“You gonna come again?”
“Yeah,” I manage to get out. The word is shaking like my body. “I’m so close.”
“Stop tryin’ to fight it. This is the one thing you don’tgotta fight.” He slows his thrusts so he can move my body, raising my upper half to change the angle of penetration, tightening his thrusts.
A loud sound of pleasure escapes me. An orgasm starts spasming while still mounting higher. I cling to one of the built-in shelves to hold myself up.
“There you go. Now you got it. I love to see you lettin’ go like this.” He’s shifted back into the pistoning motion, intensifying the sound of wet suction from my pussy. “Try to slow your breathin’ so you’re not forcin’ it so much.”
I gasp harshly and then gasp again. “I can’t.” I’m holding on to the shelf so tightly I almost pull it loose, but Ben reaches up to push it back before any of the stored items do more than wobble.
“Yeah, you can. Breathe slow and long for me. It’ll be so good that way. You just got to stop fightin’ and accept it.”
Nothing inside me feels like slowing down, unclenching, but his voice is a lifeline as I’m drowning in intense pleasure, so I do what he says because he says it. I manage to stop panting and suck in a long inhale, blowing it out intentionally.
On the exhale, all the building tension inside me erupts with a tidal wave of release. I sob loudly as the pleasure slams into me and continues longer than I could have imagined as Ben keeps pushing against my clenching muscles.
“There you go,” he rasps, clearly on the last thread ofhis control. “That’s what you needed, baby. I got you. Just let yourself feel it. I got you. I always got you.”
I might be crying for real when the climax finally subsides to jerky afterquakes. I sniff and whimper and blink away a few tears as Ben falls out of rhythm with an extended groan.
For a moment, I wonder if he’s going to come before he pulls out as he jerks and shakes, but he yanks his cock out of my pussy at the last moment and comes all over my ass.
“Fuck,” he’s gasping as he works through the last of his own climax. “Oh fuck, baby. Fuck.”
A silly giggle escapes as I turn to look at him over my shoulder. My back and pussy and throat are sore, but my mind and body and heart feel so good. “That’s three fucks in one mumble.”
He huffs with amusement, pulling me up and turning me around so he can hug me. We’re both still panting and half naked, but it doesn’t matter.
After a minute, we’re mostly dressed again and cuddled together, leaning against the door.
I’m playing with the ring on his hand, twirling it the way he so often does himself. Without thinking it through, I ask, “Who gave this to you?”
“What?” He sounds sated and slightly groggy.
“The ring. You said it was a gift.”
“Oh. Yeah. My mom gave it to me.”
“She did?”
“Yeah. She found it while she and my dad were scavenging an old shopping center about fifteen years ago, and she gave it to me. I don’t know why exactly. She said it made her think of me. Something about the roots and the branches.”
“I can see it.”
“Can you?”
“Yeah. You have deep roots from your family and community, and maybe that’s where the strength of your branches comes from.”
He chuckles at this, squeezing me tighter. “My branches?”
“You know what I mean. You’re strong. Protective. Sheltering. And deeply rooted. I can see exactly why the ring made your mother think of you.”
I suspect Ben appreciates that I’ve said this about him, but it must make him self-conscious because he mumbles something incoherent.
Smiling, I lift his hand so I can kiss the ring. Then we settle into a few more minutes of silence.
“Thank you,” I say at last.
