Benjamin's Burning Need

The scent of citrus and something musky, undeniably masculine, hung heavy in the air as Benjamin leaned over the island, his eyes locked on mine. We’d been at it for what felt like an eternity, a whirlwind of shared pleasure and desperate need. The heat radiating from his body was intoxicating, a primal invitation that I couldn't resist. My own body throbbed with the rhythm of our passion, a symphony of moans and gasps echoing in the otherwise silent kitchen. Now, he paused, a playful glint in his eyes, the aftermath clinging to us both like a sticky, vibrant stain.

“Does my baby want more?” I whispered, pushing myself up on my elbows, still slightly breathless, and tilting my head back to catch a glimpse of his magnificent cock, glistening with the remnants of our combined release. It was a masterpiece, a testament to our shared desires, covered in a thick, creamy layer of our own essence. I reached out, my fingers tracing the contours of his shaft, a gesture both gentle and possessive. “You know I can’t get enough of you,” I murmured, my voice husky with arousal.

He chuckled, a low rumble in his chest, and slowly withdrew, giving me a moment to savor the lingering heat. “Let me see if I can help,” I said, sliding off the island and dropping to my knees before him. The cool marble of the countertop met my bare skin, a stark contrast to the burning intensity of our encounter. As I leaned closer, licking up and down his still-twitching member, drinking in the rich, sweet nectar, I felt a surge of pure, unadulterated pleasure. “Mmmm, you’ve got a beautiful cock, baby. I can’t get enough of it,” I breathed, my lips brushing against his skin, tasting the lingering sweetness. I took the slowly increasing length of it into my mouth, making a deliberate, swallowing motion, giving the tip “throat hugs,” as he had enjoyed so much before. Then, pulling back just enough, I allowed the vibrations to course through me, feeling the pulse of his pleasure resonating through my core.

“You know what I need?” he asked, his voice laced with anticipation. His eyes held a challenge, a silent invitation to push the boundaries of our shared ecstasy.

I looked up into his dark, intense gaze, a slow smile spreading across my face. “Wha…?” I started, my voice slightly breathless.

He grinned, a flash of white teeth in the dim light. “Don’t talk with your mouth full,” he teased, pulling me to my feet. Then, with surprising strength, he lifted me back onto the countertop and dragged a kitchen chair closer, positioning himself perfectly before me.

When he sat, scooting up between my thighs, I nearly fainted. This was an act he rarely indulged in, a private moment of intense intimacy that felt both vulnerable and exhilarating. As he tentatively licked my clit, my body trembled with anticipation, my senses heightened by the proximity of his touch. I twined my fingers through his thick, dark hair, a silent signal of my desire, a plea for more. Soon, my grip tightened, drawing his hair taut as I moved it in circles, signaling the sensation I craved.

His tongue orbited my clit, making occasional lapping motions that allowed him to savor our combined pleasure. When I moaned, a low, guttural sound of pure bliss, he looked up at me with a glistening smirk, a reflection of the pleasure he derived from my response. “Ooh, does this turn my dirty girl on?” he whispered, his voice laced with lust.

“Uh-huh,” I panted, pulling him closer, my body practically begging for more. He dove in with gusto, and within minutes, I was convulsing in an intense, involuntary orgasm, my muscles clenching and releasing in a frenzy of pleasure. When I had settled, I looked between my knees, searching for his reaction. There he stood, his cock fully erect, a testament to his unwavering desire.

“Are you ready for this?” he asked, a knowing look in his eyes, as if he anticipated my answer.

“Yes, yes, baby,” I nodded vigorously, unable to contain my excitement. “I need your cock.”

“What do you need exactly?” he challenged, his voice filled with playful aggression.

It seemed he wanted me to be explicit, to articulate the depths of my desire. I tucked my knees toward my chin and spun to hang my head off the island’s edge, feeling the cool air on my skin and the anticipation building within me. “I need you to fuck my mouth and throat like you did my pussy,” I told him, my voice trembling slightly.

Benjamin stepped forward, his movements deliberate and confident. He placed his palms over my ears, his thumbs under my jaw and fingers splayed across the back of my head, creating a sense of isolation and intimacy. Then, he brought the head of his penis to my mouth, and as I opened wide, it slid in slowly but steadily, a tantalizing introduction to the pleasure that awaited. I gagged slightly, a reflexive response to the intensity of his touch, and he pulled out just enough for me to swallow, then ran the head down my slippery tongue to my throat.

This time, I remembered to open my throat wide with a yawning action and thrust my tongue out a little, creating an opening for him to explore the back of my mouth. Once Benjamin’s cock bottomed out, I swallowed, then pushed his shaft toward the roof of my mouth with my tongue, as he drew back, feeling the intense pleasure radiating through my body.

“Fuck, you are so good at that,” he groaned, his voice filled with both lust and admiration. My eyes crinkled at his praise, a silent acknowledgment of his skill and devotion.

Once we’d established our rhythm, I reached down and fingered my clit with one hand while my other urged his hips forward after each backward stroke. If I gagged or he used a bit too much force, shifting my grip to the front of his hip signaled my need for a pause. A second or two to swallow and catch my breath was all it took before I gobbled him down again.

“Mmmm, feel me taking your mouth and throat,” Benjamin crooned, his voice thick with pleasure. “Oh, yeah. Yeah.”

I could tell by his voice how close he was to climax, the heat radiating from him intensifying with each passing moment. He sped up, and drool ran out of the corners of my mouth, a testament to the overwhelming pleasure he was delivering. I refused to take a break, determined to prolong the experience, and as he reached the peak of his arousal, he abruptly pulled out, grabbed my hand, and spun me around to a sitting position.

“Where do you want my cum?” he asked, stroking his shaft, though avoiding touching the head for the moment, as if savoring the anticipation.

I considered for a split second, then hopped down and knelt in front of him again, my body yearning for the release he offered. “All over my face,” I told him, my voice breathless. “I want to be covered in your cum.” I could see the pleasure and love in his eyes as I looked up at him, a silent plea for more.

Benjamin’s breathing quickened as he stroked with more urgency, his fingers now closing around the tip, a final act of devotion before the inevitable release. He pointed his cock at my face as several ropes of hot cum covered my cheeks and eyes, some going into my hair and more hitting my chin and dripping onto my tits.

With a happy smile, I wiped my eyes and rubbed his cum all over my face, neck, and breasts, pulling a chuckle from him. “Mmmm,” he murmured, clearly enjoying my reaction.

Then, as he leaned closer, he helped me to my feet, his touch gentle yet firm. “You never stop amazing me, Mary Beth,” he whispered, his voice filled with adoration.

In response, I only lifted my cum-covered tits to him, offering a silent invitation for more intimacy. When he ducked lower to kiss and lick the cum from them, my head fell back in delight, allowing him to fully indulge in my pleasure. “You still find ways to surprise me, too,” I told him, then drew his sticky lips to mine for a tongue-tangling kiss, a final act of passion before we lost ourselves completely in the depths of our shared desire. “Mmmm.”

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