Let's Not Talk About Tomorow

Jon

Ben placed loving kisses all over my body, taking extra time on my fresh scars. He sucked and bit at the skin on my lower stomach, enough for it sting slightly. I began to move myself when the pleasure became too much. He pressed his finger tips against my chest and held me down. I tugged gently on his dark hair, causing him to groan. He moved and pressed his lips against mine. I gripped his hips as he grinded his bare erection against mine, creating friction for our throbbing members.

He broke our kiss only to slide three of his fingers into my mouth, I sucked on them until they were coated in my saliva. Shamelessly, Ben praised me as he slipped those fingers inside me. I blushed at the praise and pushed back against his fingers. He smiled and started to kiss me again, his tongue slipped into my mouth and his fingers pressed up inside me.

"So beautiful" He murmured against my lips "So beautiful" He removed his fingers and lined himself up. He looked deep into my eyes, awaiting my approval. I nodded. Slowly, he pushed in, his skilled fingers holding me tight. He filled me up so good, he always did. I could already feel myself breaking into sweat. My body was burning on the inside in the best way possible. A delicious fire enveloped my insides.

I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper and causing his tip to rub against my walls. It didn't take him long to find my prostate. I was a whimpering, moaning mess beneath him. Once again, he captured my lips between his, swallowing my moans. His hand curled around me. Involuntarily, my back arched and my hands twisted in the sheets. I was so fucking there!

"Let go" He grunted. I exploded at his words, like a seam ripping apart. Gently, he eased himself out and back in. It took him much longer to climax, I knew he preferred rougher sex. I always let him finish, I didn't care how sore I was. Nonetheless, he checked with me every time if it was okay for him to carry on.

"K-keep g-going" I panted

"Sure?"

"Yes!" He stopped moving and bit his lip "What?" I frowned

"Can I...." He trailed off "Can I be rough, baby?" I nodded eagerly. He unhooked my legs and pinned them down to the bed, spreading them wide. Relentlessly, he pounded into me. I felt myself get hard again. Accidentally, I dug my nails into Ben's back as he hit my prostate at a different angle. Ben reached down and grabbed hold of me again, swiping his thumb across my tip.

"Oh! Oh! Ben!" I gasped "I'm gonna-"

"Hold it" He growled as his hand moved up and down my length

"Benny!" I whined "I can't!" He increased in speed "BEN! OH MY GOD! STOP! I CAN'T!" He slowed down to tease me but soon sped up again. "BEN! JUST FUCKING CUM ALREADY! MY STOMACH HURTS!" Ben slapped my inner thigh. Hard. He kissed me hungrily as he stalled, emptying himself into me. Immediately, I exploded over him. Gently, he pulled out and collapsed beside me, panting like a dog.

"My leg hurts" I pouted, lifting up my leg to expose the cherry red hand print embossed on my inner thigh.

"Not my fault" He smirked "Watch that mouth of yours, princess" Never the less, he reached over and kissed it softly. "C'mon, baby, shower time"

"But I'm tired" I protested "And sore"

"And sticky" Ben added. He scooped me up into his arms and carried me into the bathroom.