Page 48 of Rebellious Hearts
He pulled the panties down, leaving me completely naked, and then he kneeled in front of me.
Ben’s hands slid around my legs, pushing them apart. He kissed the inside of my thigh, nipping and licking his way up until his mouth was against my sex.
My legs quivered, my breath caught in my throat, and Ben teased my clit with his tongue, flicking back and forth.
I groaned, gripping his shoulders, and he pressed a finger against my opening. He slid it inside me, stroking in and out as he sucked on my clit, turning me into a puddle of lust.
It wasn’t long before I gasped for breath, my body trembling as I came closer and closer to the edge.
Ben licked and sucked my clit, sliding another finger into me, upping his pace, and I couldn’t hold it anymore. He pushed meover the edge, and I cried out when waves of pleasure washed over me.
I moaned and shuddered, the orgasm hitting me hard; Ben kept his fingers moving inside me, drawing it out. The pleasure took my breath away, the orgasm reaching its peak, and then I slumped against the wall, gasping.
“Bedroom,” Ben groaned, working his way up my body, dragging his mouth over my body, leaving a trail of kisses in his wake. He pressed his lips against mine, and I tasted myself on him.
“Bedroom,” Ben murmured again, with his lips against mine.
I nodded, breathless.
We stumbled toward his room, kissing as we went as Ben tried to get out of his shoes, his pants, and finally his boxers as we reached his bed. His suite was identical to mine, with the king-sized bed in the middle. When we reached it, I pushed Ben onto it.
He was hard, slick from his need for me; I climbed onto his lap, straddling him. I didn’t want to get on him just yet.
I planted kisses on his chest, working my way down his muscles. They bunched as he clenched when I tickled him with my nails and my tongue. His body was incredible and I couldn’t get enough of him.
When I reached his groin, I wrapped my fingers around his shaft, and Ben groaned. He looked down at me, his eyes filled with heat.
“Fuck,” he whispered when I licked the head of his cock.
I slid him into my mouth, slowly, teasingly, and his eyes rolled back.
I bobbed my head up and down, sliding my mouth up and down his length. I swirled my tongue around his head, tasting his precum, and he groaned.
He grabbed the back of my head, and I sucked him hard. I wanted him to come, wanted to taste him, and I picked up my pace.
But just before he could tip over the edge, Ben groaned. “Sofia,” he murmured.
He wrapped his hands around my wrists and pulled me up. I climbed onto the bed, aching to have him inside me.
“Do you have a condom?” I asked.
“Shit. Yeah.” He reached for the nightstand and found a foil, ripping it open and making quick work of wrapping himself up. When he was ready, I straddled his hips again and grinded against his shaft. He let out a groan, and I leaned down, my hair hanging onto his chest.
Ben’s eyes were dark when they locked onto mine. His hands went to my hips, gripping tightly, and I leaned forward, pressing my breasts against his chest as I kissed him hard.
He lifted his hips, pressing his erection against my clit, and I shivered.
I reached down, grabbing his cock, and I sank down, taking him in.
Ben was thick and hard, and he stretched me. I gasped at his size and shifted as he buried himself inside me.
“Oh, fuck,” Ben groaned when I began rocking my hips, riding him.
“Yes,” I moaned.
I set the pace, moving faster and faster, rocking. Ben gripped my hips, thrusting into me, matching my movements, and soon, our bodies moved in unison, chasing an orgasm.
The bed groaned, and the mattress springs squeaked, and sweat slicked our skin.
