"God, you're wet," I say.
"You turn me on so much, Ben," she says.
I lean down and swipe my tongue through her folds.
"Oh fuck," she cries.
I slide my tongue in deeper and find her clit.
She tastes like heaven.
"Ben," she moans. "Oh my God."
Her hands grip my hair, and her hips move, seeking more.
I tease her clit with the tip of my tongue, then lick deep again.
"Oh my God," she gasps.
I keep licking and teasing, and she gets wetter and wetter, until she's dripping cunt juice into my mouth, her breath coming in panting little bursts.
"Don't stop," she cries. "Please don't stop."
Her hips start to buck, and her fingers fist in my hair.
I close my lips around her clit and suck gently, and she shatters.
She cries out, her body shuddering, her legs shaking, and I'm not ready for it.
The sight is so erotic, the taste of her, the feeling of her pleasure, the way she's calling my name—
"Ben. Ben."
I lick her through the orgasm until her hips still and she goes boneless on the bed.
She's quiet, and I look up to find her flushed, her hair a tangled mess, her arms flung over her head.
"Come here," she says, her voice weak and breathless.
My cock throbs, and I move up her body, careful not to crush her.
I kiss her softly, and she kisses me back.
Then her arms wrap around my neck, and her legs wind around my hips.
"Fuck me," she whispers against my mouth.
I slide a hand between us, and my cock nudges her entrance.
She's so wet and slick, and my control is already slipping.
She moves her hips, and the head of my cock slips in.
"Paige," I say, the word raw.
"Ben," she whispers.
She rocks up, and the rest of my control snaps.
