I shrieked, the sound muffled in the cushions when he gave me two last, hard smacks, then stopped. My ass burned, the cushion was wet with my tears, and I kept sniffling, but I felt floaty and satisfied, even though I hadn't orgasmed yet.
“Let’s get you to the bed,” Ben said when his breathing calmed down.
I relied on his hands as he raised me up because my legs were trembling. Then, he ducked down, tucked an arm behind my knees and wrapped the other around my back before he lifted me up, and we headed for the bedroom.Chapter Fifteen
AngelaI knew I was a complete mess, but Ben looked like he wasn’t ready to be done yet.
“Come on, shower.”
I groaned, watching him get out of bed. He went into the bathroom, and I heard the shower come on. I shifted, then winced. I was lying on my front, and I felt like I had aches everywhere, not to count my hot ass. It had been hours, and Ben had fucked me into the mattress for a few rounds. I was exhausted, and all I wanted was to sleep.
He came back into the room and sat on the edge of the bed, leaning down to kiss my cheek.
“Does it hurt to move?” He asked softly.
There was a small frown on his brow, and I could tell he was worried he’d actually hurt me.
“It’s not that bad. My body just isn’t used to this kind of work out, Ben, let me relax a bit.”
“I’ll do you one better. I’ll let you go to sleep, but we need to clean you up first. The water’s only a little warm so it won't be uncomfortable.”
He coaxed me until he got me out of bed. He carried me to the bathroom and walked us both into the shower. I shivered, then sighed when the water came in contact with my skin. It was a little colder than what I was used to, but it felt nice on my sweaty skin. Carefully, he set me down, and I leaned against the tiles. My legs were still a little shaky.
“Maybe you were right,” I said, wrinkling my nose. “I really did need a shower.”
His eyebrows raised curiously, and I looked down between my spread legs, where my thighs protested standing up.
“We fucked a lot.”
He grinned, pushing his wet hair back from his forehead. “You can’t complain about it, Angela, you came more than I did.”
It was true, so I said nothing.
Ben got close and kissed my lips, then my chin, before he moved down to my neck. I let out a helpless moan, my hands rising to his shoulders. He paused at my chest where his fingers delightfully teased at both of my nipples, before continuing his way down. My breath hitched when the tip of his tongue dipped into my navel a few times. I squirmed, desire growing heavy between my thighs. Even though I’d come more times in one night than I ever had before, my body was still up for more.
“Ben, I don’t know if I should be standing for this,” I warned, my voice already shaky.
He chuckled but didn’t stop. His hands cupped and squeezed my breasts, before sliding down to my waist, then lower to my hips. He used one hand between my thighs to nudge my legs apart, the tip of his nose rubbing over my skin. He blew a warm breath, and I whimpered as it washed over my sensitive clit.
“Just lean back and enjoy it,” he murmured, nipping at the top of my thigh. “If your legs get weak, just hold on to me.”
He circled an arm around one of my legs, before lifting it over his shoulder, spreading me open for his gaze. Then he leaned forward, and I shuddered out a breath when I felt his tongue on my clit. Two of his fingers slid inside me, pumping in and out, as he sucked on my clit. I whimpered, body trembling, as he provoked nerves I thought would be dead by now. He curled his fingers, hitting a sensitive place inside me that had me crying out. Ben paused, as if knowing just how close I was to orgasm, and I groaned in disappointment.
“Not so soon,” he chided.
I pulled one weak hand from his shoulder and tugged his hair. He left a kiss on my clit; then his tongue licked around my entrance before sliding in beside his fingers. Then, he removed his fingers and buried his face against me.
“Ben!”
The sound bounced in the enclosed space, making it sound even louder. He thumbed my clit, and I climaxed. I went slack against the tiles. He kissed me once, before pulling away. As he rose up, he shifted my leg from over his shoulder but held onto me. He grabbed my other thigh, and I hugged my arms around him as he lifted me up against the tiles with my legs wrapped around his hips. His cock had hardened already, and I would have been surprised how he could still get it up, but twenty one was still relatively young.