The Pull

Chapter 22

I leaned my head to his shoulder as he penetrated me with a finger. I was so wet my inner thighs were slippery with it, I could feel it by how easily my body took him. I could hear it too.

"Always so wet, Puck." He apparently felt it too, and maybe it should've embarrassed me how wet I was, but I sure as hell wasn't. I wanted him to know this was what he was doing to me. "So, so wet." His finger now lubricated by me slid out and instead grazed my clit. Light, circular, steady movements. His hands, his hands. I had never been this obsessed with someones hands before, but Ben... just thinking about his hands did things to me. I wanted more, I wanted him deep like I'd wanted him deep in my mouth, so I pressed my ass against him. He responded with pressing me on him as well.  His fingers returned to my slit and it was an explosion as he penetrated me again. The sound escaping me was almost a scream. He pumped in and out of me agonisingly slow, making me squirm, while his other hand and its gentle fingertips traced my spine, down to my ass and up again. The motion caused small shivers all over my body. When he reached my shoulderblades he pushed gently, making me lean forward a bit. I braced against the other wall, pouting my ass to him as I heard him put on a condom. I thought I was going to come apart with anticipation as he gently tugged at my disarrayed panties, making them strain against my core - and my butthole, making me think of his promise to do things to those particualr parts of my body. The man was driving me insane. He slowly positioned himself and held me in place, but I couldn't stay still. I wanted it so bad. I needed his cock. Inside of me. He knew my whimpering was all about this, and he made me wait just a little longer. Then, grabbing my waist with one hand, he finally pushed himself inside of me. Deep, in one thrust.  My heels made the position possible even though he was that much taller than me, and it also made it possible for him to go deeper than ever. Amazing didn't quite cover it.

"Bend over a bit more for me." I complied, without hesitation. His hand was firmly digging into the soft flesh of my waist, keeping my soaked underwear out of the way with his thumb. I wanted him to go harder, so I pushed my ass towards him again, demanding him to push back hard. He did. Thrusting all the way to the base of him and back, almost to the tip of him. And again, hard and fast. And again. His free hand wandered round to my belly and down and he matched his movements with his fingers. 

My first climax came fast, with no warning. It was so much, so many sensations all at once it was like my brain couldn't comprehend what was happening before it struck in full force. I cried out, having no control over my reactions.

"God how I love hearing the sounds you make when you come." He held my waist, keeping me firmly in place, and it was a good thing he did becauce my legs were turning boneless.

"Good girl. I got you..." His praise intensified the orgasm. I knew I was probably screaming way too loud for it to be proper hotel manners, but I couldn't stop myself. And Ben didn't stop either. He simply just waited for me to come down a bit and then pulled out just long enough for him to turn me again and lift me to straddle him. I crossed my legs behind his back as he lifted me up slightly – and then sat me down on his cock. With strong arms around me, his amazing hands on my ass, he had me riding him. He turned us and pushed me against the wall for support so he could thrust harder. I put my hands on his shoulders so I could lift myself after every thrust and meet him in the next one. We went fast and hard. Whatever darkness had been surrounding us both lately, he was fucking the hell out of it. We were fucking the hell out of it. It was desperate, hungry and wild. All those pent down feelings demanding their release, all at once. He was grabbing my ass and thighs hard. I was digging my nails into his back, squeezing him with my legs around his body. I could feel myself getting close to climax again and by the feel of him, so was Ben. That's when he pulled my hair slightly, making me look at him.

"I want to watch you. Touch yourself. Keep your eyes on me."

I slid my trembling hand down between his body and mine and forced myself to keep eye contact while my second orgasm grabbed a hold of me. He pressed my back harder against the wall so he could free one hand and grab my hair again, making sure I couldn't turn my face. His eyes were burning as he watched me come, watched my pupils dialate, watched my face flush, my body shake and my lips tremble. I don't even know how I managed to not break eye contact, because I was gone. I knew my face must be distorted but I could see how it turned him on. When I at last started to come down again he slowed down.

"Hold on." I did as he said and held on tighter as his grip on me shifted a bit and then he started walking with my legs still wrapped around his waist, my arms around his shoulders, his dick inside me.

He took us to his bed and sat down on it with me straddling him. I was on top again. I sure as hell wasn't letting that opportunity pass me by. I lifted myself and met his somewhat frustrated look when he was no longer inside me. Good. I wanted him to beg for it. I could see he felt both wetness and heat through my damp panties as I grinded on him, pushing myself on his erection. Our position made my tits very accessable to his mouth and he didn't miss that, lips and tongue on my nipples, giving both boobs equal attention, one at a time. Oh, to hell with making him beg. I wanted his dick again so started lifting myself up but he stopped me by grabbing my waist around my back with one hand, slipping his other hand in between us and gave me his fingers. As he bent them uppwards inside me I had to lean backwards, the feeling of him pressing on my clitoris from the inside so increadibly intense. He took advantage of my movement and flipped us around, laying me flat on my back under him. I gave up the leverage I had but couldn't care less. When he lifted himself from me for a bit I almost followed, so unwilling to let his body go too far from mine. But he put a palm on my chest, holding me down.

"Lay down. Be still." Again, not asking. I'd given him control for now, and now he claimed it. I almost pouted my lips as I struggled to do as he told me because I had lost any will to hold back long ago, but I managed to lie down again. Ben gently slid my panties off me as I lifted my ass a bit to help him. He stood up and slipped off the shoes I still had on. When he finally stepped out of his pants we were at last without anything to separate his skin from mine. He reached up and put his hand around my neck, letting it glide over my body with gentle fingers, over my belly and down my thigh. Up between my legs, watching my reaction as he touched me. Then, hooking my legs over his arms, he yanked me closer to the end of the bed, my butt at the very edge of it. He pushed my legs further apart, giving him better access as he dove down between them, eating me up. His repeated motion, his steady tempo - it was pushing me closer and closer, but right when I thought I was about to come he stopped. Just like last time, it was like he knew exactly where my breaking point was. Frustrated I wrapped my legs around his neck, but instead of going back to finish his work he put his lips on my inner thigh. Then his teeth, as he gave me a little nip. I answered with a sound deep in my throat. He smiled against my now red skin, wet with his saliva.

"I can do this all day, Puck. You taste so amazing. And driving you so close to the edge, again and again... I fucking love how you respond to me. I love what I can do to you."

Pretty sure no matter how much he loved it, it still wasn't as much as I loved the things he could do to me.