Deep (Stage Dive 4)

“More or less?” he asked.

“A little more.” Fingers toyed with my nipples, turning me right the hell on. “That’s it.”

I rubbed my bare pussy against the ridge in his jeans. Who even invented clothes? What an idiot. My hormones ran rife, my skin alive with sensation. Calloused fingers slid down to my round belly, spreading out over it.

“You’re fucking beautiful, carrying our baby.”

“Glad you think so.”

“Ah, sweetheart. You got no idea. You drive me out of my fucking mind.”

A hand tangled in my hair, holding me in place for his mouth. He kissed me till my head spun. His tongue exploring my mouth, teasing and tantalizing. I could happily kiss him forever. If only my insides didn’t feel so empty and needy. A thumb toyed with my clit, sliding back and forth through the ample wetness, raising my awareness of just how turned on I was. Like I needed reminding. Him in me now was the only beat running through my brain. The abrasive rub of his jeans felt … interesting good. For sure I’d left a hell of a wet patch to testify to that. But I seriously needed to get at what lay beneath, and I needed it now.

I raised up as high as I could on my knees, hands tugging at his belt buckle. “Off!”

“Where’s the manners, sweetheart? What kind of example you setting, hmm?”

I groaned. “Please, Ben, will you take your pants off for me? It’s kind of important.”

“Sure thing, Liz. Thanks for asking so nicely.” He wriggled down a little, dealing with his belt and jeans button and zipper far more effectively than I ever could. The thick head of his cock prodded at my slick opening. “Easy. It’s been a while since we did this.”

“I don’t think we’re going to have any problems this time.” Wet as I was, my only fears were for staining the suede couch. No way, however, was I stopping. Expensive furniture be damned.

Slowly, I lowered myself onto him. The swollen lips of my pussy parting, my body opening, letting the thick length of him go deep where he belonged.

“Oh god, that feels good,” I moaned.

“Yeah.”

Teeth grazed my neck, nipping, sending a thrill racing down my spine. Finally, I sat on his bare thighs, the waist and zip of his jeans lightly scratching my ass. Next time we’d make it to the bedroom. Get all naked and go for it. Next time. Because there had to be more and it needed to be soon.

I threaded a hand through the longer hair on top of his head, fucking up his too-cool rock star do, tugging just a little. He opened his mouth wide, nipping at my lips, smiling. Two could tease.

“You want to play, Lizzy?”

“With you? Always.”

“You’re killin’ me.”

Despite my dare, he settled for licking my bottom lip, sucking on it. Then the strong hands beneath my ass took the lead, gently lifted me up, before letting me slide back down. We both moaned then. Holy hell, it all felt so good. His cock was a thing of pure man magic. Don’t get me wrong, though, only this man would do. He made every piece of me light up with sensation, loving it. Loving him.

No matter his teasing, with his strength, he was so careful with me. Delicate even. No one had ever done that, made me feel like I was precious. Only him.

I got in on the action, raising and lowering myself with his help, riding him harder. Careful was all good and well, but a girl knows what she needs. I needed him. He filled my body in every way, gave me what I needed in a way my own nimble fingers never could. Also, emotionally, he left my hand way behind. No way could I wrap me up warm and safe like this. Fingers dug into my ass, his thick cock powering into my body. I wrapped my arms around his neck, holding on. His beard brushed against my cheek, then his mouth pressed into the corner of my lips.

“You’re so fucking close, I can feel you,” he said, breath hot on my skin.

“Ben,” I panted. I’d be embarrassed at being so easy to please, but psycho baby hormones, etcetera. I needed it bad with him, no excuses. “I need to come.”

“Get to it, sweetheart. Show me how it’s done.”

His slid further down, giving me more room to rise and fall on his lap, moving me into a better position without putting pressure on my belly. With one hand on his shoulder and the other between my legs, I got busy. Thighs working hard, keeping the sweet slide of him going in and out of me.

“Fuck me,” he muttered. “Hottest thing ever.”

His language truly was appalling during sex. Later, after I’d come, I’d definitely have stern words with him about it. In the meantime …

“Harder,” I ordered/begged. One or the other. With all the panting it was a little hard to tell.

The grin on Ben’s lips was its own reward. “That’s my bad girl.”

The hands on my hips slammed me down onto his cock. I centered my efforts around my clit. Close. So damn close. Felt like my body was about to go bang. Energy gathered at the base of my spine, all around where we were joined. I wanted that peak as bad as I never wanted it to end. Then his cock moved over something wonderful inside of me and I gasped. Bright light blinded me, my whole body tensing before releasing completely. My head fell forward onto his shoulder, all of me shaking and shuddering.

Ben held me down hard, his hips bucking, driving himself in as deep as could be. Amazing.

Then, I kind of died. Or did a very good impersonation of it, collapsing on top of him, totally limp. Maybe I’d just have a snooze right there, with him still lodged inside of me. Not an ounce of inclination to move. Hopefully there’d be no leakage of shared body fluids. Have to admit though, I didn’t really care.

Hands soothed down my back, tracing each and every ridge of my spine, massaging my ass, stroking my thighs. It went on and on. Him just touching every part of me he could reach. Soothing or claiming me, I don’t know. But I loved it. The scent of us lingering in the air, our sweaty bodies all but glued together. If I stayed sort of on my side there was plenty of room for the swell of my belly.

“Comfortable?” he asked. “Warm enough?”

I nodded.

“I’m sorry they came at you like this, saying that shit about you.”

“It’s okay.” I sighed. “You’re worth it to me.”

“Sweetheart.” He kissed the top of my head, the side of my face.

Nothing needed to be said, not right then. One day soon, I’d tell him. If he couldn’t feel it, however, with me basically trying to climb beneath his skin, to get as close as I could to him … well then, the man was a dumbass. My feelings for Ben Nicholson were huge. Epic. As far as his were concerned, with his hands traveling over me, treasuring me, they had to be good and real. They had to be.