Page 44 of Tempt Me

I eased back, and using my hand, I guided the smooth crown of his cock to my opening. Benson sucked air through his teeth as I lowered down onto him ever so slowly. When he was fully inside me, we remained locked together for a moment, savoring each other as only two complete strangers can do.

His jaw fell ajar, and a groan tumbled from his throat as I glided up again. I stopped at the very top, just prior to release, and without warning, plunged full-tilt, hard and fast, ramming his cock right up inside me. Benson gasped and dug his fingers into my hips.

I repeated the move, slowly up and hard down. Whatever he touched inside me protested the first couple of times, feeding me both pleasure and pain, but soon the scales tilted to just pleasure—one hundred percent, mind-blowing pleasure.

I put my hands on his chest for support and continued the movement over and over, each time getting just a little faster.

“Turn sideways.” His voice was barely a whisper.

“Hey, what?”

“Twist around to my right. My bent cock is supposed to be amazing.”

Eager to experience this sexual miracle, I followed his instructions. . . turning my body so I faced sideways. He raised his right knee so my left knee could slot underneath, and I placed my right foot next to his right hip.

“Now squat on top of me,” he instructed.

With one hand on his bent knee for support, I clenched my insides around his cock and lowered down so his cock was right up inside me, and I gasped.

Wow! Mr. Lady-Killer may have found my G-spot.

He cupped my breast and squeezed. “Feel good?”

“Incredible.” My voice was a throaty whisper.

“Told you.”

Grinning, I glided up his shaft. The head of his bent cock pressed against my vaginal wall as he glided up and down my inner core, and in this position, the angle of his cock provided the perfect amount of friction and strength to please my eager pussy.

Finding my rhythm, I bounced up and down, determined to please him as much as this position pleased me. Benson’s hands simultaneously squeezed my breast and my ass, and his throaty moans confirmed he was loving my movements as much as I was.

Closing my eyes, I rode the glorious knife edge between building arousal and exquisite release.

Benson clutched at my arm, digging his fingers into my bicep. I stopped moving, and his breath hissed through his teeth. His eyes were closed, his jaw clamped shut, and I knew he was on the knife-edge, too.

His eyes shot open.

It was time. I pumped up and down, riding out an orgasm that swirled through me like a tornado, releasing every shred of pleasure from my body again and again. We both cried out with the elation of release.

Completely exhausted, I fell sideways onto his chest, and his cock popped out of me. I rolled to his side, and my head fell to the crook of his shoulder. He wrapped his arm around me as if we were long-time lovers.

As I lay there, listening to his racing heart and inhaling the tangy odor of our sex, our simple embrace nearly brought me to tears. I realized this was what I’d been missing. Sure, I was having amazing sex, but sometimes all I wanted was a man to hold me, share a cuddle, and assure me that the world would soon be round again.

Lying in a man’s arms after sex was a little slice of heaven. It was also something I’d rarely experienced.

And not just with the men I’d met this year.

Will, the guy I’d lost my virginity to, had launched out of bed after we’d had sex as if his dick was on fire. Ryan, the man I’d shared a secret relationship with, had always pulled up his pants and walked away from the photocopier he’d bent me over as if the walls would start talking if he’d stayed. And Alexander, the man I’d once pledged my heart to. . . he was always in the shower within seconds of rolling off me. It was like he couldn’t wait to get my scent off him.

Maybe this after-sex cuddle was the one thing I’d been missing since I’d lost my virginity.

Maybe it was as important as my sexual pleasure.

Maybe, if Lolita’s prediction that I’d find the man of my dreams this year was to come true, then this after-sex moment was something I should put a little more effort into.

It was an interesting concept and obviously something I needed to explore more.

When my breathing returned to normal, I pushed up from his embrace and turned to sit on the side of the bed. “Thanks for that.”

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