I gasp as he covers my aching nipple with his mouth. I press his head against me with one hand and stroke his now-erect cock with the other. “True…”

He’s over me now, and I feel him between my legs. But I also feel the tension in his belly, the way he continually flexes his knee as if fighting to contain the pain of kneeling. I let him kiss me, and I guide him to my entrance with one hand, cup his ass and pull him to me, lift my hips and drive him deep, watching his face as he enters me with a slow deep drive.

I can’t help a whimper from escaping me as he pierces me, because he’s huge and hard and fills me like I’ve never been filled, he stretches me to a pleasant aching burn, and I wrap my legs around his waist and grind on him, bring my lips to his ear and nip at his earlobe.

“How’s it feel, Benji?” I whisper.

“Fucking incredible,” he rumbles. “You feel…I didn’t know it would feel this way.”

I hold onto both hard globes of his taut ass and encourage him to move. “Fuck me, Benji,” I whisper, and then bite his earlobe again and stretch it out, let it go, and nip at the skin of his neck. “Let me feel you move.”

He groans and trembles. “Not sure how—how long I’ll be able to—”

“You’re close, huh?”

He buries his face between my breasts, and his hips glide against mine, and his thick cock slides deeper until we’re crushed hips-to-hips and he’s shaking, tensed, growling in his throat. “Yeah. Sorry, I’m…I’m trying to—”

I push at his shoulder. “Lie down.”

He pulls out, gasping, and moves to his back. Slowly, I move to straddle him. His dick glistens with wetness, lying hard and thick against his belly. He’s breathing hard, sweating, every muscle tensed and taut as he struggles to hold back. It’s impressive, actually, how much control he has, considering. I slide my ass over his belly, my palms on his chest, leaning over him. My breasts sway and drag against his flesh. He cups them, and then his hands go to my hips and he caresses my ass, the backs of my thighs.

Reaching between us, I grip his cock and press the head to my slit, nestle him between the lips, and then slowly feed him into my channel. He groans and trembles, his fingers tightening on my hips.

“Hold it for me, Benji,” I groan, hanging my head as he pierces me. “Not yet, okay? Just…hold on.”

“Trying.” His grip on my hips is almost painful. “You just feel so fucking good it’s getting impossible to last much longer.”

When he’s in me, I push up so I’m kneeling upright, balanced on him with one hand on his belly, the other holding my hair out of my face. I stare down at him, and our eyes lock, his dark brown gaze hot and desperate and hard with determination. I hold it there, just the tip of him inside me. I’m pretty sure I know how this is going to go, and I want to make sure we both get the most out of every second.

But then Ben surprises me. He slides his palms up from my hips to my ribs, and then cups my breasts. “Don’t move, Echo. Just…stay right there, just like that.”

One of his big hands covers my breast, rough palm scratching my nipple, and then he pinches the sensitive button and rolls it, flicks it with his thumb until I’m biting my lip and stifling a gasp. He moves his hand to the other side, and gives that nipple the same attention.

With his other hand, he drags his fingers down my belly to my clit, feathers a soft touch over it. “Touch yourself, Echo,” he tells me, his voice low and fierce. “Make yourself come.”

“I don’t need to come. I already did.”

“But I want to watch you come. I need to.”

My eyes locked on his, I bring my middle and ring fingers to my clit, replacing his touch with my own. He cups my tits and toys with them. Struggling to hold still, knowing if I move too much he’ll come, I start a rhythmic circling, finding the rhythm I know works best. It’s a slow touch at first, but it doesn’t take long before I’m gasping at the heat building inside me, and I’m fighting to keep my hips still, and then my eyes slide closed because I’m groaning.

I feel Ben watching me, feel him tensed and frozen solid beneath me, hear his ragged breath. And then I hear and feel nothing but the detonation building inside me. “I’m—I’m there, Ben. I’m coming.”

“I feel it,” he growls. “I feel you tightening. Come hard for me, Echo.”

It’s a wave crashing through me, sudden and hot and powerful, making my insides clamp, lightning zapping through me, and I feel my pussy clamping down, hear a wild shriek rip out of me.

Ben’s hands clutch my hips, and I throw my head back on my neck, arch my spine, palms flat on his belly, and I sink down on him. He pulls me down as I impale myself on him, hard, and I scream as he thrusts up. My climax shatters through me harder yet and he’s growling and cursing— “Oh fuck, Echo, fuck, you feel so good…” —and I feel him throbbing inside me as he prepares to unleash his own orgasm.

I fall forward as my climax wrings through me, unable to stay balanced upright any longer, and now I clash my mouth over his and taste blood as my teeth bash into his lips, but he doesn’t protest, only kisses me harder and his hands clutch my ass in a kneading vise-grip and pulls me onto him, and now I’m writhing, lifting up and forward and crashing down, fucking him desperately.

And then he’s gone, two thrusts and done, and I feel his come spurt hot and wet inside me and I stroke onto him even faster and harder, milking it out of him. Another thick gush fills me and he’s groaning wordlessly, thrusting with a stuttering rhythm, and I’m still coming too, whispering breathlessly “Fuck, fuck, oh my fucking god, Ben!”

His hips glide and flutter and pulse, and his cock throbs inside me, and I’m shaking with the aftershocks, unable to stop moving on him as each thrust makes me shudder and curse.

Finally, eventually, I can’t move anymore, can only collapse onto him, bury my face in his neck, tasting sweat on his skin. His palms skate over my shoulders and back and spine and ass and thighs, my ribs and into my hair and back down, smearing my own sweat.

“There,” I mutter. “Now you’re not a virgin.”

“Holy shit.”

I smile against his neck. “Was it what you thought it’d be?”

“Nope.” He shakes his head. “It was a whole fucking lot more.”

I’m still shuddering, still gasping for breath. It was a whole lot more for me too, but I don’t know how to say that, because it kind of scares me, so I don’t say anything. I just leave his softened dick inside me and cling to his neck and push away the thoughts and emotions roiling inside me.




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