“Stop talking,” she commands me, and I can’t help but laugh. I kiss her softly once, twice, to distract her while my hand drifts from her breast to the waistband of her panties. My fingers dance along the edge, teasing her. She sucks in her belly sharply as my hand dips below the cotton fabric, and my fingers begin to explore her core.
“Yes,” she hisses. I raise an eyebrow; maybe I’m not the only one sexually frustrated.
I dip my finger slowly inside her and discover that she’s soaking wet. Greedy for more, I push all the way inside, and she gasps. Milly clings to me tightly as her legs part, a silent invitation to continue. I work my finger in and out, spreading her juiciness around her pussy. She starts to pant, but I don’t want her to come just yet. I want to prolong this pleasure. Just as she begins to tense, my finger is gone, and she cries out with disappointment.
“Not yet, sweetheart,” I admonish her lightly. I kneel before her and tug her panties down her thighs, letting them fall to the floor. She’s completely bare now, not a stitch of clothes on, and I’m ready to feast. I place my mouth over her softly, placing a reverent kiss on her center before gently spreading her thighs with my hands and swiping my tongue along her seam. Her sweet muskiness hits my tongue, and it’s pure heaven. Milly places her hands on top of my head and digs her fingers into my hair, grabbing the strands tightly in her fists as I continue to make a meal of her.
“Oh God,” Milly moans as she jerks away from me. I hold her tighter and yank her back for more, devouring every drop of her sweet juiciness. She continues her chorus of moans until I feel her tense and then shake with pleasure. She lets go of her death grip on my hair and stumbles her way to the couch.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful after you’ve come,” I say. I can’t take my eyes off her. Her blue gaze is hooded, and there’s a pink flush all over her creamy skin. Automatically, I take hold of my cock and stroke it. There’s only one place that I want to be right now, and that’s inside Milly.
Milly
Ben’s cock fills me perfectly, stretching me in the best way possible. I sigh into the sensation of being full as he waits for me to adjust. He’s such a gentleman; letting me crash in his spare room, eating me out, and then stuffing me full of his cock. He’s even using a condom. I can’t believe I had to cross an ocean to find this.
“Are you okay?” he asks politely, kissing my shoulder and then making his way down my chest.
“Perfect,” I answer him.
Ben shifts so that he’s on his knees, driving his dick deeper inside me. I groan with satisfaction, and he just smirks. Clearly, he knows what he’s got between his legs and how to use it. My legs drape around his waist, and he places his hands on my hips before thrusting slow and deep.
“Absolutely perfect,” he murmurs in agreement.
I stare up at him, absorbing the feeling of his hands on my body, the sensation of his cock thrusting in and out, and at that moment, I feel everything and nothing all at once. The combination of passion, desire, and touch fills and empties my mind. He makes me melt into a puddle of desires, feelings, and emotions until I submit to his hands, cock and mouth. It’s either Ben or nothing.
“Fuck, when you look at me like that,” he groans, sucking in a breath. He slides his cock almost all the way out and then thrusts hard and fast into me. I cry out in pleasure. He does this again, eliciting another cry.
“Touch yourself,” he commands. “I want to see you shaking with desire.”
My hand snakes between our sweat-soaked bodies to my drenched center. My fingers brush over my clit slowly, but it’s not enough. My body is tense with a burning need that Ben created.
“Keep touching yourself,” he urges me as his rhythm increases. I close my eyes, and my head falls back. I’m totally lost to him. I stroke my clit furiously to match his pace as my need for release intensifies. I hear a whine and realize it’s me.
“Please,” I beg him.
With his large hands, Ben pins my legs wide and pounds into me. I want to scream out because this is exactly what I need. He continues to punish me with each thrust of his cock while I continue to meet his demands, my fingers working my sensitive clit until I can’t stand it, and I give in completely. My body shakes below Ben’s massive frame as he buries himself deep inside me one final time. A feral sound escapes his lips before he collapses on top of me in a quivering, quaking heap.
“Jesus,” I hear him mutter. His hands leisurely explore my body as our breathing and heartrates return to a semi-normal state. He tips his head down and places a smacking kiss on my lips.
I’ve never been good at post-sex cuddling, and the longer Ben holds me, the more I want to squirm away. He saves me by popping up and walking into the kitchen to dispose of the condom. I turn onto my stomach and watch his magnificent ass on full display. Actually, all of Ben is pretty magnificent from his tight ass to his sculpted arms to the Winston Churchill quote tattooed in thin script just under his left collarbone.
“I should have asked this sooner, but how long are you staying in London?” Ben grabs a bottle of water from the fridge and twists the cap with a crack before tossing it into the trash and taking a long drink.
“I don’t know. A month maybe,” I tell him. I’m lucky to have a job that enables me to work remotely, so even though I’m traveling, I’m still able to earn an income. A month seemed like an adequate time to explore London before moving on to check off another place on my long travel bucket list.
Ben frowns. “A month? I don’t think that’s nearly long enough.”
“For what?”
“For me to fuck you every place possible,” he says with a grin that fills his entire face. “Have you ever been fucked at the V&A? The London Eye?”
“Oh my god,” I groan because those are all very public places, and I’m pretty sure that fucking is not allowed in either location.
“Maybe a quick shag in the Tower of London? Amongst all of those glittering diamonds?”
Ben walks back to the living room and extends the bottle of water in my direction. I sit up and grab it from him before taking a long drink. “That’s not really what I had in mind when I booked this trip.”
I scramble up from the floor and onto the couch. I spot my T-shirt in a pitiful heap and reach for it, but Ben stops me. “Don’t even think about putting that back on,” he states firmly.
