The Goddess of Sex Answers Her Call

This good sex story excerpt by Brit Benson from Love You Better is published with enthusiastic consent.

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He closes the door behind him, and for a moment, we just stare at one another. His eyes lick over every inch of me, and I fist my hands at my sides, trying to harness the intense excitement ripping through my body and warming my blood.

How much of this connection is pure attraction, and how much of it is more?

Do I want to know?

No. Not right now. I’ll think about it later.

“Kelley,” I rasp quietly.

His eyes are smoldering, his lips smirking, his hair sexily mussed, and dang it, I’m so turned on. He hasn’t even touched me yet, and I’m already aching for him.

I’ve never, ever wanted a man like I want Kelley.

I’ve never craved anyone as fiercely as I am craving my best friend right now.

“Ivy,” he growls in response.

His voice is gravel. Pure sex that tightens my nipples and heats me up all over. The fragile leash I had on my control snaps, and I launch myself at him.

He grunts, gripping my hips and lifting me up, capturing my lips with his. I wrap my legs around his waist and moan into his mouth when he moves his hands to my butt and squeezes. I run my fingers through his luscious auburn hair, tugging hard enough to make him groan. His tongue strokes over mine, hot and wet and soft, and I want to devour him. I want to taste every part of him, savor him, and then swallow him whole.

Thank you, Goddess of Sex, for making my best friend an erotic masterpiece come to life. 

My nipples are hard, and I rub my breasts across his solid chest to create friction, but it’s not enough. There’s too much fabric in the way. I reach for the hem of my t-shirt, breaking our kiss only long enough to pull my shirt over my head and toss it. When I attempt to bring my mouth back to his, he pulls away, and I whimper.

“Hold on, baby,” Kelley pants. “Let me look at you.”

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I watch his pupils engulf his hazel irises as his eyes eat up the view of my chest. “Fuck, you’re perfect,” he grinds out, and then he places open mouth kisses to the swell of my breasts. Sucking and nipping, marking me up.

He hoists me up farther and closes his mouth around my nipple, sucking it through the thin, silk material of my bra. His tongue dampens the fabric, and his hot breath permeates through to caress my breast. Then he bites down, making me cry out in pleasure before moving to the other.

My panties are soaked, and I’m rubbing myself on him brazenly, pressing my center into his body and rolling my hips in an attempt to relieve the pressure between my thighs while he sucks on my nipples. He groans and moves his mouth back to mine. Tightening his grip on my butt, he presses me more firmly against him before lowering me down and then dragging me back up so that his erection is rubbing tortuously between my thighs. Even through our clothes, I can tell his length is impressive and rock hard, and I need to feel him on me without the barrier of clothing.

I shove my hands between us and snag the band of his jeans, ready to rip them off of him, when we fall backwards onto the bed.

How did we get here? Has he been moving this whole time?

I yelp on impact with my favorite sheets, then giggle when we bounce a little on the mattress, and I can feel his smile when he covers my mouth with his.

He raises up on his knees and pulls off his shirt, tossing it somewhere behind him, then lowers himself back over me. His hands on either side of my head, his biceps straining to support his hovering form, and like a magnet my hands are drawn to his chest.

I run my palms roughly over his pecs, then down to his abs, taking the time to run my fingers through the ridges and grooves that define his sculpted six-pack. When I start to trace my fingertips over the deep V at the bottom of his torso, he lets out a shuddering breath and attacks my lips once more. He plunges his tongue into my mouth, then bites my lower lip, tugging slightly on it.

“Can I take off your bra?” he asks against my mouth.

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“Take off your pants first,” I force out, trying my darndest to be seductive but likely just coming off as lecherous and desperate. Oh well. His responding chuckle vibrates through my body and goes straight to my already throbbing clit.

I watch with rapt attention as he stands from the bed, that infuriating smirk that turns me molten on his lips. I’m a quivering mess of raw desire and he’s over there exuding confidence and cocky sex appeal. He’s a god, and I am a lustful supplicant worshiping at his altar. Ugh, and I’m not even mad about it.

I raise up on my knees and set my gaze on his big hands as his dexterous fingers unfasten the button on his jeans. Slowly, painfully slowly, he drags the jeans down his powerful legs. Then he’s standing before me in a pair of grey boxer briefs, his erection, long and thick, outlined scandalously against his muscular left thigh.

I’m gawking.

I can’t pry my eyes off his lower half, and when I bite my lip, his groan is tortured and sinful. I flick my eyes back to his and raise a brow, daring him to keep going. His eyes burn, and as he moves to take off his boxer briefs, I reach up and unhook my bra. Both articles of clothing fall at the same time, his hard length jutting forward proudly as my nipples pucker even more from the cool air.

“You’re gorgeous,” he murmurs, almost to himself, and I reach my hands out, beckoning him to me.

His erection bobs with each step, and when he is within reach, I grip his shoulders and pull him on top of me. His lips close over mine for one deep, sensuous kiss, and then move down my jaw and to my neck. He sucks hard on the tender flesh there, then laves his tongue over the hurt. His teeth graze over my collarbone, nipping and scraping, and then move once more to my breasts.

Kelley sucks one of my nipples into his mouth, assaulting it with his tongue and teeth while teasing and tweaking the other with his fingers. Then he releases my nipple from his mouth and moves to suck on the other. I’m kind of impressed by his determination to pay them equal amounts of attention, and I would giggle if I weren’t so worked up.

When he starts moving his mouth down my body, dipping his tongue into my belly button, I start to squirm with anticipation. Just the idea of that tantalizing, talented tongue on my most sensitive parts has me teetering on the edge of sanity. After he slips his fingers under the band of my leggings, he makes eye contact with me in silent question, seeking permission.

He’s perfect. How did I not see it sooner? 

My heart melts, and my voice is shaking with both need and admiration when I answer him.

“Please, Kelley,” I whisper desperately, and he pulls my leggings down, taking my panties with them.

“I’ve been dreaming about this pussy,” he says as he drags his fingers over me, through me. “God it’s even better than I imagined. Pink and perfect and fucking glistening.”

He slowly brings his eyes to mine, as if dragging them away from the view between my legs is painful.

“Who made you wet, Ivy? Who did this to you?”

“You did.”

“Say it again,” he growls, his eyes back on the apex of my thighs.

“You did, Kelley. You made me wet.”

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My voice is a strained whine, and he moans when he lowers his body and licks me from top to bottom.

“I want to lick this pussy till you come all over my face.” He slips one finger inside, and when I clench around him, his groan is deep and husky. “You gonna let me tongue fuck this pussy, baby?”

Holy dirty talk.

His naughty words make me clench harder around his slowly thrusting finger. I never would have guessed strait-laced Kelley Pierce, the guy who reads books with my twelve-year-old brother and teaches social studies to middle school students who think of him as a hero, would have such a filthy mouth. It’s the best surprise. I freaking love it so much.

He slips a second finger in and I cry out. “Yes, Kelley! Please.”

He wastes no time descending upon me. His hands spread me wide, so I am completely and utterly exposed, and he flattens his tongue against me and licks me slowly from end to end before closing his mouth around my clit and sucking. My entire body shudders, and he hums his appreciation against me. The erotic sensation shoots straight up my spine, and I thread my fingers through his hair so I can pull him closer.

“Up and down,” I force out, and he immediately obeys, flicking his tongue rapidly against my clit while his fingers thrust in and out of me. It feels amazing. It’s never felt this good before, and soon I’m rolling my hips against his face, pressing into him, riding his tongue and fingers.

He moves his arms to my thighs and spreads me wider, then slips his tongue into me and begins rubbing up and down on my clit with his thumb. The sensation ricochets through me, tensing all of my muscles, curling my toes.

“I’m going to come, Kell,” I cry. “Oh fuck, Kelley, I’m going to come.”

And he stops.

I snap up onto my elbows to find him staring at me from between my legs. The sight is erotic but infuriating. His face is surprised, and his grin is elated with boyish glee.

“Why did you stop?” I screech out, breathless. He laughs, and I smack the bed at my side.

Am I going to cry? I might cry.

My body is on fire, the tension and need for release bordering on painful. This orgasm tease is going to bring me to tears.

“Kelley!” I whine and my sexual frustration is evident.

“Did you just say fuck?” he laughs again in disbelief.

“What?” What!?

“Did I just make Ivy Rivenbark say fuck?” His stupid smile is huge and adorable, and I want to throw a pillow at him, but I don’t think I can reach one.

Oh no he did not stop, right when I was on the cusp of orgasm, because I said a cuss word. 

“Kelley. Now is not the time,” I scold. “If you don’t make me come right now—”He cuts off my threat by launching a double assault, his mouth and fingers thrusting and massaging, sucking and rubbing. I moan, low and long, threading my fingers back through his hair.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I chant in sync with my hips, rolling against his face. “Don’t stop. Don’t you dare stop.”

His chuckle sends me over the edge, and my body bows, arching my back and attempting to clamp my thighs shut. Kelley presses on them more firmly with his arms and continues to rub and lick and thrust until I’m trembling.

“No more. No more,” I cry, and he slips out from between my legs and props himself up beside me.

When I finally open my eyes, he is staring down at me, his grin a sexy combination of pride and awe.

“Craft fucking beer,” he says, shaking his head with a small smile.

“What?” I ask with a laugh. That’s random.

He shrugs, and then leans down to kiss me. I suck on his lower lip, tasting myself on him. It’s heady and thrilling, and I never want it to end.

 

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