“Me too.”

I bite his earlobe, and then whisper, “But I want more.”

“More, how?” he asks, but his fingertips slide closer to the crease between my globes.

“Like that. Yeah, baby.” I try the endearment on for size; having never even pretended to love a guy before, I’m a stranger to lovey-dovey terms. I nibble at his shoulder and try to keep myself totally relaxed as his hands explore where I’ve never let a man go before. Finally, he gently tugs one of my cheeks aside and traces the gap. “Oh god, yeah, oh yeah, that’s where I want your touch, Benji-boy.”

He finds my rear opening with a finger and presses lightly. “Here?”

I moan, long and breathless. “Uh-huh.”

“You’re sure?”

“Gently, baby. You’re the first and…the—the only one to ever touch me there.” I bury my face against his chest and claw my fingers against his shoulders.

With one hand he spreads me apart, and with the other he gently, slowly presses a thick finger to the tight knot. “This feel good, Echo?”

“Jesus…yes!” I gasp, when he presses just so, and now I’m penetrated. Just a sliver of the tip of his finger, but penetrated where I’ve never been touched, the one place I’m still virgin for my man.

“Touch your pussy, Echo.”

I obey him immediately because fuck yes, that’s what I need. He doesn’t move, just waits for me to press my fingers to my throbbing button, and I inhale a gasp because all of me tenses, and then rockets explode inside me, and I feel myself clench around his fingertip, I feel wetness smear out of my pussy, and my nipples pebble against his chest. There’s only one thing missing, now: I shift my hips and slide downward, and he’s inside me, his thick shaft piercing my folds, and now I’m aching with fullness. I draw my legs closer to my torso, and seat myself on him, impaled by him. He’s balls-deep in me now, and I wrap one hand around his neck and we both strain to press our mouths together, kissing each other’s breath away.

“More…” I gasp.

He wiggles his finger, and I involuntarily clamp down around him, but he’s up to the first knuckle of his finger and my breath has left me. I’m so stretched and filled that the universe has been reduced to the pulsating tightness of my body.

God, I ache so beautifully.

He holds still, and so I do I, letting myself grow accustomed to this new and delicious sensation. I’ve heard and read how good this can feel if done right, but I never believed it. Until now. This…oh yes, this is going to be something Ben and I explore and push the boundaries of; it’s a new favorite thing, I think.

For now, I’m content to roll my hips and feel the finger inside me back there, and let myself growl like a lioness with how incredible I feel right now. I lie on him, draped on him, his body a solid sheltering mountain beneath me, supporting me and taking my weight easily.

I have to move. God, now the need is a fierce burn inside me, sudden and sun-hot. I press my lips to his chest over his heart. “Don’t move, Benji-baby,” I murmur, and roll my hips.

Oh, oh fuck yes. Oh hell is that good. His cock slides between the stretched lips of my pussy and his finger stimulates me back there, making me feel overfull in a dirty, naughty, perfect way. I like being bad. I like being his dirty girl.

As if reading my mind, Ben’s lips move at my ear. “You’re my dirty girl, huh, Echo? You like this, don’t you? You like being kinky.”

“God, yes. I’m so bad, Ben.”

The hand cupping my ass lets go, caresses the globe, and then smacks my cheek with a sharp slap. “So bad.”

I shriek out loud, because the slap shocked me and I almost didn’t notice when his finger slid deeper, but now, oh now, my ass stings and I ache with the fullness of double-penetration. He smooths a hand over the stinging flesh of my backside, and then slaps the other cheek, and I shriek again, breathless, because now he’s in me to the second knuckle. It almost hurts, but doesn’t. Or if it does, it’s a hurt I can’t get enough of.

“Again,” I groan through gritted teeth, sliding my pussy up and down his length.

So he slaps my ass again, and it stings so perfectly, and he pierces deeper, and he does it again on the other side, and now his knuckles crush into the plump muscle and skin of my ass. He can’t go any deeper, and I’m growling in my throat at the sensation, feeling dirty and fierce and primal and desperate for motion.

Ben’s cock throbs inside me, and I know he’s aching with need. So I roll my fingertips against my clit, having forgotten momentarily to touch myself like I was supposed to, and when I do feel the press of my fingers against my swollen flesh, I have to breathe out a curse at the lightning that hits me.

“Oh fuck,” I whisper, and grind my hips on his. “Oh fuck. Oh fuck.”

“You feel so good, Echo. Jesus, you feel so good I can’t take it.”

“You don’t even know, Ben. You just don’t even know.” I’m moving so gently it’s hardly even a motion, just a whisper of skin against skin. “Just hold still and let me fuck you, Ben.”

“Anything for you.”

“You’re my anything. My everything.” I don’t know where this is coming from, only that it’s true, and that somehow the intimacy of this moment, the way he’s touching me, the way he’s so fully inside of me on so many levels has raw truth spewing out of my mouth. “I’m going to scream when I come, Ben. I’m going to scream, and it’s going to be your name.”

I slide my mouth across his, but I’m too full of him to kiss, I can only hold my lips against his and breathe as I start to move in earnest now, pushing upward, and then sliding downward, feeling him glide in and out of my pussy, and I gasp with each motion. It starts out slow, and his hand follows my movements, keeping his finger inserted in me. I drag my mouth away from his and press my lips to his chest, stutter them across his skin until I find the flat of his nipple and I lick him, then nip him hard enough to elicit a curse and a jerk that has him crushing deep into me. I bite his other nipple, then, just to get that same curse-and-jerk, and lick it to soothe the sting. My hips are gyrating now, and he’s moving with me, and it’s like the universe itself has been compacted down to an intricate, impossible knot inside me, the heat of all the stars going nova all at once burning low in my belly, making my core ache and my lungs heave helplessly and my heart slam like a tribal drum.




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