Nightly Conquest: Benjamin & Mary Beth

The rain hammered against the windows, a relentless rhythm mirroring the insistent throb in my core. Last night, Benjamin had unleashed a torrent of pleasure upon me, a raw, primal experience that left me breathless and utterly spent. He’d known exactly what I craved – a complete surrender, a full and utter absorption in his lust. The memory still clung to me, a delicious, insistent ache, as I lay tangled in the sheets, my skin slick with sweat and anticipation.

I rose from the bed, drawn by the steamy haze emanating from the bathroom. The shower was on, the water cascading down, creating a miniature waterfall against the tiled walls. And there he was, Benjamin, a magnificent specimen of masculine beauty, lost in the cleansing ritual. His broad shoulders were hunched over, his powerful chest glistening with soap, while his thick cock hung down, a magnificent, hard sculpture, bouncing gently with each movement. It was a sight that stole my breath away, a testament to his raw power and the delicious anticipation of what was to come.

My fingers danced across my belly, a nervous tremor rippling through me as I recalled the conversation we’d had just before sleep. He’d promised to fulfill my deepest desires, to take me to a place of ecstatic abandon. He’d spoken of planting his seed deep within me, a profound act of intimacy that would bind us even closer. Tonight, it seemed, was the night he would deliver on his promise.

I approached the shower cautiously, my heart pounding in my chest. The steam swirled around me, carrying the scent of sandalwood and his musky body. As I drew closer, I could feel the heat radiating from his skin, igniting a fire within me. I slipped behind the glass, leaning against the cool tiles, my gaze fixed on his every move.

His hands, thick and calloused, worked diligently, lathering his hair and washing his arms. The rhythmic swish of the water, combined with the insistent throbbing in my nether regions, built a crescendo of anticipation. He paused, lifting his head slightly, his eyes meeting mine through the fogged glass. A slow, knowing smile spread across his lips, a silent invitation to join him in his sensual world.

With a surge of courage, I pushed my way forward, my body pressing against his back. The scent of his sweat mingled with my own, a potent cocktail of desire and arousal. My hands, trembling slightly, reached out to caress his sculpted back, tracing the lines of his muscles. As he continued to wash, I began to grind my breasts against his back, seeking the pleasure of his touch, the heat of his body.

My fingers slowly descended, exploring the contours of his body. I started with his shoulders, circling my thumbs around his deltoids, feeling the hardness of his muscles beneath my fingertips. Then, I moved downward, gently stroking his chest, feeling the heat radiating from his skin. As he continued to wash his arms, I continued my exploration, my touch growing more insistent, more demanding.

Finally, he reached his cock, and my breath caught in my throat. It was magnificent, a thick, powerful member that seemed to pulsate with raw energy. He began to stroke it, slowly at first, then with increasing urgency, his movements growing more frantic as he felt my anticipation building. My nipples hardened, aching with pleasure, as he continued his ministrations.

Lost in the moment, I stepped behind the glass, leaning my weight against the wall, and pressed my body against his. The shower was a small, intimate space, perfect for indulging in our mutual desires. My hands, trembling with anticipation, reached out to cup and squeeze his ass, feeling the firm, powerful muscles beneath my fingertips. Then, I moved on to his cock, gliding my hands along its length, feeling its hardness as he grew even more rigid.

I slipped a kiss onto his spine, a playful gesture meant to tease and tantalize. "Let me help you with this," I whispered, my voice husky with desire.

He released his cock, and my hands closed around it, pulling it gently from his body. He moaned in pleasure, his body shaking with the intensity of his arousal. "MMMmmm, I can’t get enough of you," he groaned, his voice thick with lust.

He spun me around, pulling me back against the wall, his grip firm and possessive. I gasped in shock, then surrendered to the pleasure of his touch. Grinning, I pushed back, engaging in a playful struggle for dominance. When he lay flat against the tiles, a smirk on his face, I told him, “Be a good boy,” and grabbed his hard cock. “Mmmm, I want this monster so bad, baby.”

He grabbed my hips and spun me around, pulling me back against him, so I grinded and slid my wet bottom all over and around his cock. Moaning, he seized me by the hips and lifted me up until I felt his cock pressing between my thigh. He pressed it through them, and some of the tip peeked out in front; I could see it in the mirror over the sinks opposite us.

“Mmm, looks like I have my own cock now,” I said, and started stroking his cock as we both watched the movement of my hand in the mirror. With each short stroke, I pulled upward to grind his shaft against my pussy. His breathing quickened, and he kissed and bit the back of my neck and shoulders.

I began pumping his cock harder and faster. “Ooohhh, fuck, I’m going to cum.” My pussy had started to pulse, and I felt my honey beginning to flow from it to coat his cock and make it more slippery. I shook and cried out as an orgasm washed through my body, and I gushed all over him, then went limp.

Benjamin lifted me off and laid my shaking body on the shower floor, then spread my legs and knelt between them. Our eyes locked, and he shoved himself deep into my core. With my body still shaking in orgasm, I squealed as his cock rammed all the way up. There was no gentleness now, and I wouldn't have it any other way. He’s like a madman, overcome with desire for me – all of me. I felt his cock flexing and jumping within me until after a few long strokes, it burrowed deep and erupted. With a primal bellow, Benjamin flooded my pussy with his hot seed again.

I wrapped my arms and legs tightly around him as he collapsed down onto me. How blessed we both are to love and desire one another so much; it brings me to grateful tears.

A test a couple of days later confirms that we are expecting a child of our own. The thought sent a fresh wave of pleasure through me, a promise of future intimacy and shared passion. As I drifted off to sleep that night, cradled in Benjamin's arms, I knew that our journey into parenthood would only deepen our already profound connection. The rain continued its relentless rhythm, a constant reminder of the storm within me, a storm that only Benjamin could quell.

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