Midnight Ribs & Rendezvous

The rain hammered against the windows of Ben’s modest bungalow, a relentless percussion accompanying the late-night intimacy we’d found. Just after midnight, after a delightful evening spent with Alicia and her husband, Trey, we’d returned home, the scent of ribs still clinging faintly to the air. The movie, a classic action flick, had faded into a distant memory, replaced by the raw, primal heat between us. Locking up the house, we made our way to the bedroom, stripping off our clothes with a shared anticipation that hung heavy in the humid air. The shower was a quick, exhilarating ritual, a wash of warm water against our skin before we collapsed into bed, naked and vulnerable.

“Fancy a glass of wine?” Ben murmured, his voice a low rumble against my ear as he quickly texted Alicia, letting her know we were home safe. I replied with a simple, affirmative, crawling deeper into the plush duvet, my gaze drawn to the way his limp cock swayed gently as he moved to the kitchen. It was a sight that always sent a shiver of pleasure down my spine – the undeniable evidence of his ample size, a testament to his virility.

He returned moments later, two small, crystal glasses filled with chilled white wine in hand. The way he held them, a casual grace that hinted at a hidden confidence, was intoxicating. “Here you go, babe!” he said, handing me one before sliding into the bed beside me. “I really enjoyed going to Alicia’s tonight,” I said, taking a slow sip, the cool liquid sliding down my throat. “Me too! It was really nice.” Ben took a generous gulp from his own glass, his eyes meeting mine with a spark of shared delight.

“Alicia and I talked about maybe running into town tomorrow,” I continued, adjusting my pillow to achieve the perfect angle for maximum comfort. “What are the two of you going to do in town? Shop and spend all my money?” Ben grinned, a flash of mischievousness in his eyes. “Very funny! No, we thought about maybe going by Walmart and then by the adult store. She’s looking to buy a new vibrator. I may get a new one myself,” I replied, a playful smile curving my lips.

Ben grinned and shook his head, a hint of amusement in his voice. “Sorry I asked,” he said with a laugh. “What? She’s a married grown woman now!” I retorted, letting out a burst of laughter. “I know, but I really prefer not to hear about her personal sex activities!” Ben replied, shaking his head in mock exasperation. I erupted into another fit of giggles, clutching my stomach. “Speaking of fucking… are you tired?” I asked, tracing a slow, deliberate finger over his nipple, then down his torso and beneath the covers, my touch sending a jolt of heat through his body.

“Maybe a little, but not that tired!” he responded, his voice a husky whisper against my ear. As he said this, I took his limp cock into my hand and began massaging it, the rhythmic movements sending waves of pleasure through me. It was an instinctive, primal act, a silent conversation of desire and anticipation. We leaned in closer, our lips meeting in a soft, tentative kiss that quickly escalated into something deeper, more urgent. “Want me to suck your dick?” I murmured, my breath warm against his skin as his cock slowly began to swell and lengthen in my hand.

The kiss deepened, becoming more passionate, more demanding. My fingers continued their insistent massage, teasing and tormenting his sensitive flesh. The anticipation built, a delicious tension that threatened to burst forth at any moment. Finally, we broke apart, our eyes locked in a silent promise of what was to come. “I love the way you suck cock, baby!” he groaned, the raw emotion in his voice sending shivers down my spine. As he said this, his hips began to thrust slowly, deliberately, a rhythmic invitation that I couldn't resist.

I leaned closer, my lips brushing against his skin as I took his cock into my mouth. The first tentative suckle was a shock, a sensation both exhilarating and slightly frightening. But as I continued, deepening my rhythm, the pleasure intensified, building to an unbearable crescendo. Ben groaned in approval, his body arching in response to my ministrations. His cock was now fully erect, a magnificent specimen of male anatomy that filled my hand with its undeniable power. I continued to stroke it with my tongue, taking in more and more as I worked my way up his shaft, my body trembling with anticipation.

“I love sucking your dick,” I whispered, my voice thick with desire, “But I want this monster inside me! I wanna ride you until you fill me with your hot cum, baby. Would you like that?” Ben’s eyes widened slightly, a flicker of both excitement and apprehension in their depths. “Oh, most definitely, sweetheart!” he replied, his voice laced with a palpable eagerness. As he said this, I began kissing my way back up his body, taking my time and savoring every moment of contact. Our lips locked, our bodies entwined, as I moved over him and straddled him, my hands gently guiding his cock to my waiting pussy hole.

Slowly, deliberately, I took him in, inch by inch, feeling the familiar pleasure building within me. Ben grasped my breasts with both hands, gently massaging them as I began riding his cock. Rotating my hips, I screwed him, my clit rubbing against his groin, a delicious sensation that made me moan with pleasure. We looked into each other’s eyes, lost in a world of shared lust and unbridled desire. “Damn! You’re so beautiful, and my dick feels so good inside you!” Ben exclaimed, then gave both my nipples a slight twist with his fingers. It was a painful pleasure, an exquisite torture that only heightened my arousal.

“Ohhhh, baby!” I cried out, my hips jerking and my body trembling with my first orgasm, my pussy muscles squeezing and releasing his cock as if hungrily sucking him in. As my orgasm subsided, I looked at Ben and smiled, a primal satisfaction washing over me. His cock remained lodged inside me, a testament to the intensity of our encounter. We collapsed back onto the bed, both of us sweating but utterly content.

“You’re so fucking hot!” Ben growled, his voice raw with pleasure as he continued beating himself off with a frenzied passion. I watched him, captivated by his raw desire, my own pleasure reaching fever pitch. “Cum for me! Cum, baby!” I shrieked, my voice hoarse with anticipation. As he finally surrendered, releasing a torrent of hot, viscous fluid into my waiting body, I felt a surge of euphoria unlike anything I’d ever experienced. We clung to each other, lost in the aftermath of our shared pleasure, our bodies intertwined in a passionate embrace. The rain continued to fall outside, but inside the bungalow, the world had shrunk to just the two of us, lost in the intoxicating heat of the moment. The night was far from over, and the promise of more pleasure awaited.

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