How Sweet It Is

by Shermaine Williams

  It was clearly as good for her. He relished her ragged breaths as she threw her head back and ground her pubis against his mouth.

  Natasha had never experienced such an intense feeling. Her body was on fire. A tingling began at her clit and quickly became stronger as it radiated out to the rest of her body. An orgasmic wave would engulf her any second. As if Ben could sense what was happening within her body, he sought to increase her pleasure by reaching up to her nipples, causing an immediate response by pinching the ultra-sensitive buds. Within a few seconds she was crying out as her juices flowed into the mouth covering her vulva, her body tensing up as her legs trapped his head.

  She flopped back on the bed, both exhilarated and exhausted as the wave subsided, leaving echoes of it travelling around her body.

  He didn’t let her rest. He knelt in front of her before gripping her hips and turning her over, placing her onto her hands and knees.

  The anticipation was unbearable. Though he had already made her come, she desperately wanted to feel him inside her. He didn’t make her wait long.

  Gripping her waist, he pulled her toward him, the feel of his cock prodding her pussy opening making her moan as he ran his hands over her bottom, gently squeezing. She was so wet that he had no trouble sliding inside her, making her cry out as his length and girth filled her until his balls hit her, causing her to jolt forward.

  The possibility of any issues arising from the encounter no longer occupied her mind. She would have no regrets. All she had to do was remember how good sex with him was. There was no way she could walk away from a man who was so talented when it came to the use of his tongue.

  Initially he took his time, as if relishing the long, slow strokes he used to slide his rock-hard column of flesh in and out of her and the wetness that must be resulting. But it didn’t take long for his speed to increase. His frenzied thrusts made her come quickly, screaming as her muscles gripped his cock. Seconds later he grunted loudly as he came, his body shuddering uncontrollably before he collapsed against her back.

  The weight of his hot body caused her to fall forwards, breathing heavily as she lay prone. Lying on his side, he wrapped his arm around her waist as he pressed the clammy skin of his firm chest against her back.

  Neither spoke. Natasha remained still, waiting for Ben to say something first. She lay silently listening to him breathing as she thought about what had just happened. The sound gradually decreased as the effects of their exertion subsided.

  Eventually, her eyelids became heavy and she found herself fighting sleep. His breathing was deep and even, making it difficult to tell whether he was asleep without the benefit of seeing his face, and she didn’t want to disturb him by turning around. Knowing that getting off the bed or calling his name would also disturb him, she was loathe to do either. Though she knew she really should leave, her inability to make a decision about how to go about it kept her lying there until she fell fast asleep in his arms.

  Natasha awoke to open-mouthed kisses along the small of her back before Ben licked his way up her spine. Her eyes flew open at the warm feeling.

  Initially she was dismayed. She shouldn’t have spent the night or even slept with him. But there she was…still in his bed.

  As he began to kiss his way across her shoulders, she was wide awake and could easily have moved away, but she let him continue. She had to admit she was enjoying it and would feel guilty if she made him stop. After all, she had been as eager as him last night.

  Her nipples were already hard as he slipped his hands around to the front of her body, briefly cupping her breasts before pinching the erect buds.

  It was going to happen. With his hard cock pressed against the small of her back, she knew it was inevitable they would have sex again. Knowing that it shouldn’t have happened even the first time, she was consumed by guilt and worry, but she wanted it as much as he was proving he did.

  “We can’t do this,” she said, pulling away.

  “What? Why?”

  She turned to see his eyes filled with confusion and couldn’t help feeling bad. “Because…because of what you do.”

  There was a pregnant pause as he gazed into her eyes. “I don’t have to do it,” he said at last.

  “What do you mean?”

  He propped himself up on one elbow, moving closer to her as she swung her legs over the edge of the bed and sat with her back to him. She was suddenly self-conscious about being naked in front of him.

  “I mean it’s not exactly a career, I can’t do it forever—I don’t want to do it forever. I’ll quit.”

  “You can’t quit your job,” she replied quietly, looking at the floor as she ran her fingers through her hair.

  “No, seriously,” he almost implored, moving closer and running his fingers down her back. “I know we haven’t known each other long, but I really like you.”

  He stopped speaking, as if expecting a reply. Eventually he continued when she failed to fill the silence. “You like me too, don’t you?”

  “Of course I do, but…it’s…I—”

  “I know it seems quick, but it feels right.”

  Remaining silent, she turned to look at him.

  He must have seen the doubt in her eyes, because he added, “At least think about it.” He smiled hopefully, holding her gaze.

  Smiling slightly, she nodded before turning away, knowing she shouldn’t have slept with him. What she was feeling for him made her anxious.

  Ben either didn’t notice or was unfazed by her apprehension. He slid his hand around her body to fondle her breast as he kissed her neck.

  Though her brain was telling her it was wrong, her heart was saying something different as her body responded to his touch, wetness developing between her thighs.

  Ben’s fingers moved from Natasha’s breasts in order to dip between her thighs, feeling whether she was wet. The fact she had been so receptive last night compared to how cold she seemed now left him confused, but he stopped short of asking her whether she had any regrets, scared of the answer he’d get. However, his mood quickly improved when she parted her thighs as his fingers probed between her swollen lips, enabling him to bathe his fingers in her wetness. She sighed with pleasure as he lightly rubbed her clit, making her hair brush against his face as she leaned her head against him.

  As he lay back, he kept his arm around her waist, pulling her with him. He wasn’t forceful, she could have resisted. But she didn’t. She lay next to him, as if enjoying the warmth of his hard body against her skin. Could she sense his eyes boring into her even though she was looking at the ceiling?

  Remaining silent for a moment, he studied her profile as he wondered what she was thinking, brushing his fingers against her thigh as he did so. He wanted her to say something, to do something to demonstrate how she felt, but she didn’t, seemingly lost in her own thoughts.

  It was disappointing, as he had never wanted any woman so much, but she didn’t seem to care. However, her indifference wasn’t enough to make him concede defeat.

  Leaning over to slide a hand beneath her thigh, he pulled it across his body, looking into her eyes when she finally turned to face him. It didn’t take any more to get her to respond to his request, she straddled him as they continued to look at each other.

  Neither of them spoke. He ran his hands up from her waist to her breasts as she pressed down against his erect cock, forcing it flat to his belly and making him groan. In response, he pinched her nipples, desperate to slide inside her, to feel the warmth of her body wrapped around his aching shaft.

  Natasha began rocking her hips, stimulating her clit by rubbing it against Ben’s cock. Between that and his touch on her nipples, she felt like she was going to come. But she wanted to feel him, needed to feel him, inside her. With one hand planted on his chest, she raised her body and gripped his cock with the other, exhaling deeply as she guided it into her cleft. Though she wanted him to fill her, she held her position so he only half penetrated her, watching the exquis
ite agony develop on his face. Reaching down, she squeezed his balls, making him emit a throaty moan. His hands slid to her waist, pulling her to him as he raised his hips, thrusting as deep inside her as he could. He kept hold of her as she slowly moved back and forth on top of him. He looked up at her, apparently turned on by the fact she was enjoying herself.

  She threw her head back as she increased her speed, writhing harder and faster as his thumb moved to her clit, rubbing with small, circular movements.

  Ben watched Natasha ride him, her face gradually becoming flushed, her moans increasingly louder, and prayed he didn’t come too quickly. He could have happily stayed there all day, watching her as he felt her muscles tighten around his cock.

  A scream seemed to catch in her throat as she leaned forward, her hair falling over her face. Wanting to come with her, Ben gripped her waist and pulled her down as he raised his hips, his grunts no match for her resulting cry. She lay against his chest, her nipples still hard, their hot, sweaty bodies pressed against one another as the sound of heavy breathing filled the room.

  He didn’t say so, but he knew this wouldn’t be their last encounter.

  “What? She was here?” Andrew stood glaring at his friend, outraged that a few hours before a client had been at their flat. “Are you fucking mad?”

  The question barely registered with Ben, despite the volume with which it was uttered.

  “Ben…are you listening to me?”

  “Huh?”

  “We don’t bring women back here. You’re straying into some dangerous territory.”

  Sensing Andrew wasn’t going to let it go, and wanting to maintain his contented mood, Ben remained silent as he walked out of the living room.

  “Don’t fall for her, Ben.”

  Not bothering to respond, he closed his bedroom door behind him and lay spread eagled on the bed, reminiscing about the morning he had spent with Natasha. The woman he was prepared to give it all up for.

  Natasha’s hand trembled as she pulled open the door, the buzzer continuing despite her being clear of the doorway. It was something she had done many times before—reporting back on what she had found out. The only difference was that she had never had to lie on any other occasion.

  Not relishing what she was about to do, she took the single flight of stairs slowly before taking a deep breath as she walked into the office.

  “Hello, Jacqueline.”

  “Hi, Nat. Come in, take a seat.”

  She remained composed as she walked further into the office and settled across the desk from her employer.

  Jacqueline looked at her closely. “How are you?” Her tone made it sound like a loaded question though it was perfectly benign.

  “I’m fine, everything’s fine. How are you?”

  “Not bad. How did it go with young Ben?”

  From the way the older woman looked so intently at her, Natasha worried there was something in her face that revealed what had happened and what she knew would happen again. That was how guilty she felt.

  Her sole job had been to go out with Ben to test him, to make sure he was doing his job properly while being loyal to Jacqueline—a task she had undertaken many times before with other men without incident. This time, however, was different. In six months of being one of several women Jacqueline used to keep an eye on her ‘boys’, she had never had sex with a single one—never even been tempted. But that had all changed with Ben. She had never wanted any man so much, and the feeling had only intensified since she’d slept with him.

  Jacqueline’s first and most important rule was that she was forbidden from starting a relationship with anyone she was reporting back on. There was no way she was going to confess that not only had she had sex with Ben, but that it was her fault Jacqueline might be about to lose one of her best escorts. But that decision had to be Ben’s, because being with her was what he really wanted, not because he was goaded into it by one of Jacqueline’s outbursts.

  “Nothing much has happened so far, he seems committed to the job.” She surprised herself by managing to keep her voice steady.

  “These fucking weak men get on my nerves. A few guys have actually quit after falling in love,” she spat disdainfully. “I can see it in him—Ben is definitely the type. But he’s good and I don’t want to lose him. Remember, you don’t have to sleep with him. But if he so much as hints about giving you a freebie or something, I want to know at once so I can talk to him, get him back before he resigns.”

  “Yes, I know. I’ll be sure to let you know when—if—he shows any signs of not being committed to the job.”

  Jacqueline leaned back in her chair and smiled. “The work of a honey trapper is never done, is it?”

  Remaining silent, Natasha shrugged slightly, a wry smile on her face as she thought about Ben’s tongue pressed against her clit, causing a pleasing warm sensation to spread through her vulva before it began to throb. “No, it isn’t.”

  She couldn’t wait until later that evening when she would feel his tongue for real.

  About the Author

  After a studying for a degree in Law and languishing in the Insurance industry for years under the mistaken belief that it would lead to success, I decided to fulfil a childhood desire and do something I enjoy by trying my hand at writing.

  As well as mainstream stories, I found I had a talent for writing erotica and was elated when I had two stories accepted for publication by Xcite Books and have been going from strength to strength since then. I often dread being asked where I get my inspiration from because I’m not entirely sure: things in everyday life can inspire my stories.

  Having lived in London my whole life, I find it is the ideal place to gain inspiration for the contemporary erotica that I specialise in; I love stories that read like they could have happened and I love a tale with a twist, so I like to write stories that fit within those parameters, although I have surprised myself with a domination story and want to expand my repertoire. My aim is to be able to write full time as I have finally found something that I love doing.

  I’m in my late twenties and of West Indian parentage.

  Email: shermainewilliams@hotmail.co.uk

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