"Harder, Paige. You can do it."
My fingers dig into his chest, and I move faster.
"That's it. Now move like this."
He rolls his hips, and the feeling of his cock stroking deeper is almost more than I can take.
"Oh my God, Ben."
"Come on, baby," he urges. "Let go. Fuck yourself on my cock."
The dirty words send a shiver through me, and my nipples tighten painfully.
He thrusts up, and the air leaves my lungs.
He does it again, and I'm not ready for the orgasm that crashes through me.
"Ben," I cry.
"That's it," he growls.
His hips jerk, and he groans, holding my hips still as he thrusts up and into me.
"Ben, yes!" I manage.
He wraps both arms around my hips to hold me in place while he drives into me over and over.
I can't breathe, and the only sounds are our ragged breaths and the slapping of his skin against mine.
And the feeling of him inside me is too much.
Too much pleasure, too much emotion, too much of everything.
"Ben," I cry.
"I'm right there with you," he gasps.
I scream as the orgasm hits him, and he thrusts hard and deep, setting me off again.
"Paige," he shouts as he spills inside me.
We shake together, and our mouths find each other's, and his hands tangle in my hair.
Slowly, his lips ease.
He brushes his nose against mine, his chest rising and falling.
His head falls back against the pillow, and mine drops to his chest, our mutual panting filling the room.
After a long while, I manage to lift myself off his cock, making us both groan as he slides out of me. His arms come around me and pull me closer, and we lie together, limbs entwined, spent bodies pressed together.
My fingers trace the lines of his muscles, and his hands stroke my hair.
"Wow," I finally manage.
"Yeah," he agrees with a laugh.
"I'm not sure I can move," I say.
