“Yeah, I’d say that got you some bonus points,” I murmur before pulling him in for a kiss, my arms wrapping around his neck and my hands gripping his shoulders tightly. I can feel his taut muscles under my fingertips, sending a shiver of anticipation through me as I recall gripping his shoulders as I came last night.
“I have an idea for how to get some more bonus points,” Ben says, pulling back from me.
“Yeah?” I murmur, as he starts kissing my neck, working his way down to my collarbone. I smile as he nudges the blankets out of the way, exposing my bare chest, and continues kissing his way down. I let out a gasp of surprised pleasure as he flicks his tongue over my nipple, causing goosebumps to pop out on my skin. I squirm in anticipation as he continues working his way down, running his tongue over my stomach, toying it across my bellybutton.
“How about ditching the blankets,” Ben says suggestively as he nudges the sheets off me, leaving me naked and exposed in front of him. I’d been so spent after last night’s romp. I’d slept naked afterward.
“If you insist,” I giggle. “Just don’t let me get cold.”
“I wouldn’t worry about that,” he replies as he moves his body further down, kissing one of my thighs and then the other one. I can feel myself getting wet as my pussy tingles in anticipation, waiting for his mouth. A thin veneer of sweat is breaking out across my body, and my heart is already beating a bit faster as he continues to tease me, kissing first one thigh, then the other, then my belly—kissing me everywhere except for the one spot I want his mouth right now.
“You’re driving me crazy, Ben,” I finally say desperately, my voice hoarse with wanting.
“Impatient, hm?”
I squirm insistently in response, arching my back slightly, my body asking for more.
“Fine, fine,” he murmurs. I close my eyes and let my body sink further into the mattress as he finally flicks his tongue across my clit, causing me to groan lightly. A rush of warmth washes over me as he runs his tongue across my clit again, working it in tiny figure eights, tantalizing every nerve ending. I’m suddenly on the edge, quicker than I’ve even been brought there.
What is this man doing to me? How can he play me so well?
“I’m going to come, Ben,” I say desperately. Part of me is dying to blow, but another part of me wants to come together, just like we did last night.
“Good,” he says briefly as he pulls away from me. I feel a pang of disappointment but then lose myself again in pleasure as he brings his mouth back between my legs. This time he applies more pressure with his tongue—and also slips a finger inside of me, feeling my wetness as he gently moves his finger in and out of me.
“Fuck,” I groan as he picks up the pace, rhythmically moving first one finger, then two fingers, in and out of me with one hand. All the while, he continues running his tongue over my clit. It’s an overload of sensations, and I can’t wait any longer. I let out a low scream, arching my back as an orgasm shudders through my body, causing me to shake from head to toe. Ben keeps working my pussy through it all, not stopping until my body has come to a shaking stop, leaving me panting for air on the bed, drenched in sweat and tingling from head to toe.
“So, what scored me more bonus points, the John Mayer serenade or that?” Ben asks teasingly as he crawls back up the bed, flopping down next to me with a sly smile on his face.
“Forget John Mayer,” I say with an exhausted laugh. “Thatgets you all the bonus points.”
“I’ll be sure to keep that in mind for the future,” Ben says, running his hand through his hair. He’s got that messy bedhead look that suits him perfectly. In my post-orgasm haze, he’s looking sexier than ever, especially when he runs his tongue over his lips suggestively, licking my juices off in a seductive way that gets my pussy tingling yet again.
“Maybe it’s time formeto rack up some bonus points,” I say saucily as I prop myself up on my elbow and nudge Ben gently down onto the bed.
“What did you have in mind?”
“Just thought I’d return the favor,” I murmur as I lower my body on top of his, pressing my tits against his muscular chest as I kiss him hungrily. I feel the pressure of his erection through his boxer-briefs, pushing insistently against my torso. I shimmy my body against him and feel his cock twitch in response.
I pull back, locking eyes with Ben, as I get on my hands and knees and back my way down the bed. I bite my lip and flash him a sexy smile as I grab the waistband of his boxer-briefs and start inching them down, allowing his cock, already hard, to burst free. Ben’s eyes light up with surprised pleasure as I position myself so that I’m kneeling between his legs. I hold his gaze as I lower my head and then flick my tongue across the tip of his cock, getting it just a little wet.
I can be a tease too,I think to myself as I carefully envelop just the head of his cock in my mouth while running my tongue over and around the tip. Ben lets out a low growl as I bring one hand to the shaft of his cock and start working it up and down, all while keeping the head of his dick firmly pressed between my lips. I start working my hand up and down more quickly, and Ben throws his head back into the pillow, momentarily breaking my gaze.
I remember how he tried to look away last night when we were fucking and I pull back from him, saying again now what I said then.
“Look at me, Ben.”
He returns his gaze to my face, his eyes crackling with intensity. I nod slightly and hold his gaze as I take his cock in my mouth again, this time taking all of him into my mouth, opening my throat so that he’s fully inside of me.
Ben lets out another loud groan and throws his head back to look away but, remembering my words, glances away for only a moment before returning his gaze to me. I can feel myself getting wet again as we hold eye contact like that—me on my knees in front of him, his cock in my mouth, the tip hitting the back of my throat. Knowing that I can do this to him, that I can arouse this pleasure in him, turns me on. I hold him inside of me like that for long as I can, my eyes watering, before I pull back, again flicking just my tongue across the tip of his cock, now soaking wet with spit.
“You’re driving me wild, Lace,” Ben murmurs as I blow softly on his cock.
“Oh, I’m sorry, should I stop?” I ask in mock innocence, sitting back on my heels to survey him with my eyes wide.
He gives me a desperate, pleading look in response, sending a shock of electricity through me. Again, I feel that sexy surge of power. It’s exhilarating. A shiver of excitement runs through my body, and my stomach flip-flops with eager anticipation. There’s a steady warmth building between my legs, telling me that I’m ready to go again.
“What about getting a condom?” Ben asks as if reading my mind.