Benjamin's Sweet Surrender

The rain hammered against the windows of the small, secluded cabin, a relentless rhythm accompanying the heat building within me. I lay entangled in Benjamin’s arms, his muscular chest pressing against my back, the scent of his sweat and arousal thick in the air. It wasn’t a polite, restrained affection; this was a raw, primal connection, a desperate need that consumed us both. My heart pounded a frantic tattoo against my ribs, mirroring the insistent throbbing in his cock. We had been building this tension all evening, a slow, deliberate dance of longing and anticipation, and now, it felt as if the dam was about to break.

He shifted slightly, drawing me closer, his hand sliding lower, tracing the curve of my spine with deliberate slowness. My breath hitched in my throat, a silent plea for more. His fingers tightened their grip, and a jolt of electricity shot through me as he brought his hand down, a forceful slap against my backside. It wasn’t gentle; it was a declaration, a demand for immediate satisfaction. My body arched involuntarily, a silent acknowledgment of his dominance.

As he slid beneath me, his weight shifted, pinning me against the mattress. The heat intensified, a burning sensation radiating outwards. I moaned, a small, involuntary sound, lost in the roar of the rain. Then, his hand found my private parts, his thumb gently teasing the sensitive skin before drawing back to reveal the full force of his arousal. His large, calloused hand gripped my lower lip, pulling it down, forcing my mouth open as he descended. He tasted of sweat and desire, his tongue tracing the edges of my lips, igniting a fire in my core.

His cock was a magnificent specimen, thick and heavy, pulsing with power. As he thrust deep into my vagina, a sharp, intense pleasure ripped through me, followed by a wave of overwhelming need. I writhed, begging him to take me further, to push me to the brink of ecstasy. "Benjamin," I gasped, my voice ragged, "please, take me. Let me drown in your pleasure. Don't hold back." My words were desperate, fueled by an almost animalistic craving.

He responded with a guttural grunt, his movements becoming more frantic, more demanding. The pressure mounted, a searing heat spreading through my body. I arched my back, pushing against the mattress, trying to control the waves of pleasure washing over me. But there was no denying the primal force that was driving us both, the sheer, unadulterated lust that consumed us both.

Suddenly, he pulled me up, lifting me off the bed and holding me suspended in the air. The sensation was both exhilarating and terrifying. My body trembled, anticipating the next wave of pleasure. As he pulled me downward, his fingers gripped my hair, pulling my head back, exposing my neck. His lips brushed against my skin, a slow, deliberate exploration that sent shivers down my spine. Then, he bit, a playful nibble that escalated into a more insistent, demanding bite.

With a surge of adrenaline, he plunged deep into me, his cock shattering against my resistance. The pleasure was immediate and overwhelming, a torrent of sensation that threatened to consume me entirely. I screamed, a primal cry of release, as he continued to thrust, pushing me further and further into ecstasy. My muscles spasmed, my breath came in ragged gasps, and tears streamed down my face.

As he reached the height of his arousal, he began to ejaculate, a hot, viscous stream of semen flooding my body. The sensation was intense, burning, and utterly unforgettable. I arched my back even further, pushing against the mattress, clinging to him, desperate to prolong the pleasure.

He continued to thrust, his movements becoming more frantic, more desperate. The heat intensified, and the pleasure reached a fever pitch. I felt myself losing control, surrendering completely to the overwhelming sensation. It was an exquisite torture, a beautiful agony that left me weak and breathless.

Finally, he released me, letting me fall back onto the bed, exhausted and spent. We lay there for a moment, panting, our bodies slick with sweat and semen. The rain continued to beat against the windows, but inside the cabin, a different kind of storm raged – a storm of passion, desire, and profound connection.

As he slid back in, his cock already hard and ready, I knew that this was just the beginning. This was the beginning of our life together, a life filled with pleasure, passion, and an unwavering devotion to one another. We were bound together by something deeper than love; we were bound by lust, by need, by an insatiable desire for each other.

His hand found my breast, pulling me closer, drawing me in. His fingers dug into my flesh, teasing and tormenting, before he continued to thrust deep into my vagina. The pleasure was relentless, a constant flow of sensation that left me weak and vulnerable.

As he reached the height of his arousal, he began to pull me up, lifting me off the bed once again. The feeling of weightlessness was intoxicating, a dizzying mix of excitement and fear. He held me suspended in the air, his eyes locked on mine, as he continued to penetrate me, pushing me to the very edge of my limits.

Then, he dropped me back onto the bed, letting me sink into his embrace. We clung to each other, our bodies trembling with exhaustion and pleasure. The rain continued to fall, but inside the cabin, it felt as if we were the only two people in the world. We were lost in our own private world of pleasure, a world where nothing else mattered but the raw, unadulterated feeling of being utterly consumed by desire.

As the storm outside finally subsided, the first rays of dawn peeked through the windows, casting a warm glow over the cabin. I lay there, nestled in Benjamin’s arms, feeling a sense of profound contentment. The night had been long, intense, and unforgettable, and I knew that it had changed me in ways I couldn’t even begin to comprehend. But as I looked into Benjamin’s eyes, I knew that this was exactly where I was meant to be, lost in the arms of the man who had awakened my deepest desires. And as I felt the first stirrings of life within me, I knew that our love story was only just beginning.

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