Page 9 of Rebellious Hearts
His hands slid my panties and my jeans down, slowly peeling them off my legs.
I kicked off my shoes and stepped out of them, and Ben threw one leg over his shoulder, exposing me to him. He breathed in before he rolled his eyes up at me.
“I’m dying for this,” he growled.
“Ben, oh God.” I moaned when his tongue slid against my clit, and I felt my insides turn to liquid.
He licked me again and again, and I bucked against his mouth. He chuckled and pushed his fingers against my opening, teasing, not giving me what I needed. I gasped when he sucked my clit into his mouth, his fingers still just resting against my entrance. He was driving me crazy, pushing me toward an orgasm but not letting me get too close.
“Please,” I moaned. “Please.”
“Since you asked so nicely,” he muttered against me and thrust his finger into me, his tongue working my clit.
I bucked and moaned and cried out.
Ben growled against my pussy, and the vibrations were almost enough to send me over the edge.
“Ben,” I warned, my voice strangled. “I’m so close.”
“Then let go,” he said and thrust another finger into me.
I cried out, feeling the orgasm wash over me, and I clenched my muscles, riding it out, my vision going blank. Ben didn’t stop sucking and licking, and he didn’t stop thrusting his fingers. He drew it out, and then the second climax came right on the heels of the first.
My legs shook and I couldn’t stand. Ben wrapped his arms around me and pulled me away from the wall. He kicked his own shoes off and lifted me so that I wrapped my legs around his hips. He kissed me again and walked out of the foyer and into his apartment.
He carried me through the dark apartment to a room where he flipped a light switch and laid me down on a large king-size bed. He climbed on top of me, his weight welcome and comforting, and he kissed me. I tasted myself on his lips, and he slipped his tongue into my mouth again, groaning.
“You’re fucking hot, Sofia,” he said against my lips.
I slid my hands over his torso, pulling up his shirt, and he groaned, kissing me harder.
I pushed him away gently and sat up.
“Your turn,” I whispered.
He smiled, and his eyes darkened. He rolled onto his back, and I unbuttoned his jeans. Before I pulled them down, I pulled my top over my head and undid my bra, dropping it to the floor. I let Ben stare at my nakedness, drinking in the way his eyes roamed over my body.
“Fuck,” he breathed.
I pulled his jeans down enough that his cock sprung free, and I gasped.
He was massive, and the tip was already wet with precum.
Ben smiled a crooked smile and reached for me, sliding his hands around my back and pulling me to him. He kissed me, his cock sliding against my leg, and the kiss grew deeper. He groaned when I moved, and the shaft slipped between my legs, resting against my opening.
“I want to fuck you so bad, Sofia,” Ben groaned.
“So do it.”
I wanted him inside me, filling me up.
He reached into the side table drawer and pulled out a foil package. He rolled it on and settled back onto the bed.
I climbed onto him and slowly, inch by glorious inch, lowered myself onto his cock.
I cried out as I was filled, stretching around him, and Ben gripped my hips.
“God, you’re so fucking tight,” he said through gritted teeth.
