Chapter 12. #2
Benita’s third climax built like a rising tide.
He felt it in the progressive tightening of her walls, in the way her breaths came shorter and closer together, in the restless roll of her hips that tried to urge him faster even as she stayed locked in the slow rhythm he controlled.
He reached between them with one hand and found her clit, still swollen and sensitive from his mouth, and circled it with two fingers in time with his thrusts.
That was all it took.
Her orgasm broke hard and deep. Benita’s back arched, a broken cry leaving her lips as her inner muscles clamped down around him in powerful, rhythmic waves.
The pulsing heat of her climax milked his cock in tight, wet spasms that tested every ounce of his restraint.
Brian held himself buried to the hilt and kept working her clit through it, drawing the pleasure out until her thighs shook and a fresh rush of wetness soaked the sheets beneath them.
He did not come.
Even as her walls continued to flutter and squeeze him, Brian remained rock-hard and fully in control, breathing through the near-overwhelming need to follow her over the edge.
He stayed deep inside her while the last tremors faded, pressing soft kisses to her temple, her cheek, the corner of her mouth, giving her time to come back down while his own release stayed tightly leashed.
Brian rolled them in one smooth motion, keeping himself buried deep inside her as Benita settled astride his hips.
The change in angle drove him even deeper.
She gasped softly at the new fullness, hands bracing on his chest while she adjusted to the position.
For a moment she simply sat there, impaled, feeling the thick length of him pulse inside her, before she began to move.
The rhythm she found was slow and deep.
Benita lifted herself almost all the way off him, the head of his cock lingering at her entrance, then sank back down in a long, controlled glide that took every inch.
The wet heat of her enveloped him completely each time.
She repeated the motion again and again…
rising, hovering, descending… her inner walls clinging to him on every stroke.
Brian’s hands settled on her hips at first, guiding the pace without forcing it, thumbs stroking the soft skin just above the join of her thighs.
She kept bending forward to kiss him.
Every few thrusts Benita leaned down, dark hair falling around their faces like a curtain, and pressed her mouth to his.
The kisses were deep and unhurried, tongues sliding together in the same measured rhythm as their bodies.
Each time she straightened again the change in angle made both of them groan.
Brian’s hands never stayed still. They roamed her body with open hunger…
sliding up the curve of her waist to cup and squeeze her breasts, thumbs brushing over tight nipples, then gliding back down to grip the soft flesh of her ass and help pull her onto him even deeper.
Benita’s breath grew shorter. The slow, heavy friction was relentless.
Every descent ground her clit against the base of his cock; every rise dragged the thick ridge of him along her most sensitive inner places.
She braced her hands on his chest and rolled her hips in small circles at the bottom of each stroke, chasing the building pressure.
Brian watched her face the entire time… watched the way her eyes fluttered, the way her lips parted on soft, continuous sounds of pleasure, the way a fine sheen of sweat began to glow on her skin in the low light.
His hands kept exploring. One slid up her spine to the back of her neck, pulling her down for another long kiss while the other stayed on her hip, feeling the powerful flex of muscle as she rode him.
When she straightened he cupped both breasts again, lifting them, squeezing gently, rolling her nipples between finger and thumb until she whimpered and moved faster for a few strokes before forcing herself back to the deliberate, deep pace.
The fourth orgasm built like a gathering storm.
Brian felt it in the progressive tightening of her walls, the way she started to tremble above him, the desperate little sounds that escaped every time she sank down.
He sat up slightly so he could reach between them, finding her swollen clit with two fingers and circling it in time with her movements.
Benita’s head fell back. Her rhythm faltered, then intensified.
She rode him harder for several long moments, the wet slap of their bodies growing louder, before the climax tore through her.
She cried out as she came, inner muscles clamping down in strong, rhythmic pulses that milked his cock. The sight and sensation of her breaking apart on top of him finally shattered Brian’s control. He gripped her hips hard, thrust up into her as deeply as he could, and followed.
His release hit in thick, powerful surges.
He filled her deeply, cock pulsing hard as wave after wave of heat flooded her.
Benita kept moving through it in small, helpless rolls of her hips, drawing every drop from him while her own orgasm continued to ripple around his length. The intensity left them both shaking.
When the last aftershocks faded she did not lift off him.
Benita stayed exactly where she was, his still-hard cock buried to the hilt inside her, and slowly lowered her upper body until she was stretched out along his chest. Her cheek rested over his heartbeat.
One of his arms came around her back, holding her close; the other stroked lazily along the curve of her spine.
Their breathing gradually synchronized. The room was quiet except for the soft sounds of the city far below and the slowing thud of their hearts.
Brian’s eyes drifted shut. The heavy, sated exhaustion of the last days… press conference, justice, the long stretch of denial and tension… finally claimed him. With Benita warm and soft on top of him, still joined, he slipped into deep, dreamless sleep.
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Brian woke hours later to the soft afternoon light filtering through the tall windows of the master suite.
The bed beside him was empty and cool. He groaned as he stretched, the deep, pleasant ache in his muscles a vivid reminder of everything Benita had given him.
His body felt used in the best possible way…
thoroughly satisfied, still carrying the faint scent of her skin and the lingering heat of their joining.