Page 12 of Always the Matchmaker
“Good girl,” he purrs as my body yields to him. His warm breath is on my ear. “You’ve got your hair pulled up tight,” he kisses my ear lobe and I feel pulsing between my legs. He leaves kisses along my neck and collar, tasting my skin slowly. “Will you let me take it down for you?” He asks me with bated breath.
“If you keep doing that, you can do anything you want.”
He stills. “I’ve never done anything, Candy.”
I tense slightly for a moment, staring into those hazel eyes that are so clear. Never? My mind races at his meaning. “Are you...a virgin?” I ask bewildered once more.
“Yes, sweetheart. I am.” He doesn’t retreat from me, standing his ground with his truth. He kisses me, hands trailing down from my shoulders to my back. It feels so good, I can barely keep my eyes open. “Is that okay?”
“Not so bad,” I moan, smiling lazily. He chuckles against my skin.
He pulls me from my chair and into his arms, kissing me deeper. Dinner forgotten, he kicks in the chairs and gives Bracken clear guidelines for his behavior. Then he guides me to the master bedroom.
Looking around, I’m thankful it’s nothing like it was once decorated. What was once carpet and mustard yellow walls is now slate gray surround and wood flooring beneath our feet.
“I can’t wait to taste every inch of you,” he confesses, scrunching my thick velvety dress to my waist, his hands massaging my thighs. I moan and fall back onto the bed, an enveloping pleasure sea of bedding. He kneels down on the floor, kissing up from my ankles to knees, up my thighs to my belly, continuing to fight my dress for access to me.
“Let me taste all of you,” he pleads, pulling back to give me a moment to strip.
I tug my dress free, turning my back to him. Unclasp my bra and toss it aside with vigor, before I can take my underwear off he latches himself to me. Kissing my bare back and massaging my hips, pressing himself into me. He’d taken his shirt off while I had undressed, his jeans half-undone, I feel the open zipper and fabric of his boxers straining against the hefty pipe he hides in his pants. He runs his fingers through my hair and grips the base tugging lightly to pull me back against his body, his other hand seizing my breast and fondling me with eager appreciation.
“You’re so soft,” he growls in my ear.
My moans are my response, his touch adventurous and provoking. I’m wet, my panties soaked from the teasing of my flesh. I want him so desperately but I don’t want to rush him either.
“Every inch of you soft and delicious. I knew you were special,myCandy
Cane.” He grinds his bulge against my backside, eliciting moans from us both.
“I want you,” I whimper, reaching behind me to grasp his hardness. He sucks in the air, the already stiff member becoming as hard as iron. “Take me, Ben. Make me yours and let me be here for you.”
I bend over for him, my thumbs hooking into my silk underwear, sliding it down my thighs to reveal my dripping pussy to him. He groans at the sight, pushing his clothes down and revealing the massive length to me. I look back at him, salivating at his girth.
“Fuck,” I whisper, hand reaching between my legs to spread my softness for him, stroking my clit in anticipation. He strokes himself, licking his lips as he watches me. “Ben,” I whine. “Please, I need you inside me.”
He obliges, grabbing hold of my hip with one hand and guiding himself inside me with the other. I gasp at his size, his cock stretching me slowly as he trembles through his first thrust. We both groan in the sweet delight of the plunge.
I have never felt so filled, so delighted for a man to be inside me. Too eager for my own good I rock my hips against him, sliding him in and out, though he never fully leaves me, the length impressive as the girth.
Ben
I thought I would lose my mind, burst at her very first touch and somehow I managed to keep my balls full…for the time being. She’s tight and wet, her delicate walls clamp down around my cock. It’s a bliss I never knew existed. It’s as though all those years waiting had made this moment, these pleasures all the better.
As she begins to rock to and fro I close my eyes briefly, consumed by the woman wrapped around my yule log, as she so adorably put it. At long last, I grasp her hips with both hands and aid her motion, pulling her as far off me as I can without pulling entirely out, my bulbous head just inside before sliding her back on to sheath myself inside her. Each entry causing my grip to harden on her hips.
I never want to let go of her.
Emboldened by her rambunctious moans and squeals I work myself harder and faster inside of her, a pleasure in not only cock but the feel of her plump rump crushing against my thighs and pelvis with every thrust.
I’m not sure how long I can hold out, but I never want it to end. I never want to stop hearing Candy beneath me moaning and in the swells of her pleasure. I slide my hand across her hips to push her fingers aside and replace them with my own. I’m a virgin, but not entirely inept. I find that small bud and circle and tease it with my middle finger, evoking whimpers from her. Our pants become one big cacophony of lovemaking and what I told her was true.
I will make love to you.
I go a little deeper and she cries out in pleasure, screaming my name as she tremors with bodyquakes.
My body reaches that pinnacle and I feel it, her pussy clenching down on my cock, milking me in her depths of a quaking orgasm. I lose my control and spill my seed, grunting and holding her to me. She slackens beneath me, panting and sighing in relief.
“Nowthat’sa massage,” she muses with intoxicated laughs.
