Chapter 14: More of the same
Her fingers, still trembling from the last shuddering climax, intertwined with his as she led him through the sliding glass door, the cool evening air a shock against their sweat-sheened skin. “Out here,” Evelyn murmured, her voice husky, pulling him towards the wrought iron railing overlooking the glittering city. She turned, her back to the view, and leaned back until the cold metal pressed against her waist, her transformed body pale and glowing in the twilight. Ben followed, his hands settling on the immense curve of her hips, his cock, still slick from her mouth and her ass, nudging against the swollen lips between her thighs before sliding lower. He spread the plump cheeks of her ass wide, exposing the dark, used pucker that gleamed with their combined fluids. “This filthy hole again,” he breathed, not a question but a statement of intent, as he guided the thick head of his cock to her tight entrance. She gasped as he pushed in, a slow, inexorable invasion that stretched her tender ring of muscle, the city lights blurring as her eyes fluttered shut. “So full,” she moaned, her head falling back, her hands gripping the railing behind her for support. He began to move, a lazy, deep rhythm that was more possession than frenzy, each slow withdrawal and plunge making her whimper. “You okay?” he asked, his voice rough with concern even as his hips kept their steady, grinding pace. “Never better, baby,” she panted, pushing back against him, a slow, rolling motion of her hips. “Just… fuck your mom’s ass slow, Benny. Make it last.” His hands slid from her hips, one moving up to gently cup the heavy weight of her breast, his thumb stroking her nipple, while the other traced the faint, red outline of his handprint on her ass. “Remember that grant proposal?” she mumbled, a delirious, happy laugh escaping her as he filled her completely. “Drowning in inadequacy,” he repeated, a grin in his voice, his cock buried deep inside her bowels. He stayed there, not moving, just letting her feel the full, stretching thickness of him as his fingers played over her nipple. “Think it’s jealous of this ass?” she sighed, clenching around him deliberately, milking his shaft. “Absolutely fucking terrified of it,” he growled, finally pulling back and sinking in again with that same deliberate, slow intensity. The traffic hummed far below, a distant river of sound, as they moved together in the quiet dark, a slow, intimate claiming under the emerging stars.