Page 70 of Love in Fine Print

He tightened his fists in my hair causing a sharp sting to shoot straight between my legs. My inner walls fluttered with a tingling sensation, and I squeezed my thighs together, loving thesensation of pressure that was building in my core. I could feel my body working toward its next climax.

I’d never been a huge fan of giving head. Typically I performed it in reciprocation of having it done to me. And that’s what it was. A performance. But sucking Ben off was different. It was actually turning me on. As he swelled in my mouth, I could taste the salty evidence of his pre-come, which only served to heighten my enjoyment of the act. Knowing that I was bringing him pleasure was mentally turning me on as much as it was physically.

My thighs clenched even tighter as my mouth moved up and down his pulsing erection. Each time I took him as deep as I could and Ben’s hands tightened again, sending the same shock of euphoria exploding low in my belly. I’d never done it before, but I was starting to think I might be able to squeeze out another release using only my thighs. Pleasure was swirling in my center and my body was pulsating with bliss.

In the back of my head, a little voice was telling me it was impossible to get myself off this way, but I was enjoying seeing if I could prove myself wrong.

Before I was able to, Ben let out a frustrated growl and his hands clamped around my upper arms. The next thing I knew, I was being pulled to a standing position. My feet had barely hit the floor before Ben claimed me in a demanding kiss. His tongue slid past my lips, replacing his cock, which had just been inside my mouth.

He took his time and masterfully explored the recesses of my mouth. The taste of my juices was still on his tongue, and his pre-come was mixed with it—the flavors combined in an erotic taste explosion. I lost myself in his kiss, in the arousal that was swirling through my body with hurricane force.

When he leaned back, breaking our contact, it took me a moment to figure out what he was doing. He reached into hissweats and pulled out his wallet. He removed a condom and stared at the package before cursing beneath his breath.

“What?” I asked.

“It’s expired.”

“I’m on the pill.” I’d been on the pill since I was sixteen to regulate my periods. I’d only had sex without a condom in the two serious relationships I’d been in. Technically, this was my husband, so even if it wasn’t real, it was a serious relationship.

“Are you sure you’re okay with this? We can stop.”

I reached out and ran my fingers down his abs, then grazed them over the tip of his dick, which bobbed up for attention. “No, we can’t.”

He inhaled through his nose as his hands gripped my hips, lifting me up. My legs and arms wrapped around him as my back slammed against the wall. I loved the force that he used. Some men who I’d been with had treated me like a fragile doll that could easily shatter. Others who I feel tried to assert their power to show how hard they could fuck me by jackrabbit ramming themselves into me.

Neither was particularly great or turned me on at all.

I’d only really had one lover who took his time and had known what he was doing. He was twenty years my senior. I’d met him at the coffee shop across the street from the firm on my first day. At the time, I hadn’t known he was a client of George, my boss. Martin asked me out, and I accepted. It wasn’t until six weeks later that I found out the day we met was the day he’d signed his divorce papers. He’d gone to get coffee afterward, and that’s when he saw me.

Out of the dozen men I’d been with in my life, he was the only one I ever missed. The timing hadn’t been right, but he was a good man. He remarried five years after we broke up, and I was happy for him.

I’d thought what Martin and I had shared would be the pinnacle of sexual experience because everything after had paled in comparison. Until now. What was happening with Ben was on a completely different level than I’d ever known existed. Ben intuitively knew what my body wanted, how to touch me, how to kiss me, and I had a feeling he was going to know exactly how to fuck me.

Ben’s forehead rested against mine. “This is not going to last long. It’s been a while for me and you are so fucking sexy. I know that the second I get inside of you, I’m going to fucking explode,” he growled.

My pussy clenched with anticipation. I was primed and ready for him.

“I’ll try and go slow and gentle,” he gritted out as he positioned himself at my opening.

“Don’t,” I breathed. “Don’t go slow and don’t be gentle.”

“How do you want it?” he asked.

“Rough and hard.”

His nostrils flared and his jaw ticked as he pushed into me with a force that stole my breath. My inner walls stretched as he penetrated my body, teetering on the erotic tightrope of pain and pleasure. Before I’d been able to adjust to his intrusion, he pulled out and thrust into me again. This time harder and deeper, causing my back to slam against the wall once more.

As he repeated the sensual assault, explosions of pleasure erupted low in my belly. I let out a soft cry of ecstasy as my arms wrapped around him, and I buried my face in the crook of his neck. He continued moving in and out of me in a steady rhythm that was picking up momentum with each thrust, causing the sensual pressure building in my core to reach its limit.

I whispered encouragements against his neck as I held onto him, anchoring myself to his body. His hands gripped my hips. When I was about to go up and over the edge, his fingerstightened, tilting my pelvis up. The next time he drove into me, he hit a different spot in my body, and it served to ignite an explosion of ecstasy.

My eyelids shut as I rode out my climax. A deep, guttural moan ripped from his chest as he drove into me one final time. I could feel my tight canal milking him as he tensed in the throes of his release.

As his body relaxed, my hands roamed his bare back, and I luxuriated in the feeling of him still being buried inside of me. I loved that he’d thrown me up against the wall. I loved that he still had me pinned against it. I loved that I could still feel his hard cock throbbing inside of me. I didn’t want this time to end, so my legs remained wrapped around him as I held him tightly.

If it were up to me, we’d stay like this all night. If it were up to me, we’d stay just like this forever.

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