“You want to come, don’t you?” His voice is low and husky and demanding.
“So bad, Benji.”
“Take my shorts off for me,” he orders.
I like this commanding Ben, this take-charge Ben. I grin hungrily and sigh as I fall to my knees in front of him, slowly peel his shorts away from his body and slide them down to expose his cock, standing rigid against his belly, straining and beautiful, a dot of moisture at the tip. He steps out of his shorts and I toss them aside, glance up at him for instructions. He just smiles at me, and so I wrap both hands around him and put the bulbous head that protrudes over my upper fist into my mouth, and then slide one fist down his length and then the other, and then sink lower and take his cock into my throat until I nearly gag, and then pull away and glance up at him, wiping my saliva and his pre-come off my lips with the back of my wrist.
I bend to take him into my mouth again, but he threads his fingers into my hair over my ears, gently guides me to my feet. His mouth crashes against mine, and once again he kisses me senseless, his tongue tangling against mine and his lips scouring my mouth and I melt against him, let my hands roam his body with desperate hunger while his do the same.
He breaks the kiss, stares into my eyes, and the ferocity in his gaze tells me it’s over. No more playing around, no more teasing.
I’m right, so wonderfully right.
He spins me in place, his big hands rough on my hips as he turns me to face the bed, and now his saliva-slick cock is nestled naked against my ass. I gasp in shock when he gathers my hair into a sheaf and wraps it around his fist in a gentle but firm grip, and then whimper in pleased surprise when he bends me over the bed, pushing me down. I press my cheek to the sheet at the edge of the mattress and watch as he caresses a palm down my spine. I’m breathing hard, anticipating. His hand releases my hair and both palms cup my ass cheeks, and then he reaches between my thighs and traces my opening, dips two fingers into my wetness and steps closer to me. I slip a hand between my legs and reach for him, grasp his hard slick shaft and guide him into me. As soon as he’s in, he groans in relief. One palm traces up my spine and back down, coming to rest on my ass. I spread my legs wide and brace against the bed, and then with a drawn-out moan of bliss, Ben drives deep into me.
I whimper breathlessly as he fills me, and then I’m shrieking as he pulls back and slams home. I fist my hands into the sheet and push back into his thrusts, growl as his hands grip my hips and pull. Oh god, this is good. So good. He’s taking me, claiming me, and I’ve never loved anything so much, never wanted in all my life for anything to never stop as much as I want this to just continue forever, this feeling of fullness and this knowledge that this man is mine and I’m his and I can give him exactly what he wants. What I want to give him, what I’ve never given anyone in all my life? Submission. I’ve always guided things; I’ve always been in control. I’ve always taken what I wanted because a guy’s needs in this kind of thing are simple. It won’t take long, never does. So to make sure I get what I need, I’ve always been in charge.
And after Marcus—I couldn’t let anyone have control over me, couldn’t bear to be vulnerable for even a second.
But with Ben, it’s as easy as breathing. I’m safe with him. I can let myself need him. I can unleash a lifetime’s worth of vulnerability onto him, and know that it’s safe and sheltered.
There’s no more room for thought, no more space for rumination. There’s only fullness, only the slick wet slide of his huge cock inside me, the caress of his palms over my back and over the swell of my hips and around the taut curve of my ass, and then those same curves of my ass are pressed flat as he buries himself deep.
“Ben…Ben…?” It’s a plea, but I’m not sure for what.
“Yeah, baby? Talk to me.”
“More…just more of you.”
“You’ve got all of me, Echo.”
I can only shake my head, because it’s not enough, this slow and gentle gliding of his body is not enough. “Harder.” It’s all the sense I can make, but he gets it, I think.
He leans over me and kisses the very center of my back, and then grabs my hair in his hand and the creased curve of my bent hip in the other, and he uses both for leverage to fuck me deep and hard so my ass jiggles against him, and I gasp as he pierces me, and I nearly come from that one slapping thrust.
“Again!” I gasp.
“You want it like that, Echo?” he growls, buried deep, teeth clenched, and I can feel him shaking behind me, and I know he’s close, too.
“God, yes. Fuck me so hard, Ben. Be rough. I can take it. I want it.” And god, that is the deepest truth I possess.
Since I’ve always been in charge of the sex I’ve had before, I’ve never given a guy free rein to do what he wants, how he wants. With Ben, I feel so free, I feel like I can just let go, and I can allow myself to have what I want, to want the deepest secrets inside me. I have a feeling Ben is going to plumb those depths and give me things I didn’t even know I wanted.
He groans and tightens his grip on my hair, pulls my head back, and I plant my palms on the bed and lift up, spine arched, belly pressed into the bed, feet flat and ass high. I push back with my hands, lunging into his next thrust.
“Don’t move, Echo,” he groans. “Just hold still and let me fuck you.”
I duck my head between my arms and gaze down the length of my body, and the view is pretty incredible. I can see between my dangling, swaying tits to where we’re joined, and I can see a hint of his cock sliding out, glistening wetly, and then I’m growling between clenched teeth and I’m rocked forward and I keep watching our joining, watch his dick bury into me, and now there’s his taut heavy balls and he’s impaled in me to the hilt, so those balls of his smack against my flesh.
Oh, Jesus. I’ve never wanted to watch this, before. But now I want to see it all. I want to see my folds stretched thin to accommodate this massive grinding pulsing girth and I want to see even inside so I can see his cock spit his load into me, and I want to watch his face when he comes and I want to watch my own when I come…
Which is right now, oh fuck oh fuck…I scream breathlessly and grip the bed and force my eyes open so I can watch his cock slide in, withdraw, slide in, watch his sac sway heavy and slap my skin. I’m torn apart, a live wire is piercing my core and connecting to my every nerve ending, and my core gushes heat and clamps down and the built-up pressure explodes, and I’m crying, sobbing, and my entire body is trembling and shaking and being rocked forward by powerful, unrelenting thrusts.