Chapter 29
Chapter Twenty Nine
Paige
Ben thrusts into me, hard, and the air leaves my lungs.
I gasp.
My eyes close, and my head tilts back.
"You okay?" he asks.
"More," I whisper.
"More?"
"Yes. All of it," I whine. "I want all of you."
He slides out slowly, then drives in hard.
I moan, and his lips are on mine, his tongue sliding against mine.
His fingers thread into my hair, and he kisses me harder.
The feeling of his hard length inside me is almost too much.
I arch into him.
He groans.
He kisses me, thrusting deeper, and every movement is perfect.
"You feel so fucking good, Paige," he says.
"Don't stop," I say.
He moves, and I moan his name.
His cock hits the spot that makes me see stars, and he knows.
He fucks me, long and deep, his hand cradling my head, the other bracing himself above me.
I'm so full and so close to the edge.
He drives in harder, and the pleasure spirals, tightening.
His lips skim my throat, and his hand drops to my breast.
He pulls back a little and watches his cock slide in and out of me.
"Ben," I pant.
"Yeah?"
"Don't stop," I manage.
"Don't worry, baby," he whispers. "I'll make sure you get there."
His hand slides down my body and finds my clit.
"Even if it takes all night."
He thrusts into me harder and harder, his thumb on my clit, and the pressure is so intense.
"Ben," I moan. "Oh God, Ben."
"That's it," he growls. "Say my name."
I cry it again.
The orgasm hits hard, and I call out, my body shuddering.
Ben doesn't slow.
His fingers are relentless, and he fucks me deeper and harder, until a second orgasm is building.
"One more," he says, his voice tight. "Come on my cock again."
He fucks me faster, his thumb working my clit, and my vision goes white.
I cry out and shake and buck against him.
The pressure is intense and the pleasure is blinding, and the world seems to narrow to just the two of us.
His lips claim mine.
His tongue strokes into my mouth in time with his cock, sending me soaring even higher.
My hands grip his shoulders. My legs lock around his hips.
He lets out a low groan.
"You're so tight. So fucking wet for me."
"I want to feel you come," I whisper.
He kisses me, his hand sliding into my hair, his mouth hungry and demanding.
He thrusts into me once, twice, then stills, his lips leaving mine, and his breath is hot and ragged against my cheek.
"Not yet," he growls, then abruptly pulls out of me.
Before I can ask why, his fingers are on my clit, and his teeth are grazing my nipple.
I shudder and writhe.
"Ben, please."
"Again," he says.
His fingers are rough, and his movements are frantic, and I can't breathe.
"Come again, Paige."
"I can't," I groan.
"You can," he growls, and his mouth latches onto my other nipple.
He sucks hard and fucks me with his fingers.
And the orgasm explodes.
"Oh my God," I cry, my hips jerking.
It's like my entire body is on fire, and I'm flying apart, and nothing exists except the feeling of his mouth and his hands and the aftershocks ripping through me.
"God, Ben," I gasp, and somehow, I manage to open my eyes.
"That's it," he says, and his voice is hoarse.
He slides his fingers out, and I can't hold his gaze.
My cheeks flush.
His hand strokes over my thigh, and he cups my ass, kneading, the movement possessive.
He kisses the side of my neck.
"Are you okay?" he murmurs.
"Mm," I say. "More than."
His mouth moves up and captures mine softly, a stark contrast to the way he just destroyed me with his fingers and lips.
His kiss is gentle, his tongue soft.
I sigh and melt into him.
His hand strokes my hair, and my skin prickles, the aftershocks of pleasure still rippling through me.
His cock is hard against my hip, and the realization makes me flush.
"Wait, Ben..." I say, reaching for him.
"Hmm?"
"You didn't—"
He kisses the words away. "There's time," he says.
"But—" I say.
He laughs and pulls back a little. His thumb strokes my cheekbone, and his eyes are warm. "Trust me," he whispers.
I nod, and he presses his forehead to mine.
"Let's just lie here for a minute," he says. "Get your strength back."
My eyes flutter shut, and I nod.
My heart is racing, and the pleasure is still rippling through me.
The heat of his skin, his lips brushing my hairline, the scent of his cologne—they make me feel like we're wrapped in a little bubble.
I don't think anyone has ever fucked me like that and somehow made me feel so special.
It's a dichotomy, but that's exactly how I feel.
Cherished.
Like he wanted to give me everything, and it was about my pleasure, not his.
He shifts beside me, his hand stroking my hip.
I take a deep breath and let it out slowly.
"Can I ask you something?"
"Sure," he says.
"Is this what it's supposed to be like?"
"Sex?"
"Mm-hmm."
He's quiet, and I turn, propping my chin on his chest and meeting his eyes.
"Because the first time, it was awkward. And then a guy I dated in college, well... it wasn't really any better. And now, this."
I feel like I'm rambling, but I can't stop.
He cups the side of my face. "It's not always like this, no." A smile curves his lips, and his cheeks deepen, revealing the tiniest flash of dimple on one cheek. "But it should be."
"So you're saying you're amazing?" I tease.
His hand slides into my hair. "No, baby. I'm saying that we're amazing. When it's good, it's because the people involved want to bring pleasure to each other. It's about trust and sharing things that are new."
He brushes his lips against mine.
I flush. "You mean... like the boob thing?"
He throws his head back and laughs. "Yeah, like that. Was it good for you?"
I bury my face against his chest.
"Hey, no," he says, laughing. "Answer the question."
"Yes," I mumble.
"Yes, what?"
I pinch his nipple, and he catches my wrist, then rolls over me.
"You can do that if you want," he says, his voice husky. "But first, answer me."
I shiver.
"Yes, okay? It was good," I say sheepishly, my cheeks flushing a deep red. "I've... never done that before. I don't even know what came over me."
His eyes are fixed on mine. "It was the hottest thing I've ever seen or done."
I bite my lip. "Have you done it before?"
He shakes his head. "No."
"Really?"
"Really."
"Was it weird?"
"God, no," he growls. "You have the sexiest fucking tits I've ever seen."
My cheeks flush again.
"Ben," I whisper.
He kisses me, his tongue stroking into my mouth.
My nipples tighten and brush against his chest.
I shift my hips and gasp.
He's so hard, he's practically quivering.
I want to touch him, but I hesitate. How could I have been so brave not too long ago, but I can't bring myself to touch him now?
"You can touch me," he murmurs against my mouth.
Still, I hesitate.
"Go ahead."
I reach between us, and he lifts a little.
My hand closes around him.
He hisses.
I run my fingers up the length of him, marveling at the heat and silkiness of his skin.
"Paige," he says, and his voice is pained.
"What do you want me to do?"
"Whatever feels right," he says. "Just move your hand."
I wrap my fingers around his cock and move them up and down.
"Like that?"
"Fuck, yeah," he breathes.
His hand slides over my hip, and his fingers stroke my inner thigh.
My breath catches, and he smiles.
"I told you, baby," he says. "We've got all night."
His fingers find my clit, and he strokes me gently, coaxing me to hardness.
I move my hand, and he closes his eyes, his breath hissing out.
"Fuck, Paige," he rasps. "If you keep doing that, I'm going to embarrass myself."
"You're kidding," I breathe.
"I'm not."
My breath catches, and a tiny bit of pride surges through me.
"What if..."
He opens his eyes.
"What if I did this?" I whisper.
I push against his chest, and he rolls onto his back.
"What are you doing, Paige?"
I climb on top of him.
"Fuck," he groans.
His cock is right there, nestled between my thighs.
I lean forward and kiss him.
His hand slides into my hair, and he kisses me hungrily, his tongue thrusting into my mouth.
I move my hips, and the head of his cock slides along my slit.
I gasp and steady myself against his chest.
I rock again, and this time, he slips inside.
We both groan.
He's thick and hot, and it feels so damn good.
"Paige," he bites out.
"What?"
"Don't stop," he growls. "Keep moving."
"Like this?" I say, and move a little faster.
He groans.
"Or like this?"
I move again, and his hand grips my hip.
"Is it too much?"
"No," he rasps.
"How about this?"
I lift up and sink back down, taking his cock deep inside me.
"Oh, shit," I whisper, eyes wide, as the sensation of him fully buried in me nearly overwhelms me.
"That's it, baby," he growls. "Do it again."
I repeat the movement, and his fingers dig into my hips.
"Harder, Paige. You can do it."
My fingers dig into his chest, and I move faster.
"That's it. Now move like this."
He rolls his hips, and the feeling of his cock stroking deeper is almost more than I can take.
"Oh my God, Ben."
"Come on, baby," he urges. "Let go. Fuck yourself on my cock."
The dirty words send a shiver through me, and my nipples tighten painfully.
He thrusts up, and the air leaves my lungs.
He does it again, and I'm not ready for the orgasm that crashes through me.
"Ben," I cry.
"That's it," he growls.
His hips jerk, and he groans, holding my hips still as he thrusts up and into me.
"Ben, yes!" I manage.
He wraps both arms around my hips to hold me in place while he drives into me over and over.
I can't breathe, and the only sounds are our ragged breaths and the slapping of his skin against mine.
And the feeling of him inside me is too much.
Too much pleasure, too much emotion, too much of everything.
"Ben," I cry.
"I'm right there with you," he gasps.
I scream as the orgasm hits him, and he thrusts hard and deep, setting me off again.
"Paige," he shouts as he spills inside me.
We shake together, and our mouths find each other's, and his hands tangle in my hair.
Slowly, his lips ease.
He brushes his nose against mine, his chest rising and falling.
His head falls back against the pillow, and mine drops to his chest, our mutual panting filling the room.
After a long while, I manage to lift myself off his cock, making us both groan as he slides out of me. His arms come around me and pull me closer, and we lie together, limbs entwined, spent bodies pressed together.
My fingers trace the lines of his muscles, and his hands stroke my hair.
"Wow," I finally manage.
"Yeah," he agrees with a laugh.
"I'm not sure I can move," I say.
His voice turns concerned. "You're not hurt, are you?"
"Oh, no," I say. "No, no, no. Definitely not hurting."
His arms tighten.
"Are you sure? I know it was a little rough."
"A little?"
"Okay, a little more than a little," he says. "I just want to make sure that you and the baby are all right."
"We're fine," I say, a little more firmly.
His fingers slide through my hair. "Good," he murmurs.
I close my eyes and let out a contented sigh.