He stood up and kissed her, forcing his tongue deep into her mouth to tangle with hers. She sucked hungrily at his tongue as her hands clawed at his back. Soon they were both breathing hard and tingling madly.
Ben pulled back from the kiss and spun Trish around. He grabbed her around the waist from behind and carried her into the living room. He laid her over the ottoman on her stomach and yanked down her running pants. He grabbed her ass cheeks, spread them, and ran a stiffened tongue upwards from her clit to her anus.
“OH FUCK, BEN! YES!” Trish screamed and jolted.
He stroked her pussy with his tongue and each time she’d cry out his name. Soon her juices were flowing and Ben switched to fucking her with his tongue. Trish forced herself back on his tongue with a grunt. She began to make loud animalistic noises which fired up Ben’s lust even further. He latched his mouth on her swollen clit and sucked it.
“AAAAAAFFFFFFFFUUUUUCCCKKK! FUCKFUCKFUUUUUUCK! BEN! FUCK ME!” Trish screamed as her legs shot straight out trembling.
Ben held Trish down against the ottoman with his left hand while he undid his belt and pants with his right. He yanked his pants and underwear down to his knees and slapped his hard cock hard against her pussy lips soaking the head with her juices.
“AH! FUCK! OH! OH! O-FUCK! FUCK! AH! Don’t tease me god dammit! FUCK ME!” she roared.
Ben lined himself up to her opening and slammed his hips forwards, driving his cock in down to the base in one stroke.
“FFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCKKKKK!!!!” Trish screamed dropping her head over the end of the ottoman and biting the edge of it. Her legs were shaking and she reached back to grab at Ben to keep him from moving as she tried to adjust to the sudden fullness.
Ben could feel her clamping down fiercely so he waited but her body just kept trembling. He pulled out and slammed it home again. That time was much easier so he did it again and each stroke was wetter and faster. Trish was growling and lifting her ass with each stroke.
He reached forward and filled his hands with her big tits as he pounded deep into her pussy. He squeezed the flesh and felt her stiff nipples pressing against his fingers so he flicked them and her hips began to rotate each time he slammed home. She slipped a hand under her body and frantically rubbed her clit in tight circles.
“Ben! I’m gonna- I’m gonna- I’m- FUCK! COMING! FFFFFUUCKKKKAAAAHHHHHHH!” she wailed.
He felt her muscles trembling and her pussy clamped down on him pushing his own orgasm to its peak. He sped up his thrusts and slammed her ass harder. He growled as he felt his cock firing jet after jet into her body. The bliss overrode this thoughts as he buried his cock one last time.
A full minute passed as they each floated back to their minds. Ben pulled out of Trish and she gasped and relaxed again.
“That was wonderful! Thanks Ben!” she sighed.
Ben looked down at the physically spent woman with a conflicted expression. Why did she affect him like this? Why couldn’t he ever say no to her? She’d made it clear she wasn’t looking for a relationship and he kept saying he wasn’t interested in casual sex but he just couldn’t refuse her. It would be easier on him if he could think of it as therapeutic like he had for Beth or even a behavioral tool like he did for the twins. Trish had even told him to consider their sex as a therapy but somehow he just couldn’t. He looked down at her lovely profile resting on the ottoman and his heart gave a little pang. It confused him.
He stood up and walked into the guest bathroom and quickly cleaned himself off. He brought a warm, wet facecloth back and handed it to Trish so she could clean herself up.
“Uh, I don’t have any clean clothes to go home in. Can I use your washer and dryer for my jogging stuff?” she asked.
Ben didn’t have anywhere else to go today so he shrugged. “Sure, you can go take a shower and use my robe when you’re done. I’ll get the washer started.”
She tugged off the pants and handed them to him as she held the facecloth to her dripping pussy. “Thanks Ben! Excuse me.” she hustled awkwardly down the hall into his bedroom. He watched her go.
Ben picked up the rest of her clothes and dropped them in the machine. He set it to synthetics and started the cycle.
He went back into the living room and noticed they’d made a bit of a mess on the ottoman. He unzipped the cover and took it off. He’d bought the furniture with removable slip covers so he could wash them easily. Ever the practical man. He dropped it in the laundry basket to wash later.
He moved into the kitchen to make lunch. He whipped up a garden salad and made egg salad for sandwiches. Trish wandered into the kitchen bundled up in Ben’s oversize robe. She gave him a big grin. He smiled back then quickly turned back to the counter so she wouldn’t see when his smile broke. “Would you like some lunch? I have egg salad for sandwiches and a garden sal-” he stopped when he felt Trish lean her body against his back and her arms reach around to hug him. She rested her cheek on his shoulder. He put his arms on top of hers.
“I’m sorry Ben. I know you need more. I keep telling myself to leave you alone but then I find myself at your door. You deserve better but I can’t seem to stay away. I told Rochelle to leave you be if she couldn’t find a way to open her heart to you yet I’m such a hypocrite. The idea of opening my heart is so terrifying. I- I’m just not ready.” She rubbed her face on his back.
Ben couldn’t trust his voice so he just patted her arms and gave them a squeeze. He moved his hands back to the task of making lunch and felt Trish pull away.
Ben cleared his throat. “So, is an egg salad sandwich and a small garden alright with you?” he asked.
“Sure, that would be nice. Just the egg salad with no bread for me though.” Trish responded.
Ben set her lunch in front of her and heard the washer buzz. He moved the clothes over to the dryer got it started. The slipcover went into the washer with Trish’s towels.
He went back to the kitchen and ate his lunch with Trish.
“Have you seen the new neighbors?” he asked.
“Yes, I met them when I started my run this morning. The mother’s name is Ashley Beaumont. She’s quite young. Mid-twenties maybe? The two teen daughters, Madison and Savannah, must be adopted as Ashley’s too young to have had them. The baby Joshua is probably hers though. Apparently her husband is driving his car up from Texas and will get here later in the week. Must be taking the scenic route.” Trish reported.
“Geez! Between you and Tina we have a neighborhood watch patrol! How did you get all this information?” Ben exclaimed.
“Simple. I stopped and said hello.” she smiled at him.
“I saw the two teens when I got my mail and waved at them and they ran like I was some kind of monster chasing them!” Ben grumbled.
“Well you ARE a big monstrous man while I am a delicate lady in spandex. Much less threatening.” she grinned and he had to nod.
“So the Beaumonts from Texas. She seem nice?” Ben asked.
“Yeah, a little shy and the girls did seem a little more timid than I expected. Almost unnaturally quiet but that’s just my impression from a first time meeting.” Trish said recalling the conversation. “I’m sure they’ll warm up. If you don’t go all monster on them.”
Ben felt that uncomfortable feeling in the back of his mind again but it just wouldn’t resolve into anything concrete. He shook off the feeling.
“So my network tells me the twins were finally victorious in bedding their fantasy man!” she grinned at him. “When I spoke with them they were actually at a loss for words to describe the evening. Lisa in particular seemed… different. Calmer.”