by Cora Black
“Patience, baby, patience,” Ben said in a teasing tone of voice right before his tongue came out to lick at the wetness pooling from her vagina. Shit, Charlotte thought as her hips seized upwards involuntarily. Her hole was more sensitive than she thought. She had started sweating so heavily, she thought she was going to suffocate, but she didn’t care. She needed more of his mouth, his fingers, his cock. She could feel herself leaking onto his tongue, which hovered just outside of her, the tip barely touching her most sensitive, red skin.
He moved back to biting, making Charlotte moan first in disappointment then in pleasure as he bit down hard, sucking her skin gently but firmly, probably hard enough to leave a mark. Ben traveled down from her cunt, nudging her ass with his nose until she lifted her hips. By this point Charlotte was panting like a horse after a race, the sound echoing in the empty room. Ben looked so hot between her legs, his tongue coming out again to lick along her thick ass cheeks. “Unnngh, oh,” Charlotte groaned as his teeth skimmed over her skin.
“I really, really wanna bite your ass,” Ben whispered, but his voice wasn’t rough or demanding like it often was during sex. It was soft, sweet, phrased almost like a question. “Can I do that, baby? Can I mark you?”
“I wanna…” Charlotte could barely force the words out, she was breathing so hard.
“Yeah, baby?” Ben encouraged her, his fingers smoothing over her trembling hands, still pinned down to the bed.
Charlotte clenched harder onto his hands and rotated her hips again, this time pushing her ass further onto his face. “Please. Mark me. Make me yours.”
“You’re already mine,” Ben said softly before biting gently onto her ass cheek, gradually applying more and more pressure with his teeth.
“Unnngh, oh, fuuuu….ck….” Charlotte groaned, hitching her hips forward to get him to take more of her skin into his mouth. “Please, yeah, do it. Do it to me.”
Ben bit down harder, sucking forcefully, his mouth making loud sounds as he pulled her hard into his mouth, abandoning one of her hands to lift her ass up higher and slipping one finger in between her cheeks. Ben rubbed the sensitive skin gently while his mouth claimed her as his, finally letting go with a loud smack in order to catch his breath.
“Did you… Is there a mark?” Charlotte asked in between her heavy panting breaths.
Ben lifted her ass higher to get a better look before a wide grin spread over his face. “Mm-hmm,” he murmured, pulling his hand out between her cheeks to trace the mark he’d just made, causing Charlotte to shiver in his grasp.
“Good,” Charlotte exhaled, her hips finally collapsing back down onto the bed. “I wanna be yours. Totally yours.” If she was less horny she might have had the energy to worry about what she was saying. They’d never even called each other boyfriend and girlfriend yet, and here she was, declaring her loyalty and love. But she wasn’t scared. After everything, she no longer felt afraid of Ben. She felt safe, hiding inside his touch.
Ben used his free hand to gently tickle along the underside of her ass, causing her to giggle a little and squirm on the bed, still holding onto his other hand. He finally smacked her ass firmly, making Charlotte squeal a little in excitement, but then he focused his attention back on her cunt, his hand skimming its way from the bottom to the top. “Yessss,” Charlotte hissed out, shutting her eyes as he finally paid some proper attention to her clit. He was still teasing her, though, touching it for one second before moving away.
Charlotte bit down on her lip and moved her hips around, trying to maximize the pleasure from each tantalizing little touch to her clit. All of her blood was pooled under that one little sensitive inch of her, pounding out a rhythm to match the one he set with his fingers. “So soft, so sweet,” Ben murmured, his fingers moving a little bit faster from clit to skin and then back to her clit. “Do you want more? Harder?”
She nodded and hitched her hips up, trying to press her clit more firmly onto his hand whenever it passed by. “Yes, yes, harder, please,” she murmured.
Ben went from skimming over her clit thoughtlessly to tapping at it with his two middle fingers, pressing down a little. Not hard, but enough to get Charlotte to moan and push her hips forward. She jerked her hips in wide circles, brushing the bottom of her cunt against the base of his hand. “Mmm, what’s that, you want more?” Ben asked, his fingers coming faster and faster onto her clit. “You want more, baby?”
Charlotte laughed breathlessly, moving her hips faster. “Mm, what do you think?”
Ben leaned in and breathed on her cunt again while his fingers froze over her clit, pushing down hard on it. “Ahh!” Charlotte cried out. She immediately felt her cunt get hotter, the pounding under her skin getting louder and louder. She wasn’t sure if she was moaning or if she was completely silent, her ears were so full of the sound of her own insistent heartbeat.
Without warning, Ben started pushing and pulling her clit up and down, side to side, and Charlotte’s entire spine stiffened, lifting her hips off the bed. “Jesus, fuck, baby,” she moaned, squeezing his hand again. “Please, God.”
But that wasn’t enough for Ben, apparently. He must have made it his mission to take her apart entirely, because next he pressed his lips against the sensitive area of flesh just under her clit and started rotating his thumb down to her hole. “Unnh!” Charlotte cried out, jerking her hips up to let the tip of his thumb inside of her. “Baby, baby, baaaaby, yes!”
Ben licked at the bottom of her clit, pushing the top of it around firmly with his fingers, while his thumb started pumping in and out of her, spreading her wetness. Charlotte thrusted her hips forward, wanting more of his finger inside of her. The more Charlotte moaned, the faster Ben licked her clit, pushing it in two directions at once. The more and more he sucked and stroked her, the more she bounced on the bed, the old bedsprings squeaking with the motions of her body.
Charlotte twisted her fingers with Ben’s, their sweat collecting in the palms of their hands. With her free hand, she stretched in order to tangle her hand in Ben’s hair. She loved how it felt between her fingers, thick and wet. It showed how hard he was working, how much he wanted to please her. She tugged hard on his hair, pulling him forward harder onto her clit.
“Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, please, give it to me, baby, baby, unnh,” Charlotte moaned, bouncing her hips up and down faster on the bed, feeling herself get wetter and wetter between her legs.
Ben pressed his finger down as hard as possible onto her clit, his tongue flicking back and forth so fast Charlotte was torn between pushing him back and pulling him forward. It was electric, the way they converged on her cunt, moving back and forth, a perfect dance between their two bodies. Ben’s saliva and Charlotte’s wetness mingled together, their skin touching so quickly and so hotly that she couldn’t tell the difference between her body and his. His thumb dipped deeper inside of her, bending and extending to brush up against all her inner sensitive spots. Charlotte kept moaning, louder and louder, but she was running out of energy to be embarrassed about it. She wanted it. She wanted him. She wasn’t afraid to show it.
“Fuck me,” Charlotte demanded, thrusting forward into his face and back onto the bed as quickly and as roughly as possible, panting with the effort. “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!”
Ben dove deeper into her cunt, licking faster and faster while his thumb fucked into her as deep as possible, getting entirely covered in her thick juices. “I love it, I fucking love this,” Ben murmured into her cunt, his head moving side to side as he gave her thick wide licks. He was giving her exactly what she wanted, and she wanted to repay him as soon as possible. But not yet. Charlotte’s hand drifted from Ben’s hair down to his shoulder, her nails digging into his exposed skin under the sleeve of his shirt. She dug in as hard as possible, wanting to drive into his skin, his blood, his very being.
Charlotte’s clit started vibrating, her legs shaking beyond her control. “Unnngh!” Charlotte cried out, slapping the top of the bed in frustration and de
sire. Goddammit, she wanted to come all over Ben’s face, utterly splatter him with her juices. Ben’s hand covered all of the exposed skin of her cunt, the sensitive flesh in between her clit and her hole, jerking side to side to maximize her pleasure, the flesh of his palm parting her. Charlotte groaned more loudly and pushed her dress up to play with her own nipple.
“God, you sweet girl,” Ben murmured into her flesh, licking her as hard as possible, his tongue moving to the rhythm of her heart in her cunt. She thrusted up into his mouth, their two bodies joined together as one. “You sweet little thing, I love you so much.”
Charlotte’s heart seized up in her chest, frozen in time. For a second she didn’t know if she was dreaming, or hallucinating, or otherwise experiencing some kind of psychotic break. But he said it. He lunged over that threshold, holding onto her the whole time. He said it, the most terrifying, beautiful thing, and the world hadn’t ended. Charlotte moaned louder than ever before and started fucking Ben’s face with her cunt, jerking forward and back, probably drenching his chin with her wetness.
“Fuck, fuck, I love it, I love you, I love you,” Charlotte moaned back, all of her energy pooling down in between her legs as she thrusted back and forth between the bed and Ben’s mouth. “I love you, I love you, I love you!”
Ben’s teeth suddenly came into play, latching onto her clit as he sucked as hard as possible, making her feel things that she couldn’t even put into words. It was beyond thought, beyond feeling. It was like Charlotte was suspended on a hot, pulsing cloud, every inch of her body bombarded with pleasure. She couldn’t get a break from it; the hotness of his mouth was surrounding her like a perfect-fitting glove. His thumb stuck in deeper, all the way consumed by her cunt, and for a second, just a second, Charlotte was astounded by her own strength, her own amazing ability, the amazing ability of all women to take things in, to make them feel at home in her body. She could take it. She could take Ben into her body, make him hers, mark him as her own with her fluids, and that meant she was powerful. That meant she was strong. She was whole.
Charlotte felt that tell-tale tingle in between her legs, and she knew she was going to explode any second now. “Baby. Baby, I’m gonna… I’m gonna…” Charlotte trailed off, lost in the sweet sucking sensation that Ben was giving her.
“Mm?” Ben murmured, unable to say anything with his mouth full of pussy.
She groaned some more at that thought and spread her legs apart, tilting his mouth at a new angle that made her scream. “Shit! Shit, shit, shit, shit, fuck, fuck, goddammit!” Charlotte howled, bouncing her cunt up as fast as possible, so fast that the bed threatened to fall apart underneath them.
“Fuck me, baby, fuck me, baby, fuck me, baby, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck that cunt, unnnh, ahhhh, shit, shit, shit!” she moaned, her hips freezing at that one perfect angle that had his thumb hitting this perfect spot inside of her, his tongue sweeping over her inflamed clit, her legs trembling so hard she thought they were about to melt.
When Charlotte came, she came the way a galaxy arrives at existence: all pain and pleasure wrapped up in one moment, the brilliant agonizing ecstasy of life making itself known all at once. Charlotte thrusted her cunt forward into his mouth and came apart inside of him, flooding the entire room with a series of sounds so obscene, it was like she’d invented another language just for this feeling. The heat between her legs exploded like a supernova, going on forever, reverberating through her body without ever leaving it. It almost hurt, but she held onto the moment rather than shoving away from it. She let the sensation of heat explode inside of her, over and over again, like waves that obey only the urge to crash onto the shore. She would never forget this moment for as long as she lived.
Charlotte’s hips fell back onto the bed and she panted furiously, desperate for air in her burning lungs. She was sweating like a beast, and the sheets beneath her were probably soaked-through with the evidence of their fucking. Above her, Ben chuckled lightly, his hand dancing along the over-sensitive skin of her upper thighs, painting patterns that Charlotte felt like she could see even with her eyes closed. She was content. She was full.
But the night wasn’t over yet.
Ben crawled his way back up her body, dropping kisses here and there on her legs, her hips, her stomach, her chest, her arms, her shoulder, her ear. He bit her lightly, gently, just teasing her back to full consciousness with his teeth, but for several long minutes all Charlotte could do was sigh deeply and will the tears that had pooled into her eyes not to spill over. She didn’t know why she was crying. It wasn’t like she had never had an orgasm before. But this one felt different. This one was special. It was like her entire body and mind had been taken apart, piece by piece by precious piece, and rebuilt through the fire of creation. That was the power that Ben had over her, but he wasn’t abusing it. He wasn’t unaware of it. He respected it. If the slide of his lips over her skin was anything to go by, he worshipped it, revered it. Treated it like the sweet treasure that it really was, this power to remake her from the ground up.
After all, she’d done the same thing to him.
That was the thought that made Charlotte spread her legs apart again to encase Ben’s body, pull him in deeper into hers. “Mm, thank you,” she murmured softly, trying and failing to kiss the side of his face. She missed by an inch, completely overwhelmed still by the shaking sensation that had taken over her entire body.
“You’re very welcome,” Ben whispered back, applying sweet gentle kisses to the side of her face, her cheeks, her chin, her jaw. “Thank you for letting me.”
“You’re so… You’re so…” Charlotte trailed off.
“Hot?” Ben supplied. “Sexy? Fucking amazing at going down?”
Charlotte giggled a little and playfully smacked the side of Ben’s face softly. “No, that’s not what I was going to say.”
“What, then?” Ben asked, and when his eyes met hers, Charlotte could see the genuine question that remained within. He wanted to know what she thought. He needed to know.
Charlotte licked her lips and closed her eyes in preparation, a little too nervous to say this out loud while facing him. “You’re so loving. So, so, unbelievably loving. I never would have guessed that.”
She held her eyes closed for a long time, only listening to the sound of his breathing, steady and reassuring, but then after a while his hand came up to cradle the side of her face and she found the courage to open her eyes and face him properly. Ben’s eyes were full of tears, and he glanced away as soon as she opened her eyes, but Charlotte bent at the waist, sitting up so she could reach over and pull his head back, make him face her directly. “You’re beautiful,” she whispered, leaning in to kiss his cheeks. “So beautiful.”
“I’m not,” Ben argued, but his voice sounded almost hopeful.
“You are,” Charlotte said back, as confidently as she’d ever said anything. She leaned up to kiss his shut eyelids, then down to press her lips against the sweet tears on his cheek. “So fucking gorgeous and perfect and wonderful. I love you.”
She hadn’t expected him to say it back, to verify it outside of sex. It wasn’t about that. She needed to let him know that he was loved, that he was appreciated, that his goodness hadn’t gone unnoticed. But he swallowed heavily and opened his eyes. He stared at her directly and said, “I love you, too.”
Charlotte felt her face crumple up in response before the words had even fully hit her. She launched herself forward and wrapped herself around him, her arms and legs completely encasing him. “Fuck, you fucking— You fucking magnificent— Goddammit,” she muttered into his neck while she furiously kissed his skin. “You’re amazing.”
“No, no, you,” Ben said back, kissing her on the side of her chin. “You. It’s because of you. Everything.”
Charlotte couldn’t stand it anymore. She pulled at his body with her legs, hoisting him up fully on the bed through force of will, and immediately began getting him out of his clothes. She yanked his shirt off
his body and flung it across the room, then fumbled with his belt before slinging it as far away as possible. While Charlotte took off the rest of her own clothes, Ben took care of his pants himself, unbuttoning and unzipping them and pulling them to the floor along with his underwear until he was totally naked on top of her, panting as hard as she was.
“What do you want?” Ben murmured, his hand reaching down again to play in her wetness.
Charlotte, still sensitive from her orgasm, spread her legs open until they could wrap around his back and waist, urging his hips forward to press against hers. “I want you. All of you.”
“Yeah? You want my come?” Ben whispered, wrapping a hand around Charlotte’s neck and guiding her face forward into a deep kiss. “That what you want?”
Charlotte nodded quickly. “Yes, yes, please, if you… if you think I deserve it.”
Ben laughed into her mouth, kissing her deeper, his tongue licking against her teeth, her tongue, her reddest flesh. “You deserve it, baby. You deserve it so bad. Such a good fucking girl for me.” His hand moved faster over her cunt, spreading her wetness around in every direction. “I’m gonna fill you up so good.”