Page 68 of Wine Whiskey & Lipstick

“I might be a little clumsy.” Dillyn walked Ben backward to the couch, and he lowered them down. Steadying herself by placing her palms on his shoulders, Dillyn got up on her knees. She lifted her leg and moved it over the side of his hip until she was in a straddling position. “But I need you.” Her eyes bore into his. “I’m aching to be filled by you.”

Ben was always hungry for her, and the look of pure desire in her eyes was almost his undoing. He didn’t have the willpower or want to deny her.

Ben captured her hips in his hands as he kissed her. Wrapping her arms around his neck, Dillyn kissed him back with everything she had inside. He outlined the seam of her lips with his tongue and slipped it inside her mouth. Dillyn was throbbing and wet. It didn’t take much with Ben. Slowly, she lowered her body onto the bulge in his jeans and rolled her hips.

He was hard.

The movement caused Ben to break the kiss so that he could take a breath, which lasted a second before he recaptured her mouth. Firmly, he gripped her hips and pressed her to his body. They were fully clothed, so it didn’t give either of them the satisfaction they sought. They only felt needier.

Dillyn was anxious to feel him inside her and sped up her movements. She liked to ride. It was her favorite position. And every time she brought her body down, Ben lifted upward, pressing into her swollen core. It triggered a pleasure so intense that she bit her lower lip as her head fell backward. The feeling was delicious, and her body wanted more.

She began to roll her hips uncontrollably back and forth over him. It was as if her body had a mind of its own.

Their breathing filled the room as each worked harder to get closer but not getting close enough.

Ben had been nervous that Dillyn might only be trying to make him feel better, butshe wanted him.He could feel the evidence of it on his stomach through the thin layer of her yoga pants. Her pussy was moist and hot. Nothing was more intoxicating than knowing your woman wanted you.

Finally, Ben was tired of playing games. His hands traveled down to Dillyn’s ass, and he got up from the sofa.

Dillyn’s eyes connected with his as her legs automatically wrapped around him. “I think I’m going to burn up,” she said in a breathless whisper.

Ben placed Dillyn on the bed and pulled those little black pants off in one single movement. I won’t let you do that.”

She was left wearing a little t-shirt. Dillyn lifted it from the bottom up and over her head as Ben removed his jeans and t-shirt.

“I still can’t believe all of that fits inside of me.” She rubbed her thighs together in anticipation.

Ben was fully aroused. His cocked jutted upward almost an inch or more above his navel. “I don’t mind proving it to you over and over again.”

Dillyn let her legs fall apart, exposing her slick folds. Her voice was husky. “Come here.” She crooked her index finger and beckoned Ben to come to her.

Ben climbed onto the bed and between her welcoming thighs.

Dillyn couldn’t stop squirming. His cock was pulsing, and it was positioned just underneath her ass.

“You’re beautiful.” Ben looked into desire-filled eyes that were half-closed. He’d made it a practice to always stare deeply into them before entering her. It coincided with a promise he’d made to Dillyn—he would chase away the ghosts. It would take time, but it was a promise Ben planned to make good on. Knowing that he gave her pleasure unlike anyone else on the planet made him harder than anything.

Ben leaned down and kissed her again. Their tongues swirled hungrily around each other. With each passing moment, they became increasingly eager to become one.

Her nipples were pressed against his chest, causing an even more fiery reaction. They had already pebbled into tight little buds.

His hands roamed all over her body—touching, feeling, stroking—until Dillyn was almost begging for him.

Dillyn needed to touch him, and she did. Her hands were everywhere. Anywhere she could reach. At the same time, she rubbed her pussy lips up and down the length of his cock. Dillyn would get him close to entering her, but Ben kept denying her the satisfaction.

Finally, she captured the object of her desire in her hand. Her movements weren’t soft or tender. It wasn’t what either of them needed.

Ben lost all coherent thought at her touch, except one. “Look at me, Dillyn.” He struggled to keep some measure of control as Dillyn pleasured him with her hand.

It was a miracle Ben’s voice broke through her sexual haze. Dillyn’s eyes fluttered open. She could tell by the look in his eyes that Ben didn’t have any restraint left.Thank God.

Ben covered her hand with his and guided Dillyn toward her opening. She was dripping wet, and it was all over the sheets.

He needed to be buried balls deep inside of her.

Ben thrust forward, and Dillyn’s body welcomed him. “Mmm . . .” She moaned as her muscles clenched around his velvety thickness.

He captured the fleshy part of her ass in his hands and squeezed while holding her steady. Ben pulled almost all the way out only to surge forward even harder. He did it again and again and again.

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