Snowbound

7

Miranda straddled his hips, the warmth of her core so close to his member.

"Miranda," Ben groaned anticipating her.

Ben couldn’t think straight as she grasped his penis, lining him up to her dripping slit, and then she slid down on him. His vision blurred momentarily, a white heat enveloping his entire body. He forced his eyes to stay open, keeping his gaze locked on where he was disappearing inside her tight, wet snatch inch by glorious inch.

"God, Benjamin,"

Miranda was panting and whimpering as she lowered down, her hands pressing into his stomach to steady herself. She paused about halfway down, tilting her hips back a bit. He felt her relax around him and then he was buried completely inside of her as she sat fully on him.

His hands gripped her hips, his head lifted from the pillows, and he couldn’t figure out where he wanted to look - her beautiful brown eyes or her swaying breasts as she began to rock back and forth on his lap. The sensation was incredible, the slick warmth surrounding his penis something he still could never imagine. She gripped him with perfect pressure, her walls throbbing around his shaft. He felt blissful just being seated inside of her, but then Miranda lifted her hips, his dick shining from her wetness in the firelight, only the tip of him still inside of her, and then she slammed herself down again, swallowing him whole.

"Oh my God,"

They both cried out, her nails digging into his tight abdomen, his fingers bruising her fleshy hips. She began to ride him, her movements effortless and well-practiced. Ben felt a surge of jealousy hit him, hating the idea that someone would come after him and be in this exact position beneath her.

“Oh, dam ” she gasped, her hands gripping her bouncing breasts, pulling at her nipples. “Benjamin you're so good and so big,”

He groaned, snapping his hips up to meet hers pushing down, their bodies clapping together in the middle. “You’re beautiful,” he told her, his voice gravelly and strained with pleasure.

Miranda moaned, throwing her head back as she bounced faster, her hands moving behind her to his strong thighs. She bucked back and forth, swirling her hips, and Ben couldn’t resist the urge to sit up, his lips latching to one of her nipples.

Miranda cried out, pushing her chest further into his face, her walls clenching around him when he bit down on the bud, soothing it with his tongue. He lavished her chest with kisses and nips, his arms around her waist, helping her buck on his lap. He trailed his lips up her neck, Miranda's arms snaking around his shoulders, her fingers gripped his head.

Ben felt this strange feeling of comfort spread through his body, adding to the wondrous sensation of her fucking him, and he smiled wide, pressing his lips directly to her neck. Her gasp turned into a drawn-out moan, and he felt her walls collapsing around him. She shook and cried out in his arms as she came. He thrusted up into her when her rolling hips stilled from overstimulation, Ben bucked wildly in search of his own release. 

He felt her lips brush his ear, her warm breath causing shivers to race down his spine. The whispered words “Come for me, Ben. Cum inside of me” were all he needed to tip him over the edge and then he was lost in bliss.

His orgasm felt like it lasted forever, his dick spurting inside of her, twitching and throbbing. His muscles tensed and relaxed, the sounds of his release muffled.

"Mmm," Miranda sounded enjoying the feeling as Ben kissed the skin of her neck. “Miranda,” he gasped, trembling.

For a moment, they didn’t move. Her arms were tight around his shoulders, his around her waist, their bodies connected and hot sweat dripping down their backs. He was softening inside of her, but he couldn’t imagine parting from her. He was warm and snug and felt at home inside of her.