Page 49 of Beyond the Summer

"I need you.I love you.Fuck me, please," I whispered back, gripping the edge of the counter.Our connection went beyond the physical—it was raw and real, a love that made us both feel seen and understood for who we truly were.

"Just me."He thrust again, his hand tightening around my throat."You're not a slut for anyone else, are you?"

"Only for you, Ben," I whimpered, pressing back against each thrust with an eagerness that I couldn't contain.I wanted to convince him that he was different, that he was the only one who'd ever made me feel this way, but it was difficult to find words with him wildly using my body like this.

As Ben's thrusts became more powerful, his body grounded me in the present moment, chasing the last of my worries away.All that mattered was us, here and now, lost in our base physical need for each other's bodies.

"I can't get enough of you," Ben murmured, his breathing ragged, his hands roaming roughly over my body as he found the perfect place to grip my hips and thrust deeper."Two weeks alone together might be the death of me."

I laughed roughly and peeked over my shoulder at him."No, it won't."

He captured my chin in his hand, twisting me around for the best kiss we could manage in this position as he slowly thrust into me from behind."No, it won't.It won't even be enough.I won't ever get enough."

Our whispered confessions melded with the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh as he drove me toward the brink of ecstasy.Soon, desperate need took over and he shoved me down, drilling into me harder than I thought possible.I reached for my cock, stroking myself through the jockstrap as he fucked me.The kitchen counter pressed against my chest, but the discomfort paled in comparison to the overwhelming sensations coursing through my body.

"Fuck, Sutton," Ben gripped one of my legs and lifted my knee onto the counter, twisting my body to gain deeper access."You're so fucking perfect.You belong to me, baby."

His whispered words sent shivers down my spine, further propelling me into a state of bliss.I was limp in his arms, but this time I wasn't just a hole to be used—I was owned, needed, wanted.And that was so much better.I could hardly form coherent thoughts, let alone respond verbally.All I could do was moan in agreement, reveling in the knowledge that I belonged to him in every sense of the word.

"Every inch of your gorgeous body is mine.No one else gets to have this, understand?"

"Y-yes," I stammered, my voice strained from pleasure.This connection we shared went beyond anything I had ever experienced before, filling my heart with a joy I didn't know was possible.I couldn't imagine being happier than I was right there with Ben, our bodies entwined and our souls connected.

Ben's strong hand pushed mine out of the way and slipped beneath my underwear to wrap around my cock, drawing me close to orgasm with a few skilled touches.My heart raced as he stroked me in rhythm with his thrusts, the combination of sensations overwhelming my senses.

"I'm close.Can I come?"

"Not yet."Holding off until he allowed me to have what I craved was one of my favorite things, and I fought back the overwhelming pressure of my orgasm, shaking with the effort as he took my body closer and closer to the brink.He tipped his head down and bit my neck, holding me pinned as he worked my body over in the most delicious way possible.And I waited for his permission, and he waited until I'd begged for it.

"Please."The word was a mantra, slipping from my lips with every thrust, with every touch, and I felt him getting closer, felt his own movements grow frantic with his need.

"Let go, baby," Ben finally urged, his breath hot against my neck."Come for me.I want to feel you lose control.I want to fill you up while you're coming."

My body tightened at his words, and as if on cue, I felt a wave of pleasure crash over me.My orgasm tore through me, leaving me breathless and shaking as I spilled myself onto Ben's hand.

"Shit, Sutton," Ben grunted, his thrusts growing more erratic.With a final, desperate push, I felt him release inside me, filling me with his warmth as we both clung to each other, our bodies slick with sweat and spent passion.

As our breathing slowly returned to normal, Ben pressed sweet kisses to my shoulder and pulled out carefully, making sure I was okay.He disappeared into the bathroom for a moment, returning with a warm cloth to clean us both up.

"Are you alright?"Ben asked softly, concern etched across his handsome features while he gently wiped away the mess.He shoved his shorts back into place and pulled me into a warm hug.

"More than alright," I smiled at him, feeling a warmth spread through my chest that had nothing to do with sex."Being with you like this… it really helps clear my mind."

"Sex therapy, huh?"Ben chuckled, tossing the cloth aside and pulling me into his strong arms."If it helps, I'm more than happy to provide that service."

"Good," I grinned, nuzzling against his chest."Because I'll be needing a lot of therapy.Constant therapy."

Ben grinned, kissing my forehead."Being with you has helped my social anxiety, too.Something about focusing on you and what you need makes me forget to freak out."

"Really?"I asked, feeling warmth spread through me at his admission.

"Well, it's not a miracle cure.If you take me to a party, I'll still be in the corner with my book," he said, his eyes filled with laughter."But when I'm with you, all the chaos in my mind fades away.You make me feel grounded and present, like nothing else matters as long as we're together."

"So we kind of fix each other," I replied shyly, a flush creeping up my cheeks.It felt like a bold statement, but somehow, in that moment, it felt true.

Ben smiled and leaned down to capture my lips in a gentle kiss."Maybe we do," he murmured against my mouth."Though I suspect you need some intense therapy, too."

I laughed."With a father like mine, probably years of it."

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