Page 10 of Rebellious Hearts

He groaned again when I moved, grinding my clit against him, and then I began lifting myself and lowering again.

“Fuck, yes,” Ben groaned.

It had been a long time since I’d been with a man, and the feeling of him filling me up was heaven. I didn’t think. I couldn’t. All I could do was feel.

Ben was large, and he stretched me wide. When he was buried inside me, all the way in, we both moaned and then he grabbed me, kissing me. I lifted my hips and thrust them down again.

His fingers dug into my ass cheeks. I did it again, and again, and the pleasure began building inside me. I gasped, and the sounds became a cry.

His fingers dug harder into me; his grip was bruising, and it pushed me over the edge. I cried out, giving myself over to the sensation and rode him harder and harder, bucking my hips.

I ground my clit against him and lifted myself again, and then thrust down hard. Ben’s face was strained, his hands gripping my hips, and I doubled over as pleasure rolled through my body.

Ben pulled me closer, holding me tightly, and rolled us over. I yelped, but he was suddenly on top, pinning me down, his weight pressing against me. I loved how it felt, his strength and size.

He drove himself into me, pounding, his tattoos shifting with every forceful movement, and the pleasure started building again. I was sensitive, and he felt like he was everywhere.

He thrust and thrust, and I moaned and cried out. Ben’s face was strained, sweat broke on his forehead and his arms were solid and tense, holding himself up, showing his muscular build.

Ben thrust again, and again, and I shuddered as the pleasure grew. I cried out when the orgasm crashed into me, and I clamped down around his cock, milking him. Almost immediately, Ben’s body jerked, and he cried out, his eyes closed, his head thrown back. I felt his orgasm roll through him, his cock stiff and pulsing inside me, his muscles bunching so that he looked like Atlas.

We both rode out the orgasm until we were spent.

When the pleasure was gone, Ben pulled out and lay down beside me, wrapping an arm around me.

I rested my head against his chest and listened to his heart beat, slowing down from a sprint.

“Fuck,” he breathed.

“Yeah,” I agreed.

We lay in the dark room, and I came back to Earth.

“I should probably go,” I finally said.

I glanced at Ben. He looked at me and nodded. “Yeah.”

“You don’t mind?”

“I’m not a cuddler.”

“Me either.”

He grinned at me. “Doesn’t mean it wasn’t fucking fantastic.”

I chuckled. “Thanks.”

I sat up and found my bra and top.

“I think my pants are in the foyer.”

“I’m on it,” Ben said and left the room, walking naked to the door. I couldn’t help but watch. He really had a body like a god, and when he disappeared, I shook my head.

Get it together. One. Night. Stand.

Ben returned with my pants and panties, and I pulled them on.

He put on a pair of boxers, and I swear boxers never look that good.