Page 94 of Beneath the Helmet
He walks back behind me, caressing my skin for a moment before gently and slowly putting himself back inside me.
Good, God.
The pleasure’s better than the first time. A soft whimpered moan escapes my lips.
“Are you okay? How’s it feel?”
“So, so, so good. Don’t stop,” I plead.
“Good,” he says gruffly, picking up the pace.
My fingers dig into the leather to hold on because each thrust threatens to push me off the seat. My body urges to arch back but my position on the bike stops it. The pleasure becomes unbearable, devouring mecompletely. It’s too much. It’s building and building to the point where I know I’m going to die from this ecstasy.
A brief moment of clarity surfaces. “I want you to finish inside me.”
“What?”
His thrusts become erratic, faster then slower, then faster again. His grunts are deep and spur me on more, creating a beautiful duet with my higher pitched moans. Sweat drips all over my backside, cooling my hot skin and making it easier for us to glide into each other.
“I want you to come inside me. Please, Ben.”
“Fuck,babe. God, I want to so bad, but I want us to be safe. I shouldn’t. God, as much as I want to, I shouldn’t,” he pants.
His nails grip into my sides even harder as he fights the desire I could hear in his response.
“I’ve been on birth control for years. It’s safe,” I breathily moan, desperate for him to give me everything.
Seconds later, his loud moans match his throbbing finish inside me as he easily gives in to my request. His hand settles on mine and becomes still as he rests his forehead on my back, still inside me and panting. I revel in the closeness of how he’s holding me and what we’ve just done.
“I’ve never come inside a girl before,” he whispers onto my back and kisses where he’s laying. “That was the most amazing feeling ever. You’re so amazing, baby. Damn.”
I rest my chin on my hands and smile. Happiness radiates through me in knowing we shared this first milestone together.
“Wait, you didn’t finish,” he says, a realization that must’ve just occurred to him.
“No, but that’s okay,” I say, still vibing off the high and totally content.
“Nope. Unacceptable.”
A cool breeze chills my skin now that his warmth’s gone, giving me goosebumps. I hoist myself down off the bike and turn around to him fully naked and putting on his helmet.
“What are you doing?”
He picks me up and wraps my legs around him, which quickly begin sliding down his sweat slicked skin.
“Put your elbows on the seat,” he commands under the helmet as he lifts me over the bike seat once more. I obey, extremely curious as to what he has planned.
“Ben. What are youdoing?”
His hand barely fits around himself as he grabs it, guiding into me again. As soon as he breaks through, Ibuck from pleasure, now understanding why I needed my elbows down. Leaning on one elbow for leverage, I reach to lift his tinted visor so I can see his eyes, but he knocks my hand away.
“I’m keeping the vizor down. I’ve watched you, remember? I know you like to watch yourself. You like to admire and study how your body reacts to the adrenaline and ecstasy coursing through you. To enjoy how powerful you are when you’re vulnerable and exposed. You’ve seen how you make you feel. Now I want you to see the beautiful mess I make of you.”
He thrusts hard inside to the hilt. I moan loudly, skipping the build-up and already tense in my core, preparing for a release.
“Keep your eyes open and watch yourself, baby,” he grunts in between each thrust.
I open my eyes and stare into the tinted visor, obeying him.
