Still a Slut for Bennett - Part 14

We barely made it to Bennett’s bedroom before his lips were on mine, the door shutting behind us with a soft click.

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We barely made it to Bennett’s bedroom before his lips were on mine, the door shutting behind us with a soft click. His hands gripped my waist, pulling me flush against him as our mouths collided in a heated kiss. I could still taste the beer on his lips, but it was his warmth, his closeness, that had me dizzy.

“Merry Christmas,” I murmured against his lips, smirking as I nudged him backward onto the bed.

“Is this where I get my extra present?” he teased, his voice low and full of promise.

“Oh, you’re getting it all right,” I replied, sinking to my knees in front of him.

Bennett watched me with that lazy, confident grin of his as I unzipped his pants and tugged at the waistband of his ridiculous Santa boxers, pulling them down just enough to free his growing erection. He was already half-hard, and the way his breath hitched as I wrapped my hand around him sent a thrill through me.

I started slow, dragging my tongue along his whole length, enjoyinh the way his body tensed beneath my touch. His hand found its way to my hair, fingers tangling as I took him deeper, hollowing my cheeks. “Fuck, Eli,” he groaned, his hips bucking slightly as I worked him over with my mouth, my hand stroking his shaft in time with my movements.

He let out a low, but deep moan as I swirled my tongue around the tip, tasting the bead of precum that had gathered at the end. His grip tightened in my hair as I sank down again, taking him as deep as I could, gagging slightly but loving the way it made him moan softly.

Then I spat on my finger, letting my free hand drift lower, gently stroking his inner thigh before slipping a finger between his cheeks. “Eli?” he murmured, his voice tinged with surprise as his body stiffened momentarily. I pulled back just enough to meet his gaze, offering a reassuring smile. “Relax,” I murmured, my voice soft and soothing.

Bennett looked down at me, his eyes dark and hooded, but he didn’t stop me. Slowly, carefully, I pressed my finger against him, teasing the tight ring of muscle before slipping inside. His head fell back against the bed with a strangled groan. “Shit, Eli,” he gasped. “That feels… fuck.”

I smiled around his cock, letting my finger move in time with the rhythm of my mouth. The combination had him writhing, his muscles quivering under my touch. “You’re so fucking good at this,” he groaned, his voice shaky.

When I felt him getting close, I pulled back, licking my lips as I climbed onto the bed. “Not done with you yet,” I said, tugging off my sweater to reveal the red lace panties I’d been hiding all evening.

Bennett’s eyes widened, a slow grin spreading across his face. “Merry fucking Christmas to me.”

I slicked up his erection with lube, the coolness making him shiver slightly beneath me. Hooking the edge of my panties to the side, I straddled him, guiding him carefully as I sank down onto him. We both groaned in unison at the sensation—the stretch, the fullness. His size was as substantial as ever, but after all the times we’d been together, my body had grown accustomed to it, welcoming him with ease.

The pleasure was immediate, sparks shooting through me as I began to move, rolling my hips slowly at first, savoring every inch of him. Bennett’s hands gripped my waist, his fingers firm yet gentle, thumbs tracing the soft lace of my panties as if he couldn’t get enough of the feel of them against his skin.

“God, Eli,” he rasped, his voice raw with need. “You look so fucking good.”

I braced myself against his chest, my hands splayed over his firm, slightly damp skin as I rode him harder, faster. The friction, the fullness, and the way his cock hit just the right spot inside me sent waves of pleasure coursing through my body.

“Cum for me, babe,” Bennett groaned, his voice thick with need. His hands gripped my hips tightly, guiding my movements as he pressed himself as deep as he could go. “I can feel you twitching—do it. Coat my abs.”

His words sent me over the edge. My breath hitched, and my body tensed as my orgasm hit, hard and fast. I cried out, spilling onto his slightly hairy abs in thick, hot streams. The sight of it—my cum glistening on his skin, the way his hands clung to me as though anchoring me to him—was almost too much. Every pulse of pleasure left me trembling, my chest heaving as I leaned forward, resting my forehead against his.

Now it was Bennett’s turn. His grip on my hips tightened as his thrusts grew frantic, and with a loud groan, he came too, spilling his load deep inside me. The warmth of it filled me, sending aftershocks of pleasure through my body as I slumped against him.

We lay there for a moment, both of us catching our breath, my head resting against his chest. His fingers trailed lazily along my back, and I couldn’t help but grin. “I think my insides are permanently coated with your cum these days,” I said, my voice teasing.

Bennett chuckled, his hand sliding lower to give my ass a playful squeeze. “Hey,” he said, his tone casual but laced with curiosity. “That finger earlier… felt kinda good, by the way.”

I raised an eyebrow, my grin widening. “Oh?”

He winked. “Maybe next time, we could try something bigger in there.”

I laughed, swatting his chest lightly. “Maybe”.

“Merry Christmas, Bennett,” I murmured, my eyes fluttering shut.

“Merry Christmas, Eli.”