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  Ben nodded, a look of almost pain on his face. Good, he needed me as much as I needed him. This was going to be torture for both of us. I just hoped I could convince him that it wasn't necessary before we finished.

  Lowering myself the final inch, I pressed my wet, open pussy against the straining length of his shaft and felt his cock cradled inside the lips of my cunt. Ben and I gasped simultaneously at the hot contact, and I took a moment to regroup before I started. Shifting my hips sensuously, I slid forward, rubbing my aching pussy along the length of his shaft. He was already slippery with the sweet almond oil I had used on him earlier, and I was beyond wet from the hot way he had eaten and fingered my pussy. It made for an achingly pleasurable ride.

  It was a long, smooth slide until I reached the broad, plum-shaped head of his cock. I gasped, sparks of pleasure racing through me as it bumped against my sensitive clit, then settled naturally at the wet entrance to my pussy.

  Ben groaned too as just the head of his cock slipped inside me, and I felt his hands tighten on my hips, keeping me from taking him any deeper. Was he really still so afraid of hurting me? It was time to step it up a notch.

  “Ben,” I murmured, pulling back at his unspoken request and beginning another long slide back toward the base of his cock. “Ben, I never had the chance to tell you how much I loved having you inside me, did I?”

  “Dani…” His voice sounded anguished. “Don't,” he whispered. “Please, I don't want to hurt you again.”

  “It didn't hurt,” I told him. “It was amazing to feel your cock in me, filling me that way. Taking me. Fucking me.”

  Ben groaned again, and I continued to work my hips against him. I was sliding up again, feeling the head of his cock bump over my swollen clit with a delicious friction that nearly made me scream.

  “I wanted you then,” I told him, reaching the end of my journey once more with the head of his cock lodged at the entrance to my pussy, “And I want you now. Please, Ben, this would be so much better if it was real.” I pressed down against him and felt another thick inch of his cock spreading my pussy open, but then his hands on my hips kept me from going farther.

  “Dani…” He shook his head, unable to say any more. He was hanging on to his self control by a thread—a thread I wanted to snap once and for all.

  “Trust me, Ben,” I whispered, caressing his chest where every muscle was tense with longing. “Trust me and trust yourself. Make love to me and prove to both of us that it doesn't have to be hard and fast all the time.” I felt his grip on my hips weakening, and I used my advantage to slide lower, taking another thick inch of his cock into my pussy. “Show me how sweet it can be,” I urged him. “Fuck me as gently as you want, take all the time in the world.”

  “No.” Ben's hands tightened on me again, almost painfully, arresting my progress.

  “Why not?” I was pleading with him, nearly begging now. “Please, Ben, can't you see how much I need you? How much we need each other?”

  “Don't want…don't want this to be something we do…just to achieve a goal.” He was obviously fighting to get the words out. “I need…” He took a deep breath. “Need for this to mean something. Not just a friendship fuck.”

  “Oh, Ben.” I felt like crying but held myself back. Leaning forward, I stroked his springy black hair, which had picked up red highlights in the glow of the fire. “I am your best friend, but I want to be more than that,” I told him, putting my need on hold for a moment. “I love you, Ben. I think I always have—I just wouldn't let myself see it.”

  “Love you too.” A look of relief entered his eyes, and his hands relaxed their iron grip on my hips. With a feeling of relief too deep for words, I lowered myself completely until I felt the broad head of his cock pressing against the mouth of my womb, filling my pussy completely.

  Ben and I both groaned out loud, and I took a moment to adjust to the thickness piercing me. It was a whole different sensation taking him this way than it had been when I was on my hands and knees. It was deeper somehow—sharper. And I could look down and watch the play of emotions over his face as he filled me, an intimacy I had mostly been denied on the night of the Mabon ceremony.

  “God, Dani, you're so tight.” Ben reached up to cup my cheek, and I leaned down to nuzzle against his touch. It felt so good to be joined to him this way—right in a way I couldn't describe.

  “It's just that you're so big,” I told him. “And it's been so long since I've been with anyone. But this angle is good, I can feel you all the way inside me, filling me up. Feels so right.”

  “Ride me,” he urged, letting his hand trail down to cup my right breast and pinch the nipple gently. “Use me, Dani. Work yourself on my cock. I want to watch you make yourself come.”

  I understood what he was doing—he was letting me set the pace, making sure he wouldn't hurt me in any way. But I had never had a man talk to me that way before. Never had anyone ask me to put on a show for them and I found the idea immensely appealing.

  Lifting my hips, I began to work myself on the thick shaft that impaled me, keeping my eyes fixed on Ben's the whole time. His hands on my hips helped me, lifting and guiding as I fucked myself on him, but he let me do most of it, not thrusting himself at all.

  I was getting hotter and hotter. I leaned back, deepening the penetration, and began to grind my hips in slow circles, swirling my pussy around him in a circular motion that made him groan.

  “That's right, sweetheart.” His deep voice was hoarse. “Fuck yourself on my cock, Dani. Come for me. I want to feel your pussy squeezing me while you come all over my cock.”

  As he spoke, I felt one of his hands drop from my hip to slide down to my inner thighs where we were joined. The broad pad of his thumb began to slide over my swollen clit in long, steady strokes, teasing the over-sensitized nerves to the furthest edge of desire and need.

  Oh, God, I couldn't help myself any more. I knew I should hold back to push the power even higher, but suddenly I just couldn't. Crying out, I pressed myself hard against him, and the stroking of his thumb over my open cunt quickened its rhythm. I had a sudden instant of clarity, a moment when I could feel everything—his cock inside me, the long strands of my hair brushing the small of my back, my nipples so hard I felt like I might explode, the firelight warm and glowing against my skin, painting Ben and I both in shades of crimson and gold. Then I came, gasping and calling his name, begging him to fuck me.

  It was too much for both of us. Before I knew it, Ben had flipped our positions so that I was under him on the quilt and he was poised above me, still inside me, straining with need. But still he didn't move.

  “Do it, Ben,” I begged him, knowing that he needed me to ask him before he could. “Do it—fuck me. I need it—I want it—want you.” I tried to put every ounce of reassurance I possessed into my plea. I pressed up against him, wrapped my legs around his narrow, muscular hips, and clawed at his back. How else could I show him what I needed—how much I needed to feel him driving into me, pouring himself and his energy into my body to bring us both to the edge this time?

  “God, Dani. Love you so damn much,” Ben gasped, and then he was driving into me like a jackhammer. He wasn't as rough as he had been at Mabon, but he wasn't gentle either. There was a feeling of released tension, of a spring that has been wound too tightly for too long finally popping loose as he pumped into me, thrusting his cock as deeply into my pussy with each fierce motion as he could.

  “Ben…Ben!” I was calling his name, scratching his back, and thrusting back to meet him. I had no shame left in me anymore. No embarrassment at my wanton actions. The feel of his shaft inside me, the thrust and push of his cock inside my cunt, had stripped me down to a being made only of need and desire. I reveled in the feeling of being helpless beneath him. Of being spread, filled, fucked. Once more I felt the power building above me, and this time I made a conscious effort to focus it.

  Ben pressed against me, every muscle in his big body tensing as he strained to