I need to say something, though. There’s going to be the so how was it for you question, at some point, and that’s always just awkward. So I forestall it. “That, Benji-boy, was some good fucking.”
“Was it?”
I nod. “It was.” I lift up and press my palms to the pillow on either side of his head. “Really good.”
And I’m telling the truth, too. I’m not the type of girl to fake an orgasm or claim it was good when it wasn’t. I may not be blunt with the truth if it was bad, but I won’t lie about it. And what just happened with Ben, it was…really good. Top ten, ever. And I’m immediately hungry for more.
“Got a towel?” I ask.
He gets up and grabs a clean towel from the bathroom, but instead of handing it to me, stands beside me and hesitates. “Let me.”
So I show him how to clean me—top to bottom—and then he sets the towel aside and climbs into the bed beside me. His eyes roam my body. And then his hands follow suit, fingertips grazing my skin in random patterns, hip to hip across my belly, up between my breasts, tracing my shoulder and arm, around the mounded flesh of one breast and then the other. I just watch him touch me, content to let him do as he wishes and wait in this easy, companionable silence until he’s ready for more.
NINE: In the Bubble
Ben
I can’t seem to stop touching her. And, lucky me, she doesn’t seem inclined to make me. She just lies there on top of the sheet, naked and beautiful, her hair a tangled mess again, her skin flushed. Her eyes are closed, but I know she’s not asleep. I don’t know what she’s thinking, and I don’t ask. I just let my hands skate over her flesh, touching her everywhere¸ cupping her full high breasts and the bell-curve of her hips, her taut belly and her muscular thighs and her face and her hair.
Her eyes flick open and she glances at me. “You really like touching me, don’t you?”
“How could I not? You’re this incredibly sexy woman, and you’re naked in my bed, and you’re letting me touch you. Guy’s gotta make the most of the opportunity.”
She smiles at me, white teeth and red lips. “I’m not going anywhere just yet, Benji.”
“Yeah, well, maybe I’m just greedy,” I say.
She lets out a breath, then rolls to her side, and my hand comes to rest on her hip. “I guess I can handle that.” Her eyes move from mine to my shoulders and chest and arms, and then her hand follows the path of her eyes. “I might be slightly greedy myself.”
I watch her hand as it skates in a sinuous slide down my chest, through the path of hair on my belly leading downward, and then she’s cupping my balls and rolling them in her palm and fingers. We both watch her as she takes my softened dick in her hand and massages it, toys with the head of it between her fingers. Within moments, my cock begins to unfurl, straightening and hardening. A smile curves Echo’s lips upward as she works me into hardness, palming my erection as it begins to ache and strain.
“Well. Look at that. Ready again already.” Her eyes flick up to mine. “How greedy are you really, Benji-boy?”
“Get on and find out.”
Her pupils dilate, and her breath catches. “It’s like that, is it?”
“It’s like that.”
I feel powerful. I feel ravenous. I feel like every moment not inside her is a moment wasted. My heart begins to pound as she rolls toward me, slides her thigh over mine and presses her small hands to my chest. I take her by the hips and lift her off the bed, settle her lithe, lush curves onto my body. Her hair hangs in a blonde cascade on either side of her face, her lips part and she sucks in a sharp breath as I cup the generous swell of her ass. Her shins press into the mattress on either side of my legs, her palms support her weight on my chest, her tits sway.
She nestles my cock at her opening. Her eyes are more hazel in this moment than any other shade, and they’re locked on mine, and I couldn’t even begin to fathom what she’s thinking right now. I need to be inside her. I lift up and thrust, but she moves away.
“Ah-ah-ah,” she says, a sultry smile on her lips. “Not yet.”
She flutters her hips so her pussy slides around my cock, smearing her juices on me and making me growl. It’s a tease, though, because I don’t get any deeper, not the way I need. I grip her hips in my hands and try to pull her down, but she grins and just shakes her head.
“I don’t think so, Benji. I like it like this.” She rolls her hips and the head of my cock moves shallowly in and out of her opening, a maddening tease of what I need.
“Jesus, Echo,” I growl.
“What?” she asks, her face and voice the essence of innocence.
I thrust, and yet again she moves with me so I fail to get any deeper. Frustrated, I wrap my arms around her shoulders and roll so she’s beneath me. I take her wrists and pinion them in one hand above her head, and with my other hand I clutch one of her thighs and press her knee upward, leaning into it to alleviate some of the pressure on my game knee. Her eyes are wide and her chest heaves as she sucks in deep breaths.
I fix my eyes on hers, holding still for a moment with just the tip of my dick nestled between the plump lips of her pussy. And then, grunting with relief, I thrust deep, hard and fast.
“Fuck!” Echo shrieks, and her entire body writhes in shock and—judging by her wide-eyed gasping—pleasure.
“Exactly,” I tell her, my voice low, pulling out slowly and then driving deep again. “Fuck.”
Her mouth falls open and her eyes go wild, her head tipping back. She fights against my grip on her wrists, but her hips rise and her pussy slides to envelop my aching cock, and she whimpers. Her thigh is a thick soft weight in my hand, and I tighten my grip on the expanse of muscle and flesh as I drive in yet again. My knee hurts, but in this moment I couldn’t care less.
I still don’t feel like I’m deep enough, like I’m where I need to be. So I shift forward, closer to her, and Echo seems to read my thoughts or to know what I need. She lifts her other leg and nudges me upright. My knee protests, but I ignore it, because now the silky backs of her thighs are flush against my chest, her feet are hanging over my shoulders and I’m so deep inside her hot wet pussy that I feel swallowed by her.
I thrust slowly, and her brows draw down and her eyes go wide. “Yeah, Ben, that feels so good,” she groans. “Harder.”
So I fuck harder, curling my hands around her thighs and pumping into her so my hips meet her ass with a loud slap. “Like that?”