Five Times Leslie Wore Roller Skates (3/5)
Title: Five Times Leslie Wore Roller Skates (3/5)
Author:
zarrati
Pairing: Leslie/Ben
Rating this Chapter: NC-17
Summary: Series of non-sequential drabbles featuring Leslie in Roller Skates
Author's Note: Set post-Filibuster
Ben tapped his fingers on the steering wheel in a poor attempt to calm his nerves. Every cell in his body buzzed with sexual energy.
He occasionally glanced over at her as he drove, but she was calmly staring out of the window, her face hidden from his view.
After 10 agonizing minutes, he pulled into their driveway and cut the engine, but it wasn’t until he was halfway out of the car that he realized Leslie hadn't moved.
He looked over and saw that she had fallen asleep.
"Leslie? Babe, we're home."
He lightly caressed her face to wake her, her eyes slowly opening as she gave him a lazy smile.
"I'm up, I'm up," she said before getting out of the car.
Once inside, Ben decided to not mention anything about what Leslie had said at City Hall. It took every ounce of self control, but after the day his wife had, he was more than willing to accept a belated birthday gift tomorrow.
He walked over to her and gently tugged her arm. "Hey, come on, let's go to bed. You look exhausted."
Leslie tried to stifle a yawn. "Nope, not gonna happen."
"Les, you've been on your feet and talking for the last 3 hours. It's okay."
"No, Ben, I'm serious. I'm fine. I just needed that power nap. I'm gonna make up for what happened tonight, I promise. Now," she grabbed a fistful of his t-shirt and brought his face down so close to hers that he could taste her breath. "I'm going upstairs, but I want you to give me 5 minutes, okay?"
He merely nodded his head, not sure if he had the capacity for coherent speech.
She pressed a quick kiss to his lips before releasing his shirt, grabbing her skates, and running up the stairs.
Ben kept glancing at his watch every 15 seconds, almost convinced that there was something wrong with it. It felt more like five hours than five minutes.
When the time had finally passed, he ran upstairs to their bedroom, pausing outside of the door to create the illusion that he wasn’t so eager.
He slowly opened the door and was immediately aroused by what he saw. Leslie was sitting on the bed facing the door, leaning back on her elbows as her skate clad feet dangled over the edge.
In those 5 minutes, Leslie had managed to run upstairs, start playing the early 90's mix CD she had given him earlier that day, and change her clothes.
She had also modified her overalls. The once long pants were now cut off shorts, the hemline so short it would make Daisy Duke blush. And underneath her overalls, she was wearing--nothing at all.
The tops of the overalls barely covered her breasts, her nipples threatening to peek out with every breath she took. She was lightly swinging her feet as they dangled over the edge of the bed, a coy smile gracing her lips.
Ben managed to step inside of the room and shut the door behind him before leaning against it. He couldn’t move yet--her stare had frozen him in place.
His eyes roamed over her from head to toe several times, lingering on the purple skates that graced her feet.
Fuck. He loved those skates.
Better yet, he loved how amazing Leslie looked in those skates.
Leslie’s smile grew as she saw him look at her. She slowly sat up and skated her way over to him.
“I’m guessing you like what you see?"
“God, yes.”
“I’m glad. I really wanted this birthday to be special. I’m sorry it had to turn out the way it did.”
Ben finally allowed himself to touch her, gently caressing her face with his hand.
“It’s not your fault. Jamm tried to go behind your back, and you did what you had to do.” He tugged on the straps of her overalls and she rolled the few remaining inches that separated them. “Besides, watching you up there in those skates--filibustering? Jesus, probably one of the hottest things I have ever seen in my life. Definitely one of my top five sex fantasies.”
She smiled up at him and cocked her head. “Seriously?”
Ben knew she was messing with him. Leslie must have known how that would have affected him. A powerful woman refusing to yield her time in order to stand up for what she believed in? In skates? It was a no brainer.
“Oh, yeah,” he replied back, playing along with her game. “I swear, it took every ounce of self control to not run up there and just--God, you are so amazing.”
“Well, lucky for you, now you don’t have to exercise any self control. Your last birthday present is ready and waiting to be unwrapped.”
The words were barely out of her mouth before his lips crashed into hers. There was no gentle build up. Just a ferocity that had been lying dormant since the second she skated to the front of the City Council Chambers.
His hands refused to stay idle, groping at her waist and then traveling up and down her body before squeezing one of her breasts through the overalls.
Leslie groaned into the kiss, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling her body as close to his as she could.
Ben’s tongue had long pushed past her lips, running along her teeth, tasting every familiar crevice of her mouth.
He moved his lips across her face, planting tiny kisses everywhere. He licked the pulsepoint on her neck, feeling it throb under his tongue. So vibrant. So strong. So full of life.
Just like her.
He moved to the junction of her neck and shoulder and gently bit her, sucking on her skin as though it was the only thing keeping him alive. He could feel her moans vibrating in her throat as her hands raked and tugged at his hair. His other hand had drifted up again, and his thumb gently ran across her shoulders and clavicle.
“Hey, you know what?” he murmured against her skin.
“Hmm, what? Oh God, right there.”
His fingers slid across her chest and began to play with one of the buckles on her overalls.
“I remember back when overalls were the style, all of the girls would leave one strap undone.”
He unbuckled the strap, the material falling back and revealing her breast to him. He rolled her nipple between his fingers and squeezed before completely cupping her in his hand.
“I gotta say that you make this style look a lot better than any of them ever did.”
His mouth soon took the place of his hand, sucking and gently tugging on her chest.
Ben could hear Leslie’s groans, her hands trapping his head against her.
She grew frustrated after a few minutes, pulling Ben up by his hair to bring their lips together again. She cupped him in his jeans, swallowing his moan.
His fingers played with the frayed hem of her overalls, caressing the skin surrounding it. He slid his hand beneath the leg and could feel the heat coming from her. His fingers kept moving until he had found what he was looking for.
She was so hot and wet for him, he couldn’t stand it.
He spread her wetness over her clit in tiny circles just the way she liked.
“God, that feels so good.”
He continued to play with her clit, but then abruptly stopped. Before Leslie could mutter her protest, however, he plunged two fingers inside of her, massaging her, feeling her walls stretch around him.
Ben could see Leslie’s knees start to buckle when he entered her, and she grabbed onto his shoulders to keep herself upright. Her nails were digging into him, leaving indentations on his skin, but he was too turned on to notice.
Ben was getting frustrated, his hand having limited mobility within the confines of her clothes.
“God, these overalls need to come off.”
He pulled his fingers out of her, Leslie whimpering at the loss, and he unbuckled the other strap.
Her entire chest was revealed to him, and he brought his mouth to the previously neglected breast.
He could tell Leslie was getting impatient. Her hands moved to his belt and removed it, stroking him once more through his jeans.
Ben tried to pull the overalls down her hips, but Leslie stilled his hand.
“Let me do it.”
He was disappointed when she moved herself backwards and skated towards the bed again. She turned her back to him and began to slowly shimmy the overalls down her body, wiggling as she pulled them over her hips. The garment fell to the ground, and she bent forward to maneuver her skates through the legs.
God, her perfect ass was thrust into the air as she leaned over, moving back and forth as she removed her clothes.
She was putting on another show for him.
Completely naked, she slowly turned around to face him once more.
Her face was flushed with arousal, her neck wet with Ben’s saliva. The tops of her shoulders were bruised from his mouth, and her nipples stone hard and erect. His eyes followed a well known path down her torso to her hips and thighs; the creamy expanse of her legs leading to the bright purple skates still on her feet.
Ben didn’t think that he could get any harder, but once again, Leslie proved him wrong. He pulled at the crotch of his jeans, the tightness all of a sudden unbearable.
Leslie smirked and skated over to him, wrapping her fingers around his belt loops.
“I think you’re a little overdressed for this birthday party, wouldn’t you say?”
He nodded mutely, and she unzipped his jeans. He quickly came to his senses and removed his shirt just as Leslie was sliding his pants and boxers down his legs.
Ben groaned as she brushed against him, his erection finally springing free. The head of his penis was already glistening with pre-cum, and Leslie ran her thumb over it, spreading his moisture over the length of him.
“Shit, Leslie, that feels so good.”
She continued to grip him, sliding her hand back and forth slowly.
So painfully slow.
While her hands stayed busy, she moved to kiss him again, their tongues taking turns invading each other’s mouths, hot and wet.
She started to pull him to her as she skated backwards towards the bed, but Ben resisted, grabbing her hips and turning them around so that her back was now pressed up against the bedroom door.
He pushed his hand between them and cupped her center, a finger circling her clit before delving into her folds.
Fuck, she was even more wet than before.
The need to be inside of her was overwhelming.
Ben grabbed her around the waist and started to lift her, Leslie following his lead and wrapping her legs around his hips.
She was sandwiched between his body and the door, Ben's cock pressing against her belly as they kissed.
Leslie ground her hips against him, seeking any relief she could get.
“God, Ben, I need you right now.”
She reached down and took him firmly in her hand, stroking him a few more times before guiding him to her entrance.
Ben jerked his hips and in one thrust, he was buried inside of her.
Leslie let out a loud gasp as he filled her, her head lolling back against the door.
Ben stayed unmoving for a moment before slowly withdrawing and slamming back into her. He repeated this pattern several times--pulling almost completely out of her slowly before ramming back inside her.
Each thrust slammed her against the door, and he was sure that she would have bruises on her back, but she didn’t seem to care. He could feel the pressure of her skates on his back, squeezing him closer.
“Faster, Ben. Dammit, go faster.”
He honored her request, changing his pace so that he moved in and out of her at a furious pace.
Her cries grew louder, and Ben didn’t even realize that words and sounds were coming out of his own mouth. Grunts, moans, obscenities intermingled with declarations of love.
God, he was so close, but it wasn’t enough. He could feel the skates pressing into his back, but he needed to see them. He needed to see all of her.
He slowed his pace and eventually slipped out of her, Leslie’s unhappy cry of protest filling his ears.
She slapped his shoulders and attempted to maneuver her hips to get him back inside of her.
“Ben, why did you stop?”
He silenced her with a searing kiss.
“I need to see you. I need to see you in those skates when I fuck you.”
She shivered and nodded her understanding. She unwrapped her legs from his hips and he helped her get her footing.
They moved over to the bed and Leslie sat on the edge, waiting for him to tell her what he wanted.
“Lie back, but keep your hips near the edge. Yeah, like that. So that your legs dangle off the bed.”
Fuck, she was so gorgeous. Lying back, her nipples pointing straight towards the ceiling, the skates on her feet almost brushing against the floor.
Her pussy glistening, beckoning him closer.
He dropped to his knees at the edge of the bed, bracing himself on each of her thighs, caressing and massaging them.
He ran his hands up and down the length of her legs and brushed the fabric of her skates whenever he reached her feet.
His tongue soon replaced his hands at her thighs, kissing and biting his way closer and closer to where she wanted him.
He spread her legs farther apart and brought his mouth millimeters from her center. Leslie groaned as she felt Ben’s nose graze her.
He opened her lips with his fingers and plunged his tongue inside of her.
Her back arched off of the bed, and Ben moved one of his hands to her hip to hold her steady.
She was writhing, grinding herself against his mouth, urging him deeper, closer.
He alternated between sucking on her clit and fucking her with his tongue. Her juices were pouring out of her, coating his face.
He loved the way she tasted. He couldn’t fully describe it. Earthy, tangy.
Leslie.
His free hand was rubbing up and down her calf and smoothing over the shoe of her skate before moving back up her thigh and joining his mouth.
He sucked on her clit as his fingers pumped in and out of her.
She was getting close, he could feel it. Her breathing was coming in shorter pants, her body flush and covered in sweat. The bucking of her hips was becoming erratic, and he could feel her body about to convulse around his fingers.
He was so hard, he hurt. He needed to be inside of her when she came. He needed to feel her muscles squeezing the life out of his cock.
He quickly stood up, linked his arms beneath each of her knees, lifted and spread her legs wide, and plunged inside of her.
Leslie had been so close, the force of his thrust into her drove her over the edge.
She screamed his name as she came, her hands clutching the bedspread until her knuckles turned white.
She was coming so hard and he moved in and out of her as best as he could. Her walls were convulsing around him, squeezing him so tightly, drawing him in deeper and deeper.
He closed his eyes and bit his lips so hard that he tasted blood. He didn’t want to come yet. The urge was so overwhelming, but it wasn’t time. He slowed his movements as Leslie rode the last waves of her orgasm, her body now a boneless heap on the mattress.
He hadn’t come. Oh, thank God.
He stilled himself and stroked his thumb behind her knees, her legs still spread open wide and resting on his forearms.
“Jesus Christ, Ben.”
“Good?”
“As if you even have to ask. It was amazing.”
He wanted to give her some time to recover, but Leslie was eager to continue, thrusting her hips to get him to move again.
Ben started slow, wanting to draw it out as much as possible. He pulled out almost completely before sliding all of himself back inside of her, rotating his hips so that his pelvis ground against her clit.
“Yes, right there. Just like that. Fuck,” Leslie breathed.
He wanted to make her come again. That was his final birthday wish--to come with her.
He tightened his hold on her, her legs still being held up by his arms and he could see the purple skates in his peripheral vision as he moved. It was driving him crazy.
“Babe, I need to go faster. God, you feel so amazing.”
“Go. Do it. Please, do it.”
He plowed into her, his eyes focusing on the way her breasts bounced with the force of his thrusts. Her eyes were closed, her head thrown back against the mattress.
He looked down where they were joined and was mesmerized as he watched his cock disappear inside of her only to reemerge.
Leslie slipped a hand down her body to furiously rub her clit while the other groped at her breast. It was as if she could read his mind.
“Leslie, I wish you could see what I see right now. Fuck, it’s so amazing. We’re so beautiful.”
His words had the desired effect and Leslie groaned even louder.
“Tell me. Tell me what you see.”
He suppressed a shudder and moaned.
“Your pussy is so gorgeous. I could stare at it all day. When you get aroused, you unfold like a flower. I know it sounds like something out of a trashy novel, but I swear to God that’s what it’s like. Knowing I do that to you? I can’t tell you what that feels like.
“You’re so snug and wet, babe, and you make me so hard. Do you feel it? Do you feel how hard you make me? You. Only you, Les. Only you would do all of this for me. The party, the skates, everything. You’re wearing skates right now. For me.
“The only time I’m complete is when I’m inside you. And we are so perfect together. Anyone would kill to see what I see right now. My dick moving inside you while you touch yourself. So fucking sexy.”
She made a sound somewhere between a sob and a groan.
“We are perfect. God, Ben, I’m so close. I’m gonna come.”
“Come. Please. Come for me. That’s all I want for my birthday. It’s the only gift I need.”
He growled as he increased his pace. His thrusts were becoming more and irregular, losing all control as he worked towards his release.
He kept chanting ‘come for me’ under his breath, and thankfully she did.
He could feel the start of her orgasm, not quite as powerful as her first, but strong nonetheless.
Letting himself go, he drove into her a few more times before she contracted around him and he exploded. Warm jets of cum shot out deep inside of her, filling her womb as she milked him.
He felt himself growing weak, so he gently dropped her legs and collapsed next to her on the bed, their mixture of juices leaking as he slipped out of her.
The couple spent the next few moments recovering, half of their bodies hanging over the edge of the mattress.
Ben finally broke the silence. “Happy birthday to me.”
“Well, it’s technically one in the morning the day after your birthday.”
He chuckled and rolled over to kiss her. That’s what he missed. Although what they had just done was fantastic, he missed being able to kiss her as they made love.
He wasn’t sure who started it, but soon their kisses were interrupted by yawns.
“Come on, let’s go to bed.”
“Alright. Just give me a second to regain the use of my body so I can take my skates off.”
“No way. That’s my job.”
Ben slid onto the floor in front of her and gently untied her skates. He removed each skate with such reverence, briefly massaging her arches before taking her socks off.
After Ben placed a soft kiss on the sole of each foot, the two of them slid into bed.
He wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her flush against him.
“Thank you again for today,” he told her. “I’m sorry about everything that happened. You know we’re gonna keep fighting this recall, right? No matter who you’re running against, we’re gonna fight this.”
Leslie gave him a tired smile and caressed his cheek. “I know we will, and thank you. But this is your time right now. Tomorrow morning, we’ll get up and start strategizing, but not now.”
Ben took her palm and kissed it before bringing their joined hands to rest on his chest.
“I love you.”
“I love you, too, birthday boy,” Leslie said before kissing him one last time and snuggling into his chest.
Ben was warm, happy, and sated, all because of the woman in his arms.
He could only look forward to what she had planned for next year.
Part 4
Author:
zarrati
Pairing: Leslie/Ben
Rating this Chapter: NC-17
Summary: Series of non-sequential drabbles featuring Leslie in Roller Skates
Author's Note: Set post-Filibuster
Ben tapped his fingers on the steering wheel in a poor attempt to calm his nerves. Every cell in his body buzzed with sexual energy.
He occasionally glanced over at her as he drove, but she was calmly staring out of the window, her face hidden from his view.
After 10 agonizing minutes, he pulled into their driveway and cut the engine, but it wasn’t until he was halfway out of the car that he realized Leslie hadn't moved.
He looked over and saw that she had fallen asleep.
"Leslie? Babe, we're home."
He lightly caressed her face to wake her, her eyes slowly opening as she gave him a lazy smile.
"I'm up, I'm up," she said before getting out of the car.
Once inside, Ben decided to not mention anything about what Leslie had said at City Hall. It took every ounce of self control, but after the day his wife had, he was more than willing to accept a belated birthday gift tomorrow.
He walked over to her and gently tugged her arm. "Hey, come on, let's go to bed. You look exhausted."
Leslie tried to stifle a yawn. "Nope, not gonna happen."
"Les, you've been on your feet and talking for the last 3 hours. It's okay."
"No, Ben, I'm serious. I'm fine. I just needed that power nap. I'm gonna make up for what happened tonight, I promise. Now," she grabbed a fistful of his t-shirt and brought his face down so close to hers that he could taste her breath. "I'm going upstairs, but I want you to give me 5 minutes, okay?"
He merely nodded his head, not sure if he had the capacity for coherent speech.
She pressed a quick kiss to his lips before releasing his shirt, grabbing her skates, and running up the stairs.
Ben kept glancing at his watch every 15 seconds, almost convinced that there was something wrong with it. It felt more like five hours than five minutes.
When the time had finally passed, he ran upstairs to their bedroom, pausing outside of the door to create the illusion that he wasn’t so eager.
He slowly opened the door and was immediately aroused by what he saw. Leslie was sitting on the bed facing the door, leaning back on her elbows as her skate clad feet dangled over the edge.
In those 5 minutes, Leslie had managed to run upstairs, start playing the early 90's mix CD she had given him earlier that day, and change her clothes.
She had also modified her overalls. The once long pants were now cut off shorts, the hemline so short it would make Daisy Duke blush. And underneath her overalls, she was wearing--nothing at all.
The tops of the overalls barely covered her breasts, her nipples threatening to peek out with every breath she took. She was lightly swinging her feet as they dangled over the edge of the bed, a coy smile gracing her lips.
Ben managed to step inside of the room and shut the door behind him before leaning against it. He couldn’t move yet--her stare had frozen him in place.
His eyes roamed over her from head to toe several times, lingering on the purple skates that graced her feet.
Fuck. He loved those skates.
Better yet, he loved how amazing Leslie looked in those skates.
Leslie’s smile grew as she saw him look at her. She slowly sat up and skated her way over to him.
“I’m guessing you like what you see?"
“God, yes.”
“I’m glad. I really wanted this birthday to be special. I’m sorry it had to turn out the way it did.”
Ben finally allowed himself to touch her, gently caressing her face with his hand.
“It’s not your fault. Jamm tried to go behind your back, and you did what you had to do.” He tugged on the straps of her overalls and she rolled the few remaining inches that separated them. “Besides, watching you up there in those skates--filibustering? Jesus, probably one of the hottest things I have ever seen in my life. Definitely one of my top five sex fantasies.”
She smiled up at him and cocked her head. “Seriously?”
Ben knew she was messing with him. Leslie must have known how that would have affected him. A powerful woman refusing to yield her time in order to stand up for what she believed in? In skates? It was a no brainer.
“Oh, yeah,” he replied back, playing along with her game. “I swear, it took every ounce of self control to not run up there and just--God, you are so amazing.”
“Well, lucky for you, now you don’t have to exercise any self control. Your last birthday present is ready and waiting to be unwrapped.”
The words were barely out of her mouth before his lips crashed into hers. There was no gentle build up. Just a ferocity that had been lying dormant since the second she skated to the front of the City Council Chambers.
His hands refused to stay idle, groping at her waist and then traveling up and down her body before squeezing one of her breasts through the overalls.
Leslie groaned into the kiss, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling her body as close to his as she could.
Ben’s tongue had long pushed past her lips, running along her teeth, tasting every familiar crevice of her mouth.
He moved his lips across her face, planting tiny kisses everywhere. He licked the pulsepoint on her neck, feeling it throb under his tongue. So vibrant. So strong. So full of life.
Just like her.
He moved to the junction of her neck and shoulder and gently bit her, sucking on her skin as though it was the only thing keeping him alive. He could feel her moans vibrating in her throat as her hands raked and tugged at his hair. His other hand had drifted up again, and his thumb gently ran across her shoulders and clavicle.
“Hey, you know what?” he murmured against her skin.
“Hmm, what? Oh God, right there.”
His fingers slid across her chest and began to play with one of the buckles on her overalls.
“I remember back when overalls were the style, all of the girls would leave one strap undone.”
He unbuckled the strap, the material falling back and revealing her breast to him. He rolled her nipple between his fingers and squeezed before completely cupping her in his hand.
“I gotta say that you make this style look a lot better than any of them ever did.”
His mouth soon took the place of his hand, sucking and gently tugging on her chest.
Ben could hear Leslie’s groans, her hands trapping his head against her.
She grew frustrated after a few minutes, pulling Ben up by his hair to bring their lips together again. She cupped him in his jeans, swallowing his moan.
His fingers played with the frayed hem of her overalls, caressing the skin surrounding it. He slid his hand beneath the leg and could feel the heat coming from her. His fingers kept moving until he had found what he was looking for.
She was so hot and wet for him, he couldn’t stand it.
He spread her wetness over her clit in tiny circles just the way she liked.
“God, that feels so good.”
He continued to play with her clit, but then abruptly stopped. Before Leslie could mutter her protest, however, he plunged two fingers inside of her, massaging her, feeling her walls stretch around him.
Ben could see Leslie’s knees start to buckle when he entered her, and she grabbed onto his shoulders to keep herself upright. Her nails were digging into him, leaving indentations on his skin, but he was too turned on to notice.
Ben was getting frustrated, his hand having limited mobility within the confines of her clothes.
“God, these overalls need to come off.”
He pulled his fingers out of her, Leslie whimpering at the loss, and he unbuckled the other strap.
Her entire chest was revealed to him, and he brought his mouth to the previously neglected breast.
He could tell Leslie was getting impatient. Her hands moved to his belt and removed it, stroking him once more through his jeans.
Ben tried to pull the overalls down her hips, but Leslie stilled his hand.
“Let me do it.”
He was disappointed when she moved herself backwards and skated towards the bed again. She turned her back to him and began to slowly shimmy the overalls down her body, wiggling as she pulled them over her hips. The garment fell to the ground, and she bent forward to maneuver her skates through the legs.
God, her perfect ass was thrust into the air as she leaned over, moving back and forth as she removed her clothes.
She was putting on another show for him.
Completely naked, she slowly turned around to face him once more.
Her face was flushed with arousal, her neck wet with Ben’s saliva. The tops of her shoulders were bruised from his mouth, and her nipples stone hard and erect. His eyes followed a well known path down her torso to her hips and thighs; the creamy expanse of her legs leading to the bright purple skates still on her feet.
Ben didn’t think that he could get any harder, but once again, Leslie proved him wrong. He pulled at the crotch of his jeans, the tightness all of a sudden unbearable.
Leslie smirked and skated over to him, wrapping her fingers around his belt loops.
“I think you’re a little overdressed for this birthday party, wouldn’t you say?”
He nodded mutely, and she unzipped his jeans. He quickly came to his senses and removed his shirt just as Leslie was sliding his pants and boxers down his legs.
Ben groaned as she brushed against him, his erection finally springing free. The head of his penis was already glistening with pre-cum, and Leslie ran her thumb over it, spreading his moisture over the length of him.
“Shit, Leslie, that feels so good.”
She continued to grip him, sliding her hand back and forth slowly.
So painfully slow.
While her hands stayed busy, she moved to kiss him again, their tongues taking turns invading each other’s mouths, hot and wet.
She started to pull him to her as she skated backwards towards the bed, but Ben resisted, grabbing her hips and turning them around so that her back was now pressed up against the bedroom door.
He pushed his hand between them and cupped her center, a finger circling her clit before delving into her folds.
Fuck, she was even more wet than before.
The need to be inside of her was overwhelming.
Ben grabbed her around the waist and started to lift her, Leslie following his lead and wrapping her legs around his hips.
She was sandwiched between his body and the door, Ben's cock pressing against her belly as they kissed.
Leslie ground her hips against him, seeking any relief she could get.
“God, Ben, I need you right now.”
She reached down and took him firmly in her hand, stroking him a few more times before guiding him to her entrance.
Ben jerked his hips and in one thrust, he was buried inside of her.
Leslie let out a loud gasp as he filled her, her head lolling back against the door.
Ben stayed unmoving for a moment before slowly withdrawing and slamming back into her. He repeated this pattern several times--pulling almost completely out of her slowly before ramming back inside her.
Each thrust slammed her against the door, and he was sure that she would have bruises on her back, but she didn’t seem to care. He could feel the pressure of her skates on his back, squeezing him closer.
“Faster, Ben. Dammit, go faster.”
He honored her request, changing his pace so that he moved in and out of her at a furious pace.
Her cries grew louder, and Ben didn’t even realize that words and sounds were coming out of his own mouth. Grunts, moans, obscenities intermingled with declarations of love.
God, he was so close, but it wasn’t enough. He could feel the skates pressing into his back, but he needed to see them. He needed to see all of her.
He slowed his pace and eventually slipped out of her, Leslie’s unhappy cry of protest filling his ears.
She slapped his shoulders and attempted to maneuver her hips to get him back inside of her.
“Ben, why did you stop?”
He silenced her with a searing kiss.
“I need to see you. I need to see you in those skates when I fuck you.”
She shivered and nodded her understanding. She unwrapped her legs from his hips and he helped her get her footing.
They moved over to the bed and Leslie sat on the edge, waiting for him to tell her what he wanted.
“Lie back, but keep your hips near the edge. Yeah, like that. So that your legs dangle off the bed.”
Fuck, she was so gorgeous. Lying back, her nipples pointing straight towards the ceiling, the skates on her feet almost brushing against the floor.
Her pussy glistening, beckoning him closer.
He dropped to his knees at the edge of the bed, bracing himself on each of her thighs, caressing and massaging them.
He ran his hands up and down the length of her legs and brushed the fabric of her skates whenever he reached her feet.
His tongue soon replaced his hands at her thighs, kissing and biting his way closer and closer to where she wanted him.
He spread her legs farther apart and brought his mouth millimeters from her center. Leslie groaned as she felt Ben’s nose graze her.
He opened her lips with his fingers and plunged his tongue inside of her.
Her back arched off of the bed, and Ben moved one of his hands to her hip to hold her steady.
She was writhing, grinding herself against his mouth, urging him deeper, closer.
He alternated between sucking on her clit and fucking her with his tongue. Her juices were pouring out of her, coating his face.
He loved the way she tasted. He couldn’t fully describe it. Earthy, tangy.
Leslie.
His free hand was rubbing up and down her calf and smoothing over the shoe of her skate before moving back up her thigh and joining his mouth.
He sucked on her clit as his fingers pumped in and out of her.
She was getting close, he could feel it. Her breathing was coming in shorter pants, her body flush and covered in sweat. The bucking of her hips was becoming erratic, and he could feel her body about to convulse around his fingers.
He was so hard, he hurt. He needed to be inside of her when she came. He needed to feel her muscles squeezing the life out of his cock.
He quickly stood up, linked his arms beneath each of her knees, lifted and spread her legs wide, and plunged inside of her.
Leslie had been so close, the force of his thrust into her drove her over the edge.
She screamed his name as she came, her hands clutching the bedspread until her knuckles turned white.
She was coming so hard and he moved in and out of her as best as he could. Her walls were convulsing around him, squeezing him so tightly, drawing him in deeper and deeper.
He closed his eyes and bit his lips so hard that he tasted blood. He didn’t want to come yet. The urge was so overwhelming, but it wasn’t time. He slowed his movements as Leslie rode the last waves of her orgasm, her body now a boneless heap on the mattress.
He hadn’t come. Oh, thank God.
He stilled himself and stroked his thumb behind her knees, her legs still spread open wide and resting on his forearms.
“Jesus Christ, Ben.”
“Good?”
“As if you even have to ask. It was amazing.”
He wanted to give her some time to recover, but Leslie was eager to continue, thrusting her hips to get him to move again.
Ben started slow, wanting to draw it out as much as possible. He pulled out almost completely before sliding all of himself back inside of her, rotating his hips so that his pelvis ground against her clit.
“Yes, right there. Just like that. Fuck,” Leslie breathed.
He wanted to make her come again. That was his final birthday wish--to come with her.
He tightened his hold on her, her legs still being held up by his arms and he could see the purple skates in his peripheral vision as he moved. It was driving him crazy.
“Babe, I need to go faster. God, you feel so amazing.”
“Go. Do it. Please, do it.”
He plowed into her, his eyes focusing on the way her breasts bounced with the force of his thrusts. Her eyes were closed, her head thrown back against the mattress.
He looked down where they were joined and was mesmerized as he watched his cock disappear inside of her only to reemerge.
Leslie slipped a hand down her body to furiously rub her clit while the other groped at her breast. It was as if she could read his mind.
“Leslie, I wish you could see what I see right now. Fuck, it’s so amazing. We’re so beautiful.”
His words had the desired effect and Leslie groaned even louder.
“Tell me. Tell me what you see.”
He suppressed a shudder and moaned.
“Your pussy is so gorgeous. I could stare at it all day. When you get aroused, you unfold like a flower. I know it sounds like something out of a trashy novel, but I swear to God that’s what it’s like. Knowing I do that to you? I can’t tell you what that feels like.
“You’re so snug and wet, babe, and you make me so hard. Do you feel it? Do you feel how hard you make me? You. Only you, Les. Only you would do all of this for me. The party, the skates, everything. You’re wearing skates right now. For me.
“The only time I’m complete is when I’m inside you. And we are so perfect together. Anyone would kill to see what I see right now. My dick moving inside you while you touch yourself. So fucking sexy.”
She made a sound somewhere between a sob and a groan.
“We are perfect. God, Ben, I’m so close. I’m gonna come.”
“Come. Please. Come for me. That’s all I want for my birthday. It’s the only gift I need.”
He growled as he increased his pace. His thrusts were becoming more and irregular, losing all control as he worked towards his release.
He kept chanting ‘come for me’ under his breath, and thankfully she did.
He could feel the start of her orgasm, not quite as powerful as her first, but strong nonetheless.
Letting himself go, he drove into her a few more times before she contracted around him and he exploded. Warm jets of cum shot out deep inside of her, filling her womb as she milked him.
He felt himself growing weak, so he gently dropped her legs and collapsed next to her on the bed, their mixture of juices leaking as he slipped out of her.
The couple spent the next few moments recovering, half of their bodies hanging over the edge of the mattress.
Ben finally broke the silence. “Happy birthday to me.”
“Well, it’s technically one in the morning the day after your birthday.”
He chuckled and rolled over to kiss her. That’s what he missed. Although what they had just done was fantastic, he missed being able to kiss her as they made love.
He wasn’t sure who started it, but soon their kisses were interrupted by yawns.
“Come on, let’s go to bed.”
“Alright. Just give me a second to regain the use of my body so I can take my skates off.”
“No way. That’s my job.”
Ben slid onto the floor in front of her and gently untied her skates. He removed each skate with such reverence, briefly massaging her arches before taking her socks off.
After Ben placed a soft kiss on the sole of each foot, the two of them slid into bed.
He wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her flush against him.
“Thank you again for today,” he told her. “I’m sorry about everything that happened. You know we’re gonna keep fighting this recall, right? No matter who you’re running against, we’re gonna fight this.”
Leslie gave him a tired smile and caressed his cheek. “I know we will, and thank you. But this is your time right now. Tomorrow morning, we’ll get up and start strategizing, but not now.”
Ben took her palm and kissed it before bringing their joined hands to rest on his chest.
“I love you.”
“I love you, too, birthday boy,” Leslie said before kissing him one last time and snuggling into his chest.
Ben was warm, happy, and sated, all because of the woman in his arms.
He could only look forward to what she had planned for next year.
Part 4