapse on the grass afterward, side by side and facing each other. It’s several minutes before we’ve caught our breath and recovered the power of speech.
“Well,” I say at last, wiping some of the moisture off my face. Most of it is sweat, but some of it might be saliva. Or tears? I don’t even know.
“That’s one way to put it.” He reaches over to brush some of my messy hair off my face. “That really took it out of you, didn’t it?”
“Yeah, it did. But it looks like you’ve been through a war too.”
“Much better than a war. But I won’t say I didn’t have to work for it.” He rolls over onto his back with a satiatedgroan. “Fuck, that was good.” When I don’t respond, he opens one eye to peer at me. “It was good for both of us, wasn’t it?”
“Of course it was.” Then I add because I suspect he needs to hear it. “Better than anything I’ve ever experienced.”
He preens in his lazy way. “All right then. Glad to hear it.”
12
We liearound for about twenty more minutes. I actually doze off lightly until Ben shakes me awake.
I’d like to lie around with him all day, alternating between fucking and sleeping. But we can’t. That kind of afternoon isn’t available to us.
We’ve got at least fifteen more miles to walk, and we need to do it before dark.
Plus my mother is dying. I’m not sure what it says about me that I actually forgot that fact for a short time.
We walk for about an hour, and I’m feeling our earlier activities in my pussy and thighs. Maybe I shouldn’t have indulged in sex like that right now. It’s made it more uncomfortable to hike the rest of the way.
I can’t regret it though.
Sex with Ben is the best thing to happen to me in ages.
“Y’okay?” he asks without warning.
I glance over and catch him giving me a sidelong look. “I’m fine. Why?”
“Looks like you might be limpin’.”
