Page 82 of His Reckless Freshman

“Ahhh!” I let out a cry that is pure ecstasy as my hips shoot off the bed and I fist the sheet beneath me.

Oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh!

“Oh wow.” I’m struggling for air, the words whistling out of me as he continues to decimate my body with his gentle fingers and sweet lips.

“Stop,” I have to rasp, because seriously, I can’t take any more.

He pulls back just a little, smiling against my inner thigh before pressing a soft kiss to my skin and slipping his fingers out of me.

My hips finally relax back onto the mattress. I’m so sated, I’m not sure I can see straight.

“That good?” He moves to lie beside me, resting his hand on my belly with a grin.

“Yes,” I whisper, rolling toward him and brushing my fingers over the lump in his pants.

He pulls his hips back so I can’t reach him.

“Please,” I whisper. “I want to see you come.”

“What?” His expression wrinkles, like he’s worried.

“You made me come,” I try to explain. “And I want to do the same for you. Please let me.”

“Jolie…” He sighs and shakes his head.

“Please.” I sit up, practically begging him and not even understanding why.

But I just really want to touch him.

To know what it’s like for him.

“This isn’t about me.”

“Please,” I whisper again, and he slumps back onto the bed, closing his eyes and not answering me.

I brush my hand over his bulge again and a groan rises in his throat.

Stretching my body alongside his, I nestle my naked breasts against his chest and lightly kiss his neck.

“Please, Ben. I know this is all supposed to be about my pleasure, but you said that making me come pleases you too. So… won’t me making you come have the same effect?” I stroke his pants and he groans once more, his eyes still shut. “Please let me try.”

I hold my breath, resting my hand over his bulge and waiting for him to push me off or…

With a sigh, he unbuttons his jeans and opens the fly.

I sit back in gleeful anticipation, watching him nudge his pants down his hips. He’s wearing these black boxer briefs that are so sexy, and I can see his hard length straining against the fabric.

“Is it okay if I…?” Hooking my finger into the waistband, I hesitate, waiting for his permission.

He nods once and I pull the band back, his penis popping out like a jack-in-the-box. The imagery almost makes me giggle, but I manage to swallow the sound, not wanting him to think I’m laughing about his very impressive manhood.

“Wow,” I murmur as Ben pushes his underwear down to his thighs and I curl my fingers around him.

He lets out a shaky sigh, shifting on the bed as I delicately explore this amazing phenomenon. It’s hard, but the skin is smooth. Brushing my thumb over the top, I then glide my hand down his length and ask, “What do I do?”

“Just what you’re doing,” he croaks. “You feel good.”

He rests his hand on my hip, giving it a light squeeze, before trailing his fingers up my body and cupping my breast. I let out a soft moan and keep pumping him.