Chapter 21: Ben
Lilah comes like a freight train, my name on her lips while her soaking wet pussy ripples around my fingers. I've never been harder in my life. I watch her face as she comes down, and she looks so blissfully happy. My breath catches in my chest. I want to see that look on her face every day for the rest of my life and know that I'm the one who put it there. I crawl up next to Lilah, scooping her into my arms and cradle her against my chest. She looks up at me with a light in her eyes and an openness that I've never seen in her before.
"Holy hell, Ben. That was... amazing. Better than amazing. I don't know. Words are too hard right now," she says in a dazed, sleepy voice. I laugh quietly and stroke her hair, leaning down to kiss the top of her head. Her leg is thrown over mine, and she's naked except for her displaced bra. Her skin feels like silk against my body.
"Not bad, huh?" I tease her.
She runs a hand over my chest appreciatively. "You definitely do not disappoint."
Her hand wanders lower down my belly. "Although, I can't help but feel you're holding out on me..." Her hand grazes over the waistband of my briefs. I'm about two seconds from begging her to touch me when she slides her hand under the waistband and grips my cock. The feel of her warm hand makes me pulse with need. I turn her face up to mine and kiss her possessively as she strokes me.
"Tell me you want me inside of you," I growl against her lips.
"I want you inside me. I want you so fucking bad," Lilah pants. Her body is trembling in my arms, but her stroking grip on my cock is anything but tentative.
Lilah rolls over and digs a condom out of the bedside table and I stand, dropping my boxers. She looks up at me through her long eyelashes as I take it, rolling it on as slowly as I can in an attempt to not look as insanely desperate as I feel. She watches me and licks her lips, green eyes hungry. Lowering myself over her, I use a knee to spread her legs wider. My dick is nestled against her pussy and she's so wet I can't help sliding myself against her. I cup the back of her neck with one hand, watching her eyes flare with desire as I tease her slick cunt with the head of my dick.
"I know I should be gentle with you, but I don't think I can," I growl in her ear.
"I hate gentle." Lilah presses her feet into the mattress, rolling her soft curves against me. A feral sound rips out of me and I thrust deep inside of her. My brain short circuits as I fill her completely. I can't see, or hear, or even think straight. All I can feel is her tight little pussy stretched around my dick, warm and wet.
"Oh, fuck," she gasps, her nails gripping and biting into my shoulder.
"God, you're so tight," I groan, pressing my forehead to hers. Slowly, I drag myself out of her wet heat and push back in. I thrust harder and faster each time, angling my hips, sinking myself completely and grinding against her clit. She moans and arches again, her pussy clenching around my dick, like hot wet silk. My control evaporates. I pump into her faster and harder while she cries out and rakes her hands through my hair and down my back. Her fingertips grasp at my back as the need builds.
She tests my control with every moan and every touch. I'm at risk of coming embarrassingly fast if she keeps that up. I grab her wrists in one hand and pin them above her head. I nip and suck at her nipples and fuck her hard into the mattress. I reach my free hand between our bodies and press my thumb against her clit, rubbing in time with my strokes.
"Oh god! Ben! Ah!" she cries out.
"Fuck yes, come for me again, Princess," I growl out. Her eyes roll back in her head as another orgasm rolls through her. Her pussy clenches, gripping me like a vise, and it's all I need to fall over the edge with her. I roar as pleasure explodes inside me, and I thrust my release inside of her.
Panting, I roll onto my back, taking Lilah with me and holding on to her with everything I have. Being with her is unlike anything I've ever felt. I feel a surge of unfamiliar possessiveness as she sighs a warm breath across my chest. She is mine and I'll do anything to make her happy and keep her by my side.
Eventually, I have to get up to toss the condom and I've never resented a piece of latex so much in my life. She kisses me with a smile as I get back into bed and she takes a turn in the bathroom. I flop on my back on the mattress, deeply content. When she comes back out, she has a nervous look on her face as she approaches me and the bed. I hold my hand out to her. She takes it with a little smile and the worry lines around her eyes ease up. I tug her into bed, her small frame tumbling over mine with a little scream and a laugh.
"Stay," I say, looking into her eyes. I swear my heart is trying to break out of my ribcage to get closer to her.
"Asking or telling?" she replies.
"Telling,"
She laughs and cuddles back against me, resting her head on my chest and sliding an arm over my stomach.
"You know this is my house, right?"