Page 46 of Friends with Benefits

She relaxed back down on the bed and pulled me against her. I was thinking about getting my mouth on her pussy again, but instead, Ember reached between her legs and stroked my cock, coaxing it between her thighs. All the oxygen in my lungs seemed to evaporate. She was already wet for me, the skin of her inner thighs slick with her arousal.

“Why didn’t you?” she asked.

I couldn’t help it. Once her thighs closed over the head of my dick, I thrust my hips forward and pressed my forehead against hers. I angled up so that I was brushing against her wet folds, teasing us both. Sweat broke out all over my skin.

“Didn’t I what?” What the hell were we talking about?

“Why didn’t you wake me up any way you liked?”

She tensed the muscles in her thighs, and I was this close to begging her to let me in. “It wasn’t something we’d talked about. I didn’t want to cross any boundaries you might have that I didn’t know about.”

For a second, I thought I had pissed her off because she didn’t say anything in response. Then, she lifted her top leg and rested it over my thigh. She reached down again and angled my cock toward her opening. I sucked in a breath as she adjusted her body until I slid in with ease.

“Next time, you can wake me up if you want,” she said. “I don’t mind.”

I was trying to keep a clear head, but it was impossible. She was so warm and wet it was killing me. My voice was hoarse when I spoke. “I’ll try to remember that.”

We had to be quiet, so I fucked her soft and slow, listening to the sounds of her breathing change, and adjusting the depth and speed of my thrusts. When she was moaning into the pillow she had pressed against her face, I moved my hand from her breast with reluctance to her swollen, sensitive clit. I’d spent the previous night learning everything there was to know about what got her off. I had made her come so many times she’d been begging me to stop in the end.

Ember’s fingers clamped down on my wrist as I began to draw circles over her responsive flesh. Her hips bucked, urging me to go faster, but I wanted to take it slow and make it last. We both had a busy couple of weeks coming up, and we might not get a chance to be together for a while. I wasn’t going to rush her over the edge if I could help it.

She began to writhe against me, trying to get herself off with my dick. I chuckled darkly and said, “Someone’s greedy this morning.”

Practically growling, she replied, “Tripp, please fuck me.”

Goddamn, I liked it when she was bossy.

Turning, I adjusted her body until she was lying on her side somewhat, belly to the bed. I straddled her bottom leg and angled the top over my arm. When I drove into her, it was long and deep and slow. She stopped breathing for a second, her eyes rolling to the back of her head and all of her muscles tensing when I bottomed out inside her.

She liked this position, I had learned. Her thighs were quivering within seconds, and sounds came out of her throat I’d never heard her make before. If it weren’t for the pillow she kept pressed against her mouth, the whole apartment complex would have heard her moaning for me. I kept my slow and steady pace and teased at her clit until she was so wet that I could feel the moisture transfer to my thighs.

When her hips went crazy, I knew she was close. She liked to fight her orgasm, and I had to keep hold of her leg, or she would have bucked me off. In the end, I had her damn near pinned to the bed, playing furiously at her clit as she sobbed out her release into the pillow. I could wake up every morning like this, imagining new ways to make her scream.

She lay there for a while until the aftershocks abated. When she could move, I climbed off her and threw myself onto my back. My dick was still rock-hard, but all I wanted was to make her come again, so I was thoroughly satisfied.

I was only half aware of what she was doing as she slid down my body. Then I felt her hand wrap around my dick and stroke it. I made a strangled sound in the back of my throat.

“Em…” I groaned when she began to lick up and down the length of me. I’d spend so much time making sure she was always thoroughly taken care of that, in the few minutes we managed to steal together now and then, I hadn’t let her reciprocate very much. If the devious look on her face was anything to go by, she was going to pay me back in full.

Her heated breath bathed my thighs. “Don’t move,” she ordered huskily, her hand stroking again.

I could only hold my head up long enough for the vision of her kneeling beside my legs to burn itself into my brain. Her short red hair tumbled around her shoulders. Her chest flushed pink, and her nipples were like pretty little raspberries. I wanted to paint my cum all over those tits, and the thought made me weak all over, and I dropped back against the pillows.

Comprehension was slow, my brain muggy with sleep and the musk of sex. When I realized what she was doing, I fisted the sheets at my side. Certainly, there was no way in hell she was going to—fuck.And then her mouth slicked over the head of my cock. She crouched beside me, her thick ass swaying in the air as she bobbed over me. I reached out a hand and clamped on the flare of her hip to steady myself.

I sputtered, not necessarily in objection, but because I didn’t want her to feel obligated to do anything she didn’t want to do. Naturally, she ignored me and merely splayed a hand over my abs and applied gentle pressure, pushing me back onto the bed as she licked the taste of her orgasm off my cock.

Was there a more beautiful sight? I didn’t fucking think so.

None that I could call to mind, anyway.

While she bobbed up and down over me, I shifted enough to play with her pussy, which was still wet and so pretty pink it was irresistible. Without a second thought, I pulled her hips and helped her straddle my chest so I could get a taste of her while her mouth was wrapped around me.

She kept herself shaved except for a thatch of hair in a neat little triangle at the top that had the same red color as her hair. I didn’t care what she looked like, but I couldn’t deny hers was the prettiest pussy I’d ever seen, simply because it was hers. She moaned around my dick as I teased her clit. She was so tender that I did little more than lap at the engorged flesh.

To be honest, I could barely concentrate on doing much more than lick at her. She didn’t mind. She swayed her hips back and forth over me. Then she took my cock deep in her throat, and it flipped a switch inside me. I wrapped my arms around her waist and fused my mouth to her wet cunt. My tongue found her opening and speared in, causing her to choke on my cock. I probably liked that more than I should have.

The combination of her taking me deep into her throat and the taste of her on my tongue was something that would haunt me...probably forever. She tasted so fucking good, I couldn’t get enough. When she readjusted to take the heavy globes between my legs into her hand to squeeze gently and fondle, while simultaneously taking me as deeply as she could, I pulled away, saying, “Fuck, angel, I’m gonna come.”