“Fuck, that was hot,” he groans and changes his angle so he’s somehow buried even deeper than I thought possible. “Give me one more, baby.”
My nails rake down his back, my head shaking side to side as I feel the telltale signs of another rapidly approaching orgasm. His fingers find my clit. The touch sends me hurdling over the precipice. My body seizes with another orgasm. Ben’s hips stutter jerkily as I milk his cock. He lets out a heavy groan as he comes. The sensation of him coming inside of me makes my muscles contract around him. Almost like my body was trying to squeeze every last drop out of his hard cock.
When my soul returns to my body, I realize Ben has me cradled in his chest with one arm around my shoulders and his head resting next to my ear. We’re both still breathing heavily, and I relax my tight hold on his back.
“Wow.”
He lifts his head, looks at me for bated breath, and then chuckles softly. “Yeah. Wow.”
He separates our bodies gingerly, and I whimper as his body slips out of mine, already missing his fullness. I startle in awareness as I feel his cum leaking out of me. My eyes are wide with panic, but before I can move, Ben grabs his discarded shirt and cleans me up with rapt attention.
“Mmm… I love seeing my cum dripping out of this needy pussy. I might have to fill it up again just to see this every time.” I flush with both heat and embarrassment. Why does that turnme on so much? The thought of having someone come inside me before was always disgusting to me. Logan always pulled out and came on my belly or back, but he never dared to come inside of me. I’m surprised by how wet and sticky everything feels, but knowing that it turns Ben on makes me eager for it to happen again. This is probably some kind of kink that I haven’t read about yet, but I’ll need to find some new reading material, STAT!
Once I’m cleaned up to Ben’s satisfaction, he moves to get up but tells me not to move a muscle. He covers me with a blanket draped over the side of the couch and disappears to the bathroom. I hear the water running before he returns with a wet towel in one hand. He moves the blanket so I’m bared to him again before using the warmed towel to clean between my legs with tenderness. I gasp and arch away when his hands brush my overly sensitive clit. He covers my body with the blanket again and grabs the dirty shirt.
“Stay here,” he instructs as he disappears around the corner. I’m lying naked on the couch with a blanket to keep me warm in the most amazing post-coital fog of my life. Ben comes back, scoops me up in his arms, and heads to my bedroom. He’s pulled the covers back and lays me down gently before climbing in.
I fall asleep to the sound of his heartbeats, and I feel like the luckiest person in the world.
28
emily
Imight have unlocked a caged beast. Ever since we had sex on the couch a few nights ago, Ben has been insatiable. We ended up both calling out of work the following day and spent the time alternating between fucking each other’s brains out or eating to replenish our energy stores, only to go back at it like rabbits in the springtime.
I’ve lost track of the number of times he’s made me come, but I know that it’s many more times than he has. It’s like he’s a man possessed and obsessed with making me come. We have fucked in every single room in the apartment, in every imaginable position, and some new ones I had never tried before. By the time it was evening, I had to tap out and beg for rest. My poor vagina was so overworked she did not know what was happening.
We’re getting ready to visit Jason and Amanda at the hospital. Their son was born last night, and we each got a text from the parents with adorable newborn photos attached. I’m pulling an oversized sweater over my head when I hear Ben open my bedroom door. I can feel the heat of his gaze on me, and sure enough, when my vision clears, he’s laser-focused on me. I put my hands up in a gesture to help ward him off.
“If we don’t leave right now, we’ll never leave the apartment.”
I back away as he slowly advances, and my back hits my dresser.
“Ben! I’m serious! We need to go now.” He approaches me and cages me in with his warm body. He bends his head down so his nose is grazing my ear as he takes a deep breath. After a moment, he exhales in a huff and leaves a chaste kiss on my forehead.
“Fine. You’re right. Get your sweet ass in my car before I change my mind.”
I fled from him, the sound of his amused laughter ringing in my ears. His joy resonates within me, a warm hum vibrating deep in my chest, like a sunbeam bursting through the clouds and filling my body with his warmth and light.
“He is so cute!” I gush over the less-than-twenty-four-hour-old baby swaddled and cradled in my arms. Amanda gave birth to sweet baby Alexander Joseph, and she barely looks like she broke a sweat. I swear, she always looks good, even on her worst days. Something I can’t ever claim, but at least today, I got dressed and left the apartment.
I’m sitting in the uncomfortable armchair while the two men chatter in the corner. Looking down at the little bundle of joy in my arms, I get a sensation I’ve never felt before. I wonder what it would be like to holdmybundle of joy in my arms. I never wanted to have children before. I’ve always known that I enjoy my independent life, free from the worries of childcare. Mytraumatic childhood and lack of parental contact likely explain my aversion to having children.
But sitting here, in this moment, with another woman’s child in my arms, I feel a tug at my psyche. Maybe the reason I could never see myself having children before also had to do with the guys I was dating. I could never picture co-parenting with anyone else.
With Ben, though, I can see a fuzzy future of the two of us with a couple of kids. The thought shocks me so much that I feel my body stiffen.
Slowly, I raise my head, and our eyes meet. A jolt of awareness, like a sudden electric current, passes between us. His expression softens as he studies me intently. His gaze roams over me as I cradle the sleeping baby with his tiny hand gripping my finger tightly. Ben’s eyes sparkle with intense passion at the sight, and I shiver in response.
I swear he has the same thought process before Jason’s loud voice breaks our staring match.
“How’s the apartment treating you guys?” Jason looks at me, and I’m sure he doesn’t miss the way Ben was staring at me.
“It’s great,” Ben answers with a sly grin.
I duck my head to hide my blush and pretend to coo over the snoring baby. We keep the visit short as other visitors trickle in. I hand the baby back to Amanda and give her a one-arm hug. Before I let her go, she turns to look at me and says softly under her breath, “Looks like you two are getting along.”
I pull away, and she smirks at me. I didn’t think Ben and I were obvious, but I guess we weren’t as discreet as we thought we were.
