Page 55 of Home to Me

Consequences be damned, Lauren thought. She threw her arms around Ben’s neck and hopped off of her feet, wrapping her long legs around his waist as far as her tight, thigh-length sheath would let her.

Ben slid his strong hands down from where they’d been holding her waist and cupped her ass, holding her up off the ground as they kissed passionately, their tongues intertwining as if in battle, their lips pushing against each other urgently, their passion building to a fever pitch.

As they kissed, Ben carried her to the counter and set her down on it, never breaking his mouth from hers.

Lauren ran her hands up and down his back, not bothering to be gentle or to let her fingers slide over the surface of his skin with a smoothly light touch. No. She wanted him, and she was going to take what she wanted with tiger-like ferocity.

Ben was progressing with the same turbulent frenzy, his hands running over her body with a savage and unrestrained fervor. Whether he was following her lead or merely having a parallel experience, Lauren didn't much care. All she knew was that the feral intensity with which he was grasping her, the untamed ardor with which his hands and mouth roamed over her, was bringing the passion building inside of her to new heights.

Ben roughly pushed her skirt higher on her thighs, disregarding the fact that it was an unforgiving fabric. In a distant corner of her brain, Lauren heard the skirt rip, but rather than making her worry about how she would explain the situation to Barbara and Marlene later, it only sent an electric jolt of passion through her body so intense that it made her positively lightheaded.

Lauren wrapped her legs even tighter around Ben's waist, bringing her feet up and digging her heels into the small of his back to gain greater leverage. She knew that now both her fingernails and her sharp heels were digging into his skin.

Right now, Lauren was completely engrossed in what she was feeling. She was out to take her own pleasure. It was an erotic thrill she’d never experienced before, and it definitely seemed to be having the ironic but beneficial side effect of turning Ben on even more.

Ben moved his hands to her thighs, sliding them upwards forcefully, pushing her skirt all the way up to her waist. Now the only thing separating Ben's body from her sensitive, hot folds was a tiny slip of a garment, built of the flimsiest lace and silk.

Lauren pushed her feet down from Ben's waist, hooking her heels into the waistband of his boxer briefs as they moved. She slid them down, and as she did, she moved her hands down the length of his back to grasp his newly uncovered and rock-hard ass.

When Lauren realized that Ben's boxer briefs were not going to slide smoothly down his legs because they were getting caught up on his enormous erection, she moved her hands around his waist, slipping them down his torso and causing him to groan. She then continued their trip farther down his body to unhook his boxer briefs and free his manhood from its containment.

Placing one hand on his shoulder and neck for balance, she used the other to grip his erection, stroking it slowly up and down, feeling him shudder and getting a strong erotic charge herself every time she felt a wave of pleasure roll through his body.

As she used her hand on his member, she felt the skin of his shoulder and back grow clammy and his breathing sped up, as did hers. Their mouths were so close together, their connection so visceral and deep, that she was having a hard time telling where her breath left off and Ben's began.

Ben moved his hands up and down the outside of her thighs. He grasped the thin strings that formed the sides of her panties and attempted to pull them down more than once, but because of the angle of her legs, he wasn’t able to make much progress.

It was clear to her that, by the way he was caressing her legs with a slight downward pressure and the way he continually tried and failed to make progress pulling her panties farther down her thighs, he was trying to give her subtle hints to unwrap her legs from around his waist so that he could remove her most personal undergarment.

She smiled to herself.

She was ignoring him.

For one thing, she was perfectly happy here, with her legs luxuriously wrapped around him, stroking his powerful erection, watching the pleasure in his face as she moved her hand.

Secondly, she was interested to see where he would go with it. How would he move the encounter forward? What technique would he use? What would he do? What would he say?

She liked watching him work it all out.

After a couple more tries, he leaned his head down to whisper in her ear, “Baby, I want to be inside you...”

She smiled and playfully bit his earlobe, her busy hand never losing its rhythm. “Yes,” she confirmed, her voice raspy.

He stroked and subtly cajoled with his hands for a few more moments before finally asking her directly. “Lauren,” he panted desperately, “put your legs down for a second so I can slide these down.”

She smiled wickedly, their faces less than an inch apart. “Rip them,” she whispered intensely.

His eyes widened, “Are you sure?”

Her grin spread further. “Rip. Them. Now,” she stated provocatively.

Ben groaned and buried his face in her neck, taking a firm hold on the silky material and ripping it off in one bold move.

Lauren's thrill of excitement at this strong action caused her to cry out in pleasure even though Ben's hands were actually nowhere on her body at that moment. Lauren felt herself trembling on the edge of a precipice, on the brink of falling off into the great unknown. But rather than shivering in fright at this prospect, she was bracing herself to readily leap from the cliff.

As soon as the fabric of her lacy undergarment cleared her body, she grasped Ben from behind, urging him with both her hands and her legs to enter her and complete their union. She needed to feel him inside of her, filling her, bringing her pleasure just as she was bringing the same to him.

After Ben tossed aside her panties, he grabbed a condom from the new roll that was sitting on the counter, ripped the wrapper with his teeth, and rolled the latex on with one practiced hand.

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