Sugar

ch 15

Benjamin lays me back, softly kissing me down onto the sheets.

He pulls my legs over his lap and spits on his cock, stroking it in before holding it to me.

He takes my hand, "I'll be gentle this time, I promise. Are you ready?"

I nod "mmhm" He leans in, his breath coming in short, hot bursts against my neck. He slides it foward, my hips flinch and my chest heaves as I moan through my teeth.

"Shh shh shh, it's okay, I've got you." He whispers, I grasp his hand, my heart pounding as he pushes deeper. He smiles softly, his tone dripping with affection

"Good girl, that's all of it! God you take me so well don't you?" I whimper in response, dizzy and breathless as he starts to find a pace, pushing his hips forward in slow, deliberate strokes.

He leans down, grabbing my chin and kissing me deeply. "How's that baby?" I try and catch my breath, "So good.. t-thank you daddy." I feel him grin against my lips, he starts to pick it up, fucking me rougher and faster.

I'm enamored by the sight of him, his muscles rippling faintly under his soft skin, pricking with sweat. His curls falling over his face with his brows knotted, panting...

I lean back into the sheets, savoring every sensation. He slides his hands down my body, gripping my waist and my tits with palpable adoration before kneading my clit under the pad of his thumb. I yelp, grasping the sheets above my head "That's it... I wanna see you come undone."

"Benji.. I-I.." I moan breathlessly. He raises his eyebrows at me, "Yes? Did you want to say something?" I cover my face, whimpering as I try to get a hold of my breathing enough to speak. "I can't..." The corners of his lips tug and he chuckles knowingly. He brings his hand to my neck, sternly raising my face to his. "look at me or I'll stop."

I yelp as he begins to pound slower, but harder. I drop my hand to my lower abdomen and my suspicion is confirmed; he's so deep that I can feel him from the outside, his tip pushing against my fingers through my skin. God.

He slips his hand under mine to feel it too, grinning cockily before stopping. I see him raise an eyebrow in my peripheral vision, I had looked away. I groan, catching my breath in what is actually a nice break from an onslaught of sensation. But it doesn't seem that he feels the same way. His hand snaps into my hair pulling my face to his so he can continue. His gaze softens as it meets mine and he pulls me into an aching kiss.

He pulls back slightly, panting as he rests his forehead on mine. I lean up, pushing his hair back from where it's plastered to his neck with sweat, tasting it as I kiss and bite from his throat to his shoulder, ensuring it's high enough to be noticeable. I want to mark him like he marked me- it's only fair.

His breath grows increasingly unsteady, he swallows hard, letting his free hand wander down to firmly grip the side of my hips before rubbing against my clit. It's clear he's getting close but is too chivalrous (or more likely stubborn..) to finish before me.

The sensation of everything, the taste of his sweat lingering in my mouth, the sight of him, the way he's touching me, fucking me.. becomes too much, my mind goes blank and my breath catches as I cum, my legs shaking violently around him. Benjamin lets go as soon as I'm done, dropping his head into the crook of my neck, groaning and heaving.

I gently run my nails up and along his back. Without moving his face he brings his hand to my cheek, brushing away any loose strands of hair. Despite the exhaustion, we're so drenched in sweat we kind of have to go shower. He gives me a t-shirt to sleep in that, as per last time fits more like a dress which makes me indescribably happy. I head to the kitchen to make us some tea and he appears behind me with a playful slap on the ass before leaning down to place a kiss on the side of my head.