Page 89 of Stick Side
Melody whimpered her acknowledgment. Now that she’d seen him in all his naked glory, she couldn’t help but agree.
“Let me help you, sweetheart,” Ben appealed as he brought his thumb into play to caress her clit and outer lips. “Let me help you feel good.”
Melody rocked her hips experimentally.
“That’s it, sweetheart,” Ben encouraged. “Fuck my fingers.”
Unable to resist heeding his directives, Melody did as he bid her, pumping her hips up and down onto his hand.
“That’s right,” Ben instructed. “Use my fingers to make yourself feel good.”
Melody allowed herself to let go in a way she never imagined she could. She canted her hips this way and that, experimenting with different angles and depths, using Ben’s fingers to bring herself closer and closer to orgasm.
“Keep going,” Ben praised. “You’re almost there.”
He released a sexy growl as she increased her tempo. “God, sweetheart,” he groaned. His voice was pure pleasure-pain if she’d ever heard it. “Keep going. I’m not letting you go until you come so hard you soak my fingers and your juices run down my hand.”
Melody lost it after that. Between his dirty words and the magic of his fingers, her mind was blanking on anything but the pleasure flooding her system. It had been such a long time since she’d felt anywhere close to this good that all she could do was chase the climax she felt building.
“I’m so close,” Melody whimpered. “I just need—”
She screamed when Ben hooked his fingers into what she could only guess was her metaphorical and hitherto yet-to-be-found G-spot. Pleasure crashed down upon her in waves.
“Oh my God. Oh my God,” she chanted as Ben worked her through her climax.
Her nipples tingled. Her pussy throbbed. She was spent, but also not ready for any of this to end. Sex with Ben was absolute magic.
“Holy shit,” she breathed when she started to come down from her orgasmic cloud. “That was . . . That was . . .”So incredible that words didn’t seem like they would suffice.
“Just the beginning,” Ben observed.
He held her gaze before bringing his hand up to his face and licking her moisture off his fingers. Ben’s eyes closed and a happy smile lit his lips.
“Delicious,” he observed as his eyes popped back open.
“Are you ready for more, sweetheart, or do you need a moment?” Ben asked.
She gulped but nodded. “I’m ready.” She cleared her throat, the better to regain the full strength of her voice after all the screaming and moaning she’d just done. “I want to feel you inside me.”
Ben’s smile was all man. “Just give me one second,” he said. He took a few long strides away from her and bent down to pull his wallet out of his discarded pants. He flipped it open and extracted a foil packet.
Ben ripped the packet open with his teeth and dropped to his knees. Melody stared, no small bit transfixed, as he rolled the condom down his impressive length.
Melody eyed him appreciatively. “Next time,” she said, “I want to taste you, too.”
His cock visibly bobbed up and down, as though nodding its excitement at the mere mention of the idea. Melody stored the information away for future reference.
Ben settled himself between her thighs and lined himself up with her. He cradled her face with one of his large but oh-so-gentle hands. “I don’t plan on ever letting you go,” he explained with passionate tenderness. “We have a lifetime to try it all.”
Ben brought his lips down to hers in a sweet kiss before easing inside her.
Melody’s breath caught as he edged inside her, inch by careful inch. He took it slow, allowing her body the time it needed to stretch in order to accommodate him.
Her breath caught when he finally bottomed out. She couldn’t remember anything feeling as good as the sensation of Ben’s length between her thighs, but she couldn’t believe howfullshe felt. No doubt, every single millimeter of her sheath was squeezing around his cock.
Her eyes flicked up to his as she took a couple of deep breaths.
Warm fingers caressed her cheek. “Just take a moment,” he soothed. “I’ve got you, sweetheart.”
