A Brush With Love *Mature Scenes*

Episode 14

The morning after Ben and Sophie's first night together, Ben sneaks out of bed to make Sophie breakfast...

'Nice apron' I chuckled, admiring Ben in his crisp chef's apron.
'Thanks, but you should see what's underneath!' He said with excitement, as he turned and wiggled his bare bottom at me.
I gave his firm cheeks a playful spank before he turned around and gave me a kiss on the cheek.
'Enjoy the pancakes. I'm just gonna go shower...feel free to join me when you're done.' He said, winking at me as he walked away.

I'd never eaten pancakes so quickly in my life.

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I stood in the doorway to the bathroom, listening to Ben singing in the shower. That voice, it made me weak everytime. I entered the room and slowly walked up to the glass panel of his huge shower that took up an entire side of the bathroom. Hot steam billowed out, and the glass was fogged with condensation, concealing his body from view.
I tapped lightly on the glass and he stopped singing as he turned to face me, then wiped a head sized circle into the glass. He smirked, then beckoned me to join him with one curling finger. Letting him watch, I slowly unbuttoned his shirt from last night that I had put on that morning. I took my time over the buttons, biting my lip, not breaking eye contact. He looked down to my breasts when I fully parted the shirt, exposing myself to him. I let the shirt fall to the floor, then as daintily as I could, I hooked my thumbs under the strings of my thong, teasing, then feeling a little mischievous, I turned as I bent over to pull them down, keeping my legs straight, slowly pulling the delicate fabric down my long legs, letting him get a good view of my ass and pussy from behind. I heard him knock into the glass behind me as shifted clumsily, clearing his throat.
I turned as I stood back up, meeting his ravenous gaze. 'Get in here' he growled, as he opened the door to his side.

I walked slowly past the glass door into the shower, shutting it behind me. Ben stood there, looking like a predator ready to pounce on his prey. His body was magnificent. He was still stood under the water, and it streamed down his body. I watched as it ran down the panes of his abs, into that V that so deliciously arrowed down from his hips, then down his strong legs. His cock was hard as rock, ready for me. His soaking wet, raven black hair flopped forward, and I wanted to run my hands through it and tug it. Feeling as hungry for him as he looked for me, I rushed to him at the same time he did to me. We crashed together under the hot steamy water, our lips and tongues instantly exploring. His hands first wrapped around my back, pulling me tighter against his wet body, but then one hand was grabbing at my ass. He ground his cock into my hip, moaning into my mouth. He moved his lips to my neck, kissing down until he reached the fleshy part between my neck and my shoulder, where he nipped and bit me, the perfect balance of pleasure and pain, making my knees buckle. I tugged on his hair bringing his ear to my mouth and whispered, 'fuck me, Ben.' He brought his eyes back to meet mine quickly in momentary disbelief at what I had said, but then he kissed me again, hard and fast, whilst pushing me back towards the wall. I yelped as my back was met with the cold tiles, and he spun me round so my chest was pressed against the cold, making my nipples even harder. My long curls were now drenched, and the length of them tickled my ass as I tipped my head back, giving him access to continue kissing and licking my neck.
He pulled me back against him, running his hands over my wet torso, his cock rested between my ass cheeks and he slid himself up and down the crease, teasing, gyrating.
"You want it hard, Sophie?", he caressed seductively into my ear. I whimpered and nodded, confirming how I wanted to be taken.
"Then brace your hands on the wall", he said as he gently kicked my legs wider, holding me round my waist so I didn't slip with the movement. I slid my hands up the wall, the anticipation of what was to come making me shudder. He gripped both of my hips, and continued to grind against my ass, sliding teasingly up between my cheeks, with each slide he moved lower down, until his shaft was sliding over that forbidden spot, but I trusted him, knowing he wouldn't go further than that gentle caress, and let myself enjoy the sensation, then on the final slide down past my ass, he positioned his cock under me, and he plunged himself deep into my pussy in one swift thrust, entering me finally. I threw my head back against his shoulder, moaning loudly. He stilled in me, letting me savour the feel of him inside me, as he nipped at my earlobe, moaning into my ear. His hands slid to my breasts and he rolled both of my nipples causing me to buck against him. Both hands moved to grip my hips again, to anchor himself as he pulled out of me slowly, only to thrust back into me, deep and hard. Again and again, that slow pull out, and a slamming thrust back in. My eyes rolled back as my eyes shuttered closed, my mouth open in utter ecstasy. He began to pick up the pace, no longer sliding out slowly but now pounding me hard. I arched my back, sticking my ass out behind me, and he bent his knees so he could be at the perfect angle to thrust upwards, using his grip on me to be able to slam harder. Every movement getting faster, our wet bodies audibly slapping against one another, my breasts bouncing with every pound into me, and his balls were slapping against my clit over and over. I barely had time to realise I was building up to orgasm before I exploded in pleasure all over him, pulsing tightly on him. My legs turned to jelly and he wrapped an arm around my stomach and onto my breast, supporting my weight better so I could completely crumple around him. I felt his forehead rest against my shoulder, and his own moans of pleasure turned guttural, he was close. His grip on me tightened as his slamming into me reached a frantic peak, and he moaned loudly, bucking his hips as he filled me, his cock pulsing inside me.
His thrusting slowed, as our bodies were both shuddering, until he gently pulled out of me. I felt his cum follow, sliding slowly out of me then down my leg. His lips now kissing the back of my neck sending tingles down my spine, my nipples, my core. I turned to face him, and kissed him slowly and deeply, wrapping my arms around his shoulders, pushing my breasts into his chest. His breath was ragged, and his cheeks flushed from exertion. I brushed the wet hair that had flopped into his face back so I could look him in his eyes. He smirked at me, still breathing heavily. I stared at him in awe. My perfect gentleman, so caring and tentative, but could ravage me like this when I wanted him to. My insides were tender from the pounding he had given me, but in the best way.
His breath returning to normal, he leaned in and kissed the tip of my nose, returning to his tender side.
"That was....wow", he laughed, exasperated.
I just bit my lip, and nodded, not quite sure how my words would actually come out after that seeing to. I sighed contentedly, and he turned to reach the soap and washcloth. He lathered it up, then with the gentlest of touches, washed my entire body for me, spending extra time on my neck and shoulders, massaging and kissing as he went. When he was done, I returned the favour, washing him. We didn't speak, but whenever we faced each other, we held eye contact, silent declarations of the growing feelings, and trust between us. When we were both clean again, we stayed there a little while, holding each other under the hot running water, my arms wrapped around his waist and my head resting against his chest. Ben pressed kisses to the top of my head, and stroked my lower back, as I contemplated just how hard, and fast, I was falling for him.