Private Lessons Chapter Six
Private Lessons is an explicit erotic romance with a horse-lover flavor. I will be posting consecutive sections on Tuesdays until the whole thing is posted. Then I’ll post it as a free pdf on my website. Do not click the link to read more if you are offended, or bored, by adults in explicit sexual situations.
Chapter Six
They could barely make it to her cottage. The door slammed behind them and they were already through the kitchen. Ben reached for her as soon as they cleared the wall that kept the living room separate from the kitchen. His fingers brushed hers as she unbuttoned her jeans. Then Dee jogged up the stairs, letting her jeans fall down as she moved and stepping out of them as they hit her ankles.
Ben followed her through the small hall. Dee saw him shed his belt, boots and shirt as he went. Dee pushed against her door, expecting it to fall open at her touch. Instead it gave her resistance and Ben was on her from behind, his hands traveling up her hips and his mouth giving a lick up the top of her spine before sucking at the bottom of her neck.
Dee moaned, her chest falling harder against the door and her hips thrusting back against Ben, lest he think she was pulling away. He grabbed her left shoulder roughly and turned her around to face him. Their mouths met. Dee griped him, aching with the need to have even a small part of him inside her. His pants were gone, reduced to a puddle of denim at their feet. Dee didn’t remember seeing him remove them.
She wanted to see him, to take in the sight of him, but the hall was dim and he was pressed so close she could feel him hard against her. Their pelvises ground together. His cock pressed between her legs, sliding against her already eager clit. Her heat moisturized him. For a moment Dee lay against the door, no longer sure if she was actually lying down, or still on her feet. She was perfectly content, no, her body almost demanded that she remain still and revel in the feeling of him rubbing himself against her. His mouth found the most interesting places, places she wasn’t aware she had. And his cock slid between her outer lips and over her, practically begging, again and again as he pushed them together then pulled away slightly to come at her from a new angle.
When the door gave, Dee realized she’d forgotten she was leaning against it. Ben caught her before fighting to leave his pants in the doorway. She escaped his arms and dove for the bed. She hit the tangled sheets and rolled, messing them more. Ben finally came inside the room, pausing to look down at her.
The blinds were drawn, but light still came through casting lines across him that Dee had the urge to trace with her tongue. The stripes moved, no, he was walking forward, toward her, and they moved over him, illuminating and hiding him at once. Dee didn’t know what to stare at. Was it appropriate to watch him advance on her, and think of what it meant as parts pointed, aiming at her and jumped slightly with his heartbeat? She wanted time to run her hands over his chest and back again, to feel the muscle she’d seen him use with every step. She wanted to feel how his stomach ran into his hips, and converted down into those powerful legs.
But there was no time, not now, as he grabbed her legs and pulled her across the bed to where he wanted her. She had a breath, no time for words before he was on her, and then in her, and she could think of nothing else.
She felt stupid that she couldn’t form words. Not even an encouraging “Oh yes” or a well deserved clamor for a deity of some kind. Ben seemed pleased enough with her breathless gasps and increased the vigor with which his pelvis, and thus his cock, met the back of her thighs. It was almost too much, not a sensation Dee was used to by any stretch of the word. She wondered if she was still breathing, struggled to think of a way to return even a portion of what Ben gave. The heat and building in her groin consumed her as if that’s all that existed.
Ben’s cock stroked parts rarely used, making Dee wonder why she’d stopped pursuing men in the first place. Dee’s pleasure grew as if Ben pumped it in with every thrust. It rose in a tight column of muscle through Dee’s groin and up, filling her stomach. A line trailed up from the hot liquid heat inside her, like a thin chain to her nipples. Ben’s mouth found them, only briefly, leaving a smear of heat, quickly forgotten in the moving air.
But the touch worked like a jolt of electricity on her pussy. Dee’s shoulders tried to meld into the mattress while her overwhelmed, twitching pussy tried to force Ben from her by squeezing.
“Oh god.”
At least he could manage words. Her orgasm caught her off guard. It hadn’t been like that before. Release was just another thing on her to do list, a perfunctory function to get done as fast as possible so she could move on to more important things.
“Are you okay, Dee?”
She blinked a few times, suddenly aware that he had stopped moving. “Yeah, I’m okay.”
“You look surprised.”
“Just pleased. Don’t tell me you’re done already?”
Ben chuckled and and moved a bit inside her. “Not quite yet.”
Their lips met, but only briefly, before the gentleness bled from Ben’s eyes and the raw lust took over. Dee wrapped her legs around him, holding him in his motions against her. He moved to slow down and she growled.
“There will be time for slow and romantic later. Now I want you to come for me,” Dee pushed her hips up at him.
Ben obliged with a noise somewhere between a growl and a chuckle. He moved inside her fast, desperate, her hips rising with each thrust. His head fell back for a moment, his hands gripping her just a shade past the point of pain. Then as Dee watched the lines of his face he looked down at her and met her eyes before his body went momentarily tense and he came, hot, gushing and twitching, inside her.
Ben managed to angle himself so that when he collapsed it wasn’t on top of her. Instead it was into her arms. Dee wrapped herself around him as if she knew she could keep him.
“Mmm, thank you,” Ben said. Dee shuddered when he finally disengaged from her and draped an arm over her.
“I could say the same to you. It’s never quite been like that before.”
“I hope that’s a good thing,” Ben said.
Dee giggled and nodded. “I’m not complaining, just stating.”
“Well, good.” They lingered in a cooling silence. Dee was more than content to just lay against him forever. Outside she heard a not-distant-enough honking horn and sighed.
“I almost forgot I’m supposed to be working.”
Ben laughed. “Drove every thought out of your head, did I?”
“Almost.” Dee gave him a soft, fast kiss, but kept an inch of distance when he reached for her.
“Well,” he said, propping himself up on one arm. “I’m afraid I’m a little late in informing you of this, but there’s a catch to being with me.”
Dee’s heart sank. “What kind of catch?”
“Don’t look like someone just died. Just a little, tiny catch I swear.” But he would say no more.
They lingered a bit longer, Dee unable to think of much but her three o’ clock class, and speculate on Ben’s catch. There was Sandra of course, but Dee felt that she’d be able to deal with Sandra much easier now. She strained, but nothing came to the front of her mind. What else could there be?