Chapter 10
10
BEN
I ris has unearthed a part of me I wasn’t aware I had. Lust. Desire that runs so deep, it’s already bordering on obsession.
I feel like we understand each other in a way that should be impossible after only a few days.
I hope Iris understands what she does to me. I’ve never been this hard in my life. Every single muscle in my body feels like it’s firing, all my energy directed at my throbbing cock. One stroke of her delicate hand would have finished me.
Seeing her spread out on my bed in nothing but innocent white cotton panties is a vision I will hold onto forever.
My fingers thread through the back of her hair as I move in for a slow, deep kiss. Searching. Questioning. Making sure I feel her fingers tighten around my bicep and my back as I slide over her.
Iris makes a faint humming moan as my length slips between her legs, brushing and exploring. I find her clit, moving against it firmly as I feel her growing more excited. Wetter. I love that she gets wet so easily – that’s definitely going to help her take all of me. I drag a thick finger through her crease, and it doesn’t take long before she’s soaked.
Iris looks up at me with her heart in her eyes, her long lashes fluttering over one of her soft, precious smiles. “If I didn’t know better, I’d wonder if you were nervous.”
“Nervous about hurting you? Yeah, a little.”
She shakes her head, reaching down to give my ass a bit of a smack. “Don’t worry, I’m tougher than I look.”
Doubtful. Everything about my angel is soft and sweet. And now, sexy as hell as her hips squirm, trying to lift her gorgeous, pink pussy closer to my cock.
I rub the head up and down against her clit again with gentle strokes, then I dip, easing just the head inside.
I’m teasing us both, my breath becoming heavier, hers becoming fluttery.
My hand strokes her hair back as I look into her wide, beautiful eyes. “Iris, this is so much more than…” I’m not even sure what I’m trying to say, but she nods anyway.
“I know. I’m ready.”
Her thigh trembles slightly as I lift it, wrapping it around my hip to open her up more. As I press slightly deeper, I muffle her surprised murmur with a deep, soulful kiss.
There’s nothing between us anymore. I slowly sink deeper, my hips straining as I control every movement carefully. I want to thrust, want to bury myself inside her. Yet Iris needs me to move slowly, allowing her to shift and get used to me.
I pause two inches inside, the grip of her pussy so snug it makes me wonder whether I should try going deeper.
“More,” she whispers, as her other leg wraps around me. “It’s okay.”
Her hips lift, urging me forward as I gradually sink deeper, taking careful strokes.
Her lips fall open with a moan, and she begins to squirm. “You really are huge.”
“I’m sorry.”
Her hand taps my ass again. “No! I like it.”
Damn. A woman this gorgeous, begging for my cock. Begging for more . It’s like my every filthy fantasy has come true. Even though it feels like my hips are about to snap off from holding back, I continue moving gradually.
My hand slips under her shoulders to cradle the back of her head in my palm, bringing her lips to mine as I distract her with another kiss that I can feel rippling down my spine. She’s so wet that I can hear her hot pussy moving around me, every slow thrust taking me deeper.
Her lovely eyes glaze over slightly as her breasts press lightly against my chest. “You are unbelievably sexy,” I murmur, trying to distract myself from the fact that I’ve captured another inch.
“Mmm,” she murmurs, squirming cautiously. “I’m sorry I’m so tight.”
“Do not be sorry, angel. You can’t possibly understand how amazing this feels.”
Iris shifts again, then bends her right knee, lifting it higher. Another inch slides deep as we shudder together.
“Damn, baby…I need…to…”
She’s already nodding. “Do it. Please. Stop being so careful.”
Her inner walls squeeze me in ripples of divine pressure as I close my eyes, trying to regain my composure. When I open them again, Iris nods. It’s subtle, but it feels like she’s begging for more. My balls are already tightening, begging me to just ravage her already and release this pent-up lust.
Somehow, I manage to keep my strokes relatively gentle as I increase my pace, sliding deeper, faster. Watching Iris moan in delight is my new favorite pastime.
She’s a vision as her fingernails prick my skin, her throat and cheeks glowing pink, her lips parting as she gasps softly. Her pulse matches mine as we move and shift, dragging every single drop of pleasure out of each other.
I’m not sure exactly when we stop making love and begin outright fucking – probably when her nails dig tighter into my side, her head tipping back with a throaty moan as somehow, impossibly, the entire length of my cock is plunging in and out of her tight, wet heaven.
Reaching down, I spread her soft pussy lips, shifting so that my shaft brushes against her clit with every stroke.
“Oh!” Iris grips me tighter. “Yeah. Right there.”
A wave of primitive lust rolls through me. I’m about to make my woman climax. Make her see stars, knowing that I will do anything to please her.
My cock literally shudders as I realize I’m not only her first, I’m going to be her last. Her only. Iris is mine. The back of my mind crackles with white noise as I lose myself in the quest to make her snug little pussy come harder than it ever has before.
“Such a sweet little bookkeeper. So innocent, so prim. You’re a lot different when you’re naked, angel.”
“Yeah,” she gasps. “I had no idea.” My head dips to nibble along the side of her neck as she moans louder. “Ben. Stop being gentle. I’m gonna?—”
She doesn’t need to finish her sentence. Her entire body tenses, pussy walls massaging my cock as the climax tears through her. Her cries are muffled by my lips as we kiss our way through her peak and straight into mine.
I can’t hold back. My entire body shudders, her pussy squeezing me as I spasm over and over, muttering her name, calling her my beautiful angel, chanting that she is mine as my body pours into hers with a rush of wet heat.
I’m not sure if Iris can hear me calling her mine. I hope she can feel it as much as hear it. I hope it’s a fact she understands right down to her soul.
I’m so in love with this woman that I don’t know how long I can hold back the words.
Although, really, Iris is smart as a whip.
I’m sure she already knows.