Chapter 17 Ella
“Ben,” I moaned, arching up off of the bed, my amusement forgotten.
I wanted to look down at him, watch him, thread my fingers through his hair.
But I couldn’t, because – holy fuck – he was good at giving head.
He knew exactly where a clit was, just how to tease and taunt, lavishing it until I neared the point of overstimulation before dragging his mouth lower so he could slide his tongue into me.
I dug my hands into the covers and spread my knees further, giving him even greater access to me. His mouth returned to my clit, and a finger slicked into my wetness, replacing his tongue.
“You’re tight,” he said, voice so low I could feel it vibrating into me. “And so wet.”
“You’re going to talk me to climax,” I warned him.
His finger dove deeper, mouth returning to my aching flesh. “You taste so good.”
I raised my hips to meet him.
“Do you want to come like this, Ella?”
“Yes,” I said, panting. “And again with you inside me.”
In answer, he redoubled his efforts to send me over the edge.
My heels pressed into his back, giving me leverage.
I bunched the sheets in my fingers, nails digging in.
He set a rhythm with his mouth that my body quickly caught, and soon my hips shifted back and forth with every pass of his tongue.
Heat gathered in my core, spreading outward to light my nerve endings on fire.
“Ben,” I gasped. “I’m so close.”
He latched his lips onto my clit and sucked. It was like someone poured gasoline on the fire. White light flashed behind my closed eyes. Pleasure roared through me. I lost the rhythm, giving myself over to it as wave after wave dragged me under.
I was still reeling when Ben pulled away to stand. Normally after an orgasm, I was sated, damn near lethargic, but the sight of him pulling off his jeans and boxers shot a thrill of adrenaline through me that had me immediately ready for round two.
“Are you on birth control?” he asked.
“Yes. And it’s been eight months since I’ve been with anyone. I got tested afterwards, so I know I’m still clean.”
He wiped his thumb over his glistening lower lip and then sucked it into his mouth, eyes closing as he savored the last taste of me.
Oh my God.
He opened his eyes and pulled his finger free. “I have you beat. It’s been over a year for me, and same.”
My gaze slid down his body. His dick was proportional to the rest of him, so, it was huge. Good thing I already came, because it had been so long since I’d done this that I wasn’t sure if I’d be able to stretch comfortably around him otherwise.
“Condom?” he asked.
I lifted my gaze back up, taking my time before I answered. He was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. The muscles, the tattoo, the face, the eyes, the empathy, the humor, the kindness. Everything about the man was gorgeous. When our eyes met, I shook my head. “No condom.”
“How do you want it?” he all but growled.
Holyfuckingshit.
“However you want to give it to me,” I told him. I was desperate now.
His eyes smoldered. “Missionary then. I want to see your face when I make you come again.”
I moved backward on the bed, watching him crawl toward me, relishing in the sight of his shoulders bunching and flexing as he prowled closer. My head hit the pillows, and I collapsed down, shifting my legs apart to make room for him.
I had been wrong. I had been so wrong. I thought because we were clinical and respectful when we disagreed that there’d be no passion between us in the bedroom. It was a lie I told myself to keep from thinking of this. My final attempt to put him once and for all into the category of “friend”.
I wanted him now with a fierceness that shocked me. It was primal, this feeling. Some completely unevolved need that was downright cavewoman in nature. The look on Ben’s face as he lowered himself onto me reflected it, which drove me even further toward the edge.
Our hips met, and he slid the head of his dick down over my folds, torturously slow, before fitting it to my opening. Ice green eyes stared into mine, his brow furrowed in concentration. He shifted his hips forward, barely, just enough to push inside.
I lifted my lips and kissed him. His tongue slid against mine.
I dragged my nails down his back and grabbed his ass.
He groaned into my mouth and deepened the kiss.
Slowly, he shifted his hips forward, pushing just a little bit deeper.
I felt a slight pressure, like my body didn’t know whether or not it could accommodate him, and I broke our kiss to lay back down and force my muscles to relax.
Ben felt the resistance, so he took his time, working himself in, then sliding out to coat himself in my slickness. When he pushed back in again, it was easier.
He paused, dropping his forehead to mine, eyes closed. “God, you’re tight.”
“God, you’re big,” I shot back.
I was staring straight up at him, so I saw his eyes crinkle up as a smile split his beautiful face. I raised my fingers to trace the lines, and he turned his head and kissed the inside of my wrist. His beard tickled, but not as much as it had on my neck.
I shifted my hips forward, taking him a little deeper. His lips parted over my skin. Very gently, he bit me. That part of my body had never, ever been erogenous, but the sight and feel of his teeth latched onto me sent a thrill of lust straight to my core.
I shifted my hips again, craving the feeling of being full to bursting with him.
He released me with a gasp and leaned forward to meet my thrust, pushing another glorious inch in.
We worked like this for a few minutes more, until he was buried to the hilt inside me and both of us were breathing heavy.
“You feel. So good,” he said, eyes wide open as he looked down at me.
“So do you,” I told him.
I ran my nails lightly up his back, urging him on. His pupils edged out the ring of green around them as he pulled almost all the way out of me. He slid back in, slowly, driving me crazy. I could tell from his clenched jaw that he was being careful with me, holding back.
“Harder, Ben. I’m not a doll. I won’t break,” I told him.
He took me at my word, pulling out again and then driving into me, hitting part of my cervix when he was fully seated.
I had never had this happen, only read about it.
All the articles said it would either hurt, or be the best thing I’d ever felt.
I was so turned on that I didn’t feel an ounce of pain, only bliss.
My eyes rolled back. “Oh my God, Ben. Right there.”
He kept one arm braced by the side of my head.
The other dropped to my upper thigh. He squeezed it, holding me in place, and drove into me again.
I hitched my hips up, needing more, and his hand moved further down, shoving beneath me so he could grab my ass and pull me closer.
He lifted my hips clear off the bed, like I weighed nothing.
I relished in the feeling of it, bracing my hands on the headboard to give myself more leverage as I met his next thrust.
He leaned down and dragged my earlobe into his mouth. “Ella,” he rumbled, then began to set a deliberate, driving pace.
I’d had sex. A decent amount of sex, I’d say.
But Ben was by far the largest man I’d been with, and the feel of him sliding so deep was different than anything else I’d ever experienced.
He brushed along my cervix with every stroke.
Soon a pressure began to build within me.
Instead of pleasure being centered around my clit, like it usually was, it felt like this stimulation was coming from much deeper, somewhere past even he could reach.
He picked up the pace slightly, his lips dropping to my neck, his fingers gripping my ass. My breathing gained a rough edge. The muscles of my thighs started to shake. Beads of sweat formed along the back of my neck.
Holy hell, what was he doing to me?
“Ben,” I said, tone full of warning because I was actually a little concerned about what was about to happen.
My muscles clenched around him deliciously.
He shuddered and slowed.
“What are you doing? Please don’t stop.”
He pushed into me, teeth scraping over the skin of my neck. “I’m really close, Ella.”
I shivered beneath him. “So am I.”
“Where do you want me to come?”
“Inside me. I want to feel you.”
He pulled halfway out and slammed into me. My spine arched off the bed. The moan that slipped through my teeth was close to a whimper.
The pressure was unbearable now.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
“Yes. Do that again.”
He thrust into me again. I had to clench my jaw shut to keep from screaming.
“Look at me, Ella.”
I stared up at him as he drove into me. His brows drew down in concentration, even as his lips lifted in a lopsided grin. The sight made me wish I’d never closed my eyes.
“Again,” I said.
We found our pace together, faster than before. Harder than before. Our breaths turned ragged. Within me, the pressure reached a crescendo.
He thrust into me one final time, and my orgasm hit so hard that I nearly blacked out.
My entire body seized up around him, thighs gripping his sides, inner muscles clenching so hard he could barely move.
It was like every single cell of my being came at the same time.
I now understand why the French called this la petite mort, the little death.
I wasn’t sure if I’d ever felt so alive, or so close to dying.
“Fuck. Ella,” Ben said.
His dick stiffened and swelled within me. I’d closed my eyes when I came, and I snapped them open just in time to watch his face as he climaxed. The sight sent an aftershock of pleasure rolling through my core, and I moaned aloud with him and ground my hips into his.
Afterward, we lay sated in his sweat-slicked sheets. He was still inside me. We breathed so hard it sounded like we’d just finished a set of wind sprints.
“Well,” he said, matter-of-factly.
“Do not make me laugh right now, Ben. It will get so messy.”