Chapter Fifteen

Angela I knew I was a complete mess, but Ben looked like he wasn’t ready to be done yet.

“Come on, shower.”

I groaned, watching him get out of bed. He went into the bathroom, and I heard the shower come on. I shifted, then winced. I was lying on my front, and I felt like I had aches everywhere, not to count my hot ass. It had been hours, and Ben had fucked me into the mattress for a few rounds. I was exhausted, and all I wanted was to sleep.

He came back into the room and sat on the edge of the bed, leaning down to kiss my cheek.

“Does it hurt to move?” He asked softly.

There was a small frown on his brow, and I could tell he was worried he’d actually hurt me.

“It’s not that bad. My body just isn’t used to this kind of work out, Ben, let me relax a bit.”

“I’ll do you one better. I’ll let you go to sleep, but we need to clean you up first. The water’s only a little warm so it won't be uncomfortable.”

He coaxed me until he got me out of bed. He carried me to the bathroom and walked us both into the shower. I shivered, then sighed when the water came in contact with my skin. It was a little colder than what I was used to, but it felt nice on my sweaty skin. Carefully, he set me down, and I leaned against the tiles. My legs were still a little shaky.

“Maybe you were right,” I said, wrinkling my nose. “I really did need a shower.”

His eyebrows raised curiously, and I looked down between my spread legs, where my thighs protested standing up.

“We fucked a lot.”

He grinned, pushing his wet hair back from his forehead. “You can’t complain about it, Angela, you came more than I did.”

It was true, so I said nothing.

Ben got close and kissed my lips, then my chin, before he moved down to my neck. I let out a helpless moan, my hands rising to his shoulders. He paused at my chest where his fingers delightfully teased at both of my nipples, before continuing his way down. My breath hitched when the tip of his tongue dipped into my navel a few times. I squirmed, desire growing heavy between my thighs. Even though I’d come more times in one night than I ever had before, my body was still up for more.

“Ben, I don’t know if I should be standing for this,” I warned, my voice already shaky.

He chuckled but didn’t stop. His hands cupped and squeezed my breasts, before sliding down to my waist, then lower to my hips. He used one hand between my thighs to nudge my legs apart, the tip of his nose rubbing over my skin. He blew a warm breath, and I whimpered as it washed over my sensitive clit.

“Just lean back and enjoy it,” he murmured, nipping at the top of my thigh. “If your legs get weak, just hold on to me.”

He circled an arm around one of my legs, before lifting it over his shoulder, spreading me open for his gaze. Then he leaned forward, and I shuddered out a breath when I felt his tongue on my clit. Two of his fingers slid inside me, pumping in and out, as he sucked on my clit. I whimpered, body trembling, as he provoked nerves I thought would be dead by now. He curled his fingers, hitting a sensitive place inside me that had me crying out. Ben paused, as if knowing just how close I was to orgasm, and I groaned in disappointment.

“Not so soon,” he chided.

I pulled one weak hand from his shoulder and tugged his hair. He left a kiss on my clit; then his tongue licked around my entrance before sliding in beside his fingers. Then, he removed his fingers and buried his face against me.

“Ben!”

The sound bounced in the enclosed space, making it sound even louder. He thumbed my clit, and I climaxed. I went slack against the tiles. He kissed me once, before pulling away. As he rose up, he shifted my leg from over his shoulder but held onto me. He grabbed my other thigh, and I hugged my arms around him as he lifted me up against the tiles with my legs wrapped around his hips. His cock had hardened already, and I would have been surprised how he could still get it up, but twenty one was still relatively young.

“Ben,” I groaned. “Enough already. I’m tired…”

I considered it a miracle that I hadn't passed out yet.

“Just once more,” he promised, his cock sliding inside me. “One last time and then we can sleep all right? I’ll let you sleep in tomorrow.”

I just groaned some more and tilted my head back against the tiles. He was considerate enough to wait for me to get adjusted. When he started to move, it was slow. I breathed carefully, the friction of his cock sliding in and out of me bringing my body to life once more. I flexed my limbs, but I was truly exhausted.

“Angela.”

When he said my name, my eyes fluttered open as I raised my head. Our gazes met, and I felt my breath hitch. He was looking at me in a way he hadn't before, and it made something in my chest clench. I told myself it was impossible, it was already a wonder he was looking at me with lust, imagining anything more would be too much.

I wanted to close my eyes and ignore it. Ben leaned forward and kissed me before I could.

“Am I hurting you?” He asked gently.

My nails dug into his back, and I shook my head no. I was still slick from our earlier tryst and my own juices, so the slide of his cock was comfortable, more than that even. No matter how many times he took me, it felt amazing.

“Good.”

He continued to kiss me softly, his lips moving gently over mine. He licked and sucked on my lips until they were swollen and sensitive. I didn’t know how long we stood in that shower with warm water pouring over us, though most of my body was shielded from it by his. He licked his way into my mouth, rolling our tongues together, and I let out soft sighs and moans, more focused on the kiss than on where our bodies were joined.

Then, he started going faster. With every thrust of his cock inside me, he moved a little faster, a little harder, until he was fucking me hard against the tiles. My rising voice echoed around us. Ben buried his face in my neck, growling as he nipped and sucked at my skin. I knew I would have marks all over me in the morning, and I absolutely loved it.

I called his name, over and over, hooking my ankles behind him as I held him tighter. One of my hands slid down his back to grab his ass cheek, urging him to hurry up. Our previous soft moment was left behind as we both grew desperate to come. I’d already come so many times, even as I kept urging him to move faster, fuck me harder, go in deeper.

Ben orgasmed before I did, which was a first. I could feel his cock pulse inside me as he filled me with come once more. He thrust his hips, his movements jerky and desperate, and as he bit down hard on my shoulder, I whimpered and came again.

“I really can't go on anymore,” I whispered, slumping against his shoulder. “Please, Ben…”

“Shh, don’t worry about it,” he soothed. “I promised right? We’ll just get clean and go to sleep.”

I felt like I was half asleep already. He kept me in his arms for a moment longer before pulling out of me and lowering me to the floor. I leaned heavily against his body as his fingers slicked over my delicate skin with tender swipes of a wash cloth. It wasn’t sexual this time, that soft touch of his, it was done with care and tenderness.

He carried me out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel, and I was ready to sleep the moment my head touched the pillow. I felt his arms come around me as he adjusted us and brought the covers over our naked bodies. I snuggled into his chest and fell asleep, completely at peace with the world.