Page 33 of His Dirty Obsession
“Not…yet,” he grunted as he spoke. He had to be close.
“Now, please.” I’d never felt pleasure like this before. I was so close but so far away at the same time. One touch, though, and I’d blow. I might not have even needed that.
Ben’s breath became as erratic as his movements, but he carried on. We were both sweating now, our bodies slick. I turned my head, capturing Ben’s lips with mine. Sex had never been this good with anyone.
He released my hip, finally reaching round to grip my dick. It wouldn’t take much.
Two strokes was all it took, and I shouted as a powerful orgasm ripped through me. I fell forward, leaning my hands on the table as Ben finally slowed behind me, but I couldn’t stop.
“Fuck,” I cried, almost losing myself to my climax.
I felt the weight of Ben on top of me as he slumped forward, as spent as I was. It’d been a hard fucking, and I’d loved every minute. Pretty sure Ben had too.
My legs shook with the effort of holding us up. Sensing my discomfort, Ben peeled himself off me, slowly withdrawing. I instantly missed the feel of him, both inside and out. He’d given me what I’d craved, what I’d been obsessing over this past week. I wanted it again and again.
I almost purred as Ben rubbed my back rhythmically, placing tender kisses along my spine.
“That was amazing. Did I hurt you?” His concern was genuine, but I was quick to ease his mind.
“No, not at all.” I stood straight, turning to face him. “It was worth the wait; I’ll say that.”
“I don’t think we’ll be waiting again, but we both need to get cleaned up. There’s spunk and lube everywhere, and one of us needs to scrub that table. I’m not eating my breakfast off that again!”
He eyed me with a look I’d not seen before on him. One of tenderness, and when he took my face in his hand, bringing it to him, I didn’t hesitate, kissing him with all I had. He’d ignited a passion inside me I knew would consume me if I let it, but he was worth it. I’d fallen for him, as much as I’d thought it was just a passing fancy, a little fun between two people.
It was so much more.
As I stepped closer, my foot landed in the now cooled spunk on the floor, reminding me we did indeed need to clean up.
“Fucking hell,” I said, breaking the kiss. I lifted my foot, trying not to overbalance.
“I’ll go get a cloth and get rid of this.” He showed me the now full condom in his hand and walked over to the bin, depositing it before grabbing a cloth and cleaning up the drying come from the floor.
“Shower, then bed, and maybe if you’re a good boy, I’ll wake you up in the night for another round.” He grabbed my arse as I walked up the stairs in front of him. “This is mine.”
Damn right it was, and I shuddered as he ran his finger down my crack, pressing against my hole. It was a little tender, nothing a little rest wouldn’t cure, and if he wanted to take me again later, I wasn’t going to argue.
True to his word, Ben woke me in the early hours with eager kisses and wandering hands. I lay on my back and watched as he slid into me, seeing the expression of pure bliss on his face as he did so. I was sure I wore the same look as he filled me completely. His rhythm was slow and sure, each movement deep. Neither of us held back with our love-making, both of us giving our all.
As he leaned down to kiss me, I wrapped my legs around his waist, forcing him deeper, shouting out as he nailed my prostate over and over. My dick throbbed between us, the friction of our bodies maximising the sensation. I wouldn’t last long at this rate. I was so close. We shared long, languid kisses full of passion and longing as he continued to fuck me.
This was the best sex I’d ever had, and Ben took his time, prolonging our pleasure, gentle moans filling the room as we finally came. Ben first, and me seconds later, coming into the soft hands of my lover as he stroked me. It was about as perfect as it could be.
We lay side by side, our breathing heavy, sweat glistening on our bodies. I’d imagined what it’d be like to have sex with Ben, but nothing had prepared me for how I felt this morning. I wondered if he felt the same.
“That was amazing,” I said, turning to look at his face, his hair plastered to his skin. We’d need another shower, but today was Sunday, and I was in no rush. There was no performance, so we had all day.
He turned to look at me, a satisfied smile on his face.
“It was pretty good.”
“Pretty good? Fuck, Ben.” I shook my head and reached for his hand, bringing it to my lips. “I loved every minute, both times.”
“Yeah? Me too. Took us a while, though.” He paused for a moment, indecision on his face.
“What’s wrong?”
“Why me, though?” He looked genuinely curious.
