Page 7 of Naughty Neighbor

My hands fumbled, trying to pull down his pants while maintaining our kiss. I didn't want to break the connection, but Ben had about 5 seconds before I was going to explode. I wanted to feel more of him.

“Bedroom, now,” I told him between kisses.

A whiskey laced chuckle sounded. “Yes, ma'am.” Together we stood, hands roaming freely — a pinch of my nipples, a bite of the lip. Ben cupped my ass. “Jump,” he commanded.

Not needing to be told twice, I did just that. I leaped into his arms as we began making our way to the bedroom.

His apartment must have been the mirror image of mine because he didn't need directions. Just kicked open the door and laid me on my crisp white duvet.

We needed to remove the rest of our clothes. “Get naked,” I told him as I pulled down my yoga pants.

“Fuck, neighbor.” Ben stared at my bare pussy. I didn't like underwear and I liked to be clean as a whistle down there.

Reactions like this were why I always kept my bi-monthly waxing appointment. He didn’t bother with my request. Just stood there in all his shirtless glory to look at me.

I slipped my hand down my taut stomach and began to play with myself, waiting for him to remove his shorts. “Your turn.”

In two seconds, Ben was naked and climbing over me.

My eyes went wide as I got a full look at what he was working with. It was my turn to stare. At least 8 inches long and incredibly thick, I licked my lips in anticipation. My hand trailed down his muscled body to grasp it.

I began stroking him, but he moved on top of me, restricting my movements. He claimed my lips fiercely, while his right hand palmed my pussy. “God, you're sexy.”

Slowly he went from cupping me to inserting a finger into my ready and willing core. I sucked in a quick breath at the invasion before he started slowly stroking in and out.

He groaned, pressing his forehead into mine. “You're so wet for me.”

When he inserted a second and then a third, I arched my back, abandoning any attempt at reciprocation, his fingers rubbed that spot inside of me with fury. As if it were a race to see how quickly he could make me come. I braced myself with one hand on his arm and one hand on the headboard behind me.

While his fingers worked me inside out, his other hand continued to explore my breasts. He tweaked my pebbled nipple, then brought his lips back down, tugging on it.

He kissed his way down my body, and my breath grew unsteady as he headed lower and lower.

I hissed as his tongue traced the outside of my lips, while his fingers continued their exploration.

My breaths became shorter and shorter as I felt myself on the cusp of orgasm. “This is probably a bad time to ask,” Ben started talking. I tried to shut him by lifting my hips, but it did nothing to stop him. Fortunately, his fingers never stopped moving back and forth inside me. “But if you are about to come on my hand, I think it would be at least a good idea to know your name, seeing as you already know mine.”

I'd laugh if I weren't so close to release. “Orgasm now, introductions later.” I smacked his arm while thrusting my hips to meet his eager fingers, riding them hard.

“Deal,” he agreed, replacing his thumb with his tongue to work my nub, threatening to send me over the edge.

“Don't stop. Don't stop,” I begged. My hand clawed into his arm as a cascade of warmth and relaxation made its way through my entire body.

I dropped my hand from his arm, my body limp. “Not bad, naughty neighbor.” I patted his cheek for a job well done.

He grasped my hand as it met his cheek and lowered it to his hard member. “We aren't quite done yet.”

Ben licked his fingers clean, tasting every last drop of me. “You do taste delicious…” he trailed off, remembering we had pressed the pause button on introductions. I held back a smile. Oh, how I enjoyed watching him squirm.

“Quinn. I'm Quinn. You just made Quinn come.”

I looked up at him through my lowered eyelids and gave him a languid smile. “I'm actually kind of tired.” I sat up, pushing myself back into the headboard.

“Are you sure you are tired, Quinn? I know how to wake you up.” He lowered until our faces were meeting once again. My traitorous eyes darted to his lips and before I knew it, he had captured mine again with his own.

Without thinking, I wrapped my arms around him, pulling him fully on top of me and loving the weight of him. I could lay with him on top of me all night.

That was something that couldn't be replicated with my fingers or with my vibrator, Fabio.

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