Page 39 of Standing Still

I make quick work of getting it open, flicking the button, and dragging the zipper down. Ben hisses as my hands meet the thick hot flesh of his shaft, his hands leave my breasts and plant against the wall on either side of my head, his lowers so his forehead is on my shoulder, but he is watching my hand as it works up and down, smearing the pre-ejaculate around the head of his dick.

For a moment, he just stays there, letting my hand work him over. I’m not about to do all the work, though. I tug him a little harder and he looks up at me, his pupils completely blown, then he kisses me again, harder and more thoroughly than I remember ever being kissed.

His hands finally work at my jeans and once they’re undone, he shoves them down. I stamp them out of the way and kick them off to the side, pushing at his until they drop to his ankles. He steps out of them as I roll his underwear down, freeing him completely.

I don’t know why I gasp when I see all of him. I’ve had him in my hand for the last few minutes. I know how big he is and so damn hard. Ben hitches his hands under my thighs and lifts me, pinning me against the wall with his hips, his erection grinding into me.

At this point, my underwear is destroyed, so when he grabs at it and it tears, I don’t even care. He spins and walks me towards the bed, but he doesn’t put me down. He presses me against another wall and blindly gropes at the bedside table drawer. He hands me the condom as he kisses my throat again.

Thank Christ he thought of this because I was about to do something completely reckless. He moves back only enough for me to roll the condom over him and then he leans so my shoulder blades are against the wall, but my ass is pulled away. I wrap my legs around his hips and cross my ankles at his back as he pushes into me. It isn’t slow, but he doesn’t slam into me either. He moves halfway in and lifts his head to look at me.

“Don’t stop,” I groan.

His lip tilts up on one side and he nips my lower lip as he pushes the rest of the way in. “Forgot how fucking amazing you feel,” he says, pulling back a little, then slamming in again so he is fully seated inside me. “Fuck.”

Ben tips his head back, one hand clamping so hard on my upper thigh I’m sure there will be fingerprint bruises there tomorrow and I don’t care one bit. I push my hips against him as he thrusts into me, his breath coming in sharp bursts. I can’t stop myself from clenching tight around him, feeling that familiar fluttering inside. I’m about to come far too quickly.

“Yes,” he grunts. “Squeeze me, Elle. Shit like that. Yes,” he pushes one hand up through my hair at the side of my cheek and tilts my head so I’m looking at him.

Ben pins me with his gaze as he pushes into me again and again, watching me closely as the orgasm finally hits me. I break eye contact when my head tips back at the sheer explosion of ecstasy as it takes over my body and I cry out.

Ben strokes me slowly through it, his hand cupping the side of my face. My heart is slamming against my chest as my head drops and I look at him.

He brushes his fingers over my collar bone, up my jaw and across my lips, then he leans in and touches his lips to mine. It is only gentle for a moment, then I gasp sharply as he grinds against me, still so full of his dick. He shifts, getting a better grip of me under my ass before he lets go, pounding into me. All I can do is hold on to his shoulders as he takes what he needs.

“Shit,” I feel another orgasm coming. It’s near on impossible for me to come this much through straight sex, but something about Ben is making my body react in the best possible way.

“Yeah, Elle, that’s it baby, give me another one,” he thrusts deeper, and he brings his hand down to stroke my clit between us. I feel him thicken when his last thrust pushes me up the wall, making me explode all over him again with a keening sound I’ve never heard from myself before. Ben groans through it, his muscular chest pushing my breasts flat against him.

I feel strangely dazed, like I’ve had an out-of-body experience. As I catch my breath, my clenched muscles slowly relax into his hold. For a moment, neither of us speak, nor even make eye contact. His head is hanging, looking down at where we’re joined.

When he helps lower me to the ground, my legs feel weak, and I wobble enough that he has to steady me. He looks at me then. We’re still pressed together, our chests slick with sweat. He reaches up and smooths my hair back off my face.

“You good?” he asks softly.

“So good,” I sigh.

He steps back and slides his hand down my arm, taking hold of my hand. His eyes take me in, roaming over my body like he can’t get enough of me. I’m not usually embarrassed about my body, but I’m not the young girl he once knew. There is more flesh where there never used to be, not as much elasticity as an eighteen-year-old. I suddenly feel vulnerable under the perusal. His eyes meet mine and all I see there is lust and desire.

“Come on,” he kisses me before stepping back, but he doesn’t let go of my hand. “My shower is big enough for two.”

Chapter Sixteen

I wake up slowly, my head rolling on the pillow. At first, I’m not sure why I feel so damn good, then the awareness of a body beside me wakes me fully. I open my eyes and turn to see the thick layers of long, dark hair on the pillow beside me. Her back is bare, all the way down to the curve of her ass, where her hips flare out from her waist.

I’m shocked as shit to see a tattoo there. A tulip runs the length of her spine, but the stem is made up of words. I know why I didn’t notice it when we were showering. I was far too focused on other things but now I tilt my head to make out the words, but they’re not in English.

Momentarily distracted by the beautiful naked woman, I start to come to my senses. Jesus Christ, what the hell were we thinking? I can’t even say alcohol was involved. Although we’d both had a couple of beers at my parent’s place, we were by no means drunk when we left. I’m undecided on whether that makes this better or worse.

It doesn’t feel like it was a bad thing. In fact, I’d thoroughly fucking enjoyed myself. Not only is Elle much more experienced, andway more adventurous than she’d been when we were teenagers, she is a lot more woman, too. She is self-conscious about her body, although she exudes confidence I could tell she worried about it, so I'd done everything I could to stave off any concerns.

She is fucking beautiful. Sure, her tits are rounder, fuller, but that is a good thing. Her hips may be slightly thicker, but still unbelievably sexy, I kept telling her over and over how fucking hot she is, particularly when she pushed me over and straddled me, riding me, and looking like a fucking goddess with the lamplight shining on her, as her body writhed over me.

I reach up and put one arm behind my head as I stare at the ceiling. I don’t want to wake her because the spell will be broken, we will have to face up to the consequences of what we did last night and even though I don’t regret it, I’ve no way of knowing how she will feel about it.

She was a willing participant. Very much so, but we have a past and a present, that this will affect. I shift slightly and feel a tightness in my thigh muscles. It’s been a long time since I fucked a woman up against a wall.

Ever since the kiss on the boat, fucking her had been on my mind. What red-blooded man wouldn’t have spent the entire night thinking about fucking a woman after a kiss like that? We hadn’t talked much after she practically rode me into a coma. I’d barely got rid of the condom before I was succumbing to sleep. Elle pressed up against my side, all pliant and warm.

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