20. Giselle #5
He raised an eyebrow but did as I asked.
I sat up on my knees and let my eyes rove over his top half, admiring his naked chest. His muscles were evident, but covered with enough extra fat and water to tell me they were practical, not for show.
I trailed my fingers down them, tracing each striation, each divot as I traveled lower.
Lower.
Even lower.
When I made it to his belt, we locked eyes.
Fuck, if his expression didn’t make me want it all over again.
It had been too long for me to have a “usual” when it came to these things, but I seemed to remember when I was younger that I would go two or three times before being completely sated, and usually my partner didn’t have enough stamina for that.
I doubted Ben lacked the stamina.
I tried to unbuckle his belt smoothly, with mixed success. But I blamed that on the fact that I could feel his erection, that solid line of him straining his zipper already.
He definitely wasn’t lacking in that department. While I wasn’t a size queen, I was a whole lot enticed. Would it hurt? Would I be able to take it in one go?
Dozens of fantasies bloomed in my head, but I tried to keep them at bay because I didn’t want anything to distract me from the moment. The moment that I had been waiting for, for what felt like ages.
Next came his zipper, and I paused once more, looking into his eyes to check in. “Green?” I murmured.
In response, he reached down and unzipped, raising one of his eyebrows devilishly. “Green.”
No one could ever say we weren’t good at communication.
I returned my attention back to where my hands were resting. The only thing between me and his eager length was his underwear.
And unlike women’s underthings, men’s briefs didn’t have to be completely removed. I slid my hand inside and curled my hand around his length as I pulled it out.
Holy fuck. I had been right that he was endowed, but even knowing ahead of time wasn’t quite enough to prepare me.
He wasn’t comically large, but he was thicker than anything I’d had before and probably longer too.
Veins stood out along his length like a physical declaration of how desperate he was for me.
I tightened my grip slightly, and the full-body shudder that rippled through Ben was more than satisfying. Watching his every move, I gathered the moisture beaded at his tip, then stroked down his shaft.
“ Fuck, Giselle,” he gasped, his hips pushing up into my grip. “Your hand’s so soft.”
I blushed at the compliment. I was pretty meticulous about using lotion, but it was still nice to know that something so simple could make Ben feel so good.
But if he liked my hand, well, he was going to lose his mind after my next move.
Normally, I would try to draw the foreplay out a bit, but even after orgasming once, I was eager to keep going, to be filled to bursting until I could taste him on the back of my tongue.
Letting go of him, I reached under my skirt, hooking my fingers around my soaked underwear and sliding them down my legs. I made quick work of the rest of my clothing, until I was naked in front of him.
“God, you’re beautiful,” Ben breathed, and despite my normally lacking self-confidence, I truly felt beautiful. Like a sculpture come to life, admired as I should be.
I wanted to capitalize on that feeling before anxiety or that mean voice in my head could disrupt it, so I climbed back onto the bed, straddling Ben.
As much as I wanted him inside me immediately, I also didn’t want to rush. Such conflicting desires. I compromised by pressing his cock against his stomach and slowly sliding along it, letting him feel how wet I was.
“Fuck! Giselle! ” His hands went to my hips, his fingertips digging in, ten-star points of sensation somewhere between painful and exhilarating. I loved it. I loved it.
“Yeah?” I said breathlessly, pointedly ignoring how my thighs and knees were already starting to complain. I had been pretty physical throughout the day, and I wasn’t exactly athletic, but a little muscle fatigue wouldn’t stop me now.
Not when I could already feel the faint whispers of another climax. Nothing promised yet, more like a soft sigh of possibility.
“I need to be inside you.”
I slid a few more times. Back and forth, back and forth, making both his cock and happy trail slick with my arousal. I watched, captivated as the muscles in Ben’s arms and chest jumped, as if he were straining to hold himself back from just taking me.
The idea had my brain lighting up like the Fourth of July. I’d always been pretty sure I was a bottom through and through when it came to the bedroom, but the idea of Ben taking over and showing me what was what confirmed it.
Enough teasing.
Knee-walking back just a bit, I gripped him once again, satisfied at the particular combination of sticky and slippery. Carefully, I positioned it, the fat head of his cock resting just against my entrance.
God, he was so fucking huge.
“Giselle,” he rasped, his blue eyes so dark they were almost pitch instead of cerulean. “I need it. I need you. ”
I slowly sank down on him. “I need you too.”
Fuck, it was indeed a burning stretch, and a whimper escaped my lips before I could catch it. Ben’s hands instantly went from my hips to my waist, supporting some of my weight for me.
“That’s it, gorgeous. Breathe through it, okay? Breathe and relax for me. There’s no rush. We have all the time in the world, don’t we?”
I didn’t know where he had found his sudden eloquence, but it soothed the panic and left the excitement. Excitement and comfort, bolstered by every word that fell from his lips.
Slowly, inch by agonizing inch, I took all of him.
It was incredible in a strange sort of way, so much sensation concentrated on one part of my anatomy.
When he was fully seated inside me, Ben’s hands slid up my sides to cup my barely-there breasts.
I’d always been self-conscious for being a part of the itty bitty titty committee, and felt I would look much more womanly and feminine with even a B cup.
But the way Ben stared up at me, lust blazing from every one of his features, made me feel like a goddess incarnate.
“Please,” I mewled as one of his thumbs brushed over my nipples. More pleasant little shocks, heightening what I was already feeling as my body adjusted to him.
Perhaps it was too soon, but already I wanted more. More of that burning stretch, more of my heart thundering in my chest, more of Ben caressing all of me and teasing my nipples.
More! More! More!
So, I took what I wanted.
Using what strength I had left, I slid a few inches upward before coming down again. Groans punched out of me and Ben both, mixing together the same way our bodies were.
I wasn’t athletic enough to pull myself all the way to the tip of his length, but I managed maybe about halfway, and then almost halfway again. As good as it felt, my legs were shaking from the strain .
No, no, come on. Body, don’t fail me now!
As if he could read my mind, Ben’s grip on me changed, and suddenly I was on my back beneath him.
“I’ve got you,” he growled, leaning down to kiss me once more. And as he did, I felt him pulse within me. I didn’t think it was possible to get more turned on, but I did, every single fiber of my body calling out for him. “You just lie back and let me take the lead, baby.”
My brain was melting, and I was surprised it didn’t leak out of my ears. But somehow, somehow , I managed an answer.
“Yes, sir.”