I didn’t intend to see my former friend with benefits while I was in his hometown.

I was just traveling through, after all. A snowstorm changed that. When the airline employee told me they couldn’t provide a hotel room, I briefly considered sleeping on the airport floor before remembering that there was one warm bed nearby that could definitely accommodate me.

Not bothering to call, I hopped in a cab and gave the driver Mark’s address. Fifteen minutes later I pulled up in front of a small apartment building. Refusing to consider what I would do if Mark wasn’t home, I dragged my suitcase up the steps to his apartment and rang the bell.

After a few minutes with no answer, I turned to walk away. That’s when the door creaked open behind me.

“Marissa?”

Mark’s voice echoed through the hall. Relieved, I turned, ready to explain my flight situation.

Instead, my mouth turned bone-dry. Mark filled the doorway. A thin towel was loosely draped around his hips and small beads of water glistened on his skin. I decided to say hello with actions rather than words. Clearing the distance between us, I flattened my palms on Mark’s abdomen and skimmed them over his torso and pecs, enjoying how the water allowed me to glide over him. His muscles felt exactly as I remembered — strong, tight, and quivering beneath my touch.

“Am I interrupting something?” I asked as I skimmed my lips over his chest, collecting the little water droplets on my tongue.

“Just my shower,” he mumbled.

Mark’s long, thick fingers curled into my shoulders on a groan. He tugged me into the apartment, slamming the door behind him before tossing me onto the couch. Throwing his towel over his shoulder, Mark stood there in all his naked glory, happily watching me squirm under his gaze. “I’d ask to what do I owe the pleasure, but I don’t really care. You’re here and I’m going to dive between those legs of yours and make a meal for myself.”

Before I could respond, Mark’s body landed on top of mine, pushing me deeper into the couch cushions. I could already feel the space between my legs growing slick, getting good and ready for whatever appendage Mark wished to dip inside.

He shimmied his way down my body, pausing when he reached the waistband of my pants. After planting a soft kiss on my belly, he popped open the button of my jeans and groaned when he saw the bright pink lace of my thong.

“I love your flimsy little panties,” he murmured against my mound.

Gripping the waistband of my jeans, Mark gave the material a hard tug, sliding the pants down to my ankles. Then he took a step back, the corners of his lips lifting into a lopsided grin as he admired his handiwork. “I do like seeing you all trussed up and restrained, but I’ll need you wide open for what I have planned.”

With another tug, Mark freed my legs. Then he crawled back up my body, pausing near my hips a second time. Taking the waistband of my thong between his teeth, he rolled the material down, skimming his callused hands along my legs as he went.

Air cooled my soaking slit, sending chills up my spine. Using his thumbs to part my folds, Mark took a moment to admire my glistening, pink center. “I love how wet you get for me,” he said.

Taking hold of my ankles, he hooked my legs over his shoulders and lifted my hips off the sofa. He settled between my thighs, slipping his hands beneath my ass and cupping my cheeks to lift me closer to his lips, holding me so close that I could feel the warm puffs of his breath on my pussy.

Then, finally, the tip of Mark’s tongue breached my slit. He licked me in long, languid strokes, working to part my folds. When liquid arousal began to seep from my core, he sealed his lips around my hole and sucked the juices out.

I groaned, digging my heels into Mark’s back to try to quell the spasms already rocking my body. My hips bucked against Mark’s mouth, increasing the pressure he applied tenfold.

Then Mark really upped the ante. While he used his lips and tongue to massage my hole, his fingers closed around my clit, giving the engorged bud a light pinch.

“Aaah,” I cried out. My back arched, lifting my body even higher.

Miraculously Mark’s mouth remained plastered to my pussy. No matter how my body twitched and twisted, he remained firmly attached, using his lips, teeth, and tongue to drive me to oblivion and beyond.

Then Mark started to hum a tune while he tongue-fucked me, adding a delicious buzz better than anything my vibrator ever achieved. Between his tongue wiggling inside me, the gentle purr of his lips over my vulva, and pressure his fingers applied to my clit, I was done for.

My eyes rolled back into my head and I let out a scream that echoed off the walls. All the while Mark kept suckling at my slit, making the overly sensitive skin sing beneath him. It felt as though every other nerve in my body stopped responding to stimulation, allowing the insistent pulse between my legs to completely take over.

When my body stopped shaking and the air returned to my lungs, Mark crawled from between my legs, slowly lowering me back onto the couch. After giving me a moment to get settled, he scooted back between my thighs.

Kneeling before me, Mark scooped my ass up and dragged me up onto his lap. The tip of his dick tapped against my pussy, teasing me.

Desperate to speed things up a bit, I planted my feet on the couch, lifting my body high enough to impale myself on Mark’s cock. Its flared head pressed against me, slowly stretching my vagina and sliding inside.

That still wasn’t enough. I wanted Mark hard and fast. Needed it. Taking matters into my own hands, I rocked forward onto my toes and successfully slid the rest of Mark’s shaft into my body.

Finally, I felt full. Wanting to savor the moment, I locked my legs around Mark’s waist and closed my eyes. I could feel the gentle pulse of his cock inside me, pounding against my walls as he stretched me wide. Feeling Mark between my legs was the closest I would get to home that evening, which was fine by me.

My eyes fluttered open when I felt Mark’s thick, strong fingers curl around my thighs. He held his gaze as he rocked into me, tightening his grip on my legs with every thrust.

It wasn’t until Mark was buried to the hilt that I realized I’d been holding my breath. I felt his turgid cock rub hard against my G-spot and suddenly it was like a weight had been lifted off of my chest. Air rushed into my lungs. Gone was the heady, post-orgasmic glow that had me melting into the couch. I’d gotten my second wind and I intended to make it count.

Though Mark had positioned my body so that I had minimal control, he had no idea that I’d taken up belly dancing since we last met. It didn’t matter that my body was splayed over the sharp incline of his bended knees; I had the core strength necessary to undulate over him anyway.

I arched my back and rolled my hips, seizing control before Mark had an opportunity to stop me. His thighs tensed beneath mine as he sucked in a breath. When he didn’t try to establish his own rhythm, I repeated the move, throwing my whole belly and back into it.

Damn, did he like that. He released his hold on my thighs with a groan, raising his hands in the air as though    in surrender.

Ready to set the pace, I laid my arms at my side, using them to help support my weight as I continued to roll my hips against Mark. Because I kept my ankles locked around his back, I wasn’t really riding Mark’s cock so much as using my vaginal muscles to massage him, which suited us both just fine.

When a jolt of pleasure rocked my core, I faltered, unable to keep pace while my inner walls rippled and twitched of their own accord. My fingers curled into the couch cushions, struggling to find purchase now that my muscles had turned to mush.

Realizing my turn at the helm was over, Mark resumed control. He leaned over me, caging me in between his arms. Careful to keep his weight off of me, Mark slowly unfolded his legs and slid onto his stomach. Somehow he managed all of this without ever sliding from my depths. His cock remained firmly inside me the entire time.

Then, finally, Mark started to move. He drove into me slowly, working in long, languid thrusts. A few times he pulled himself so far out that only the flared head of his cock remained inside me — just the way I like it. I don’t know what it is about feeling like your partner is about to pull out, only to have them ram right back inside, but it drives me wild every time.

Little ripples of pleasure radiated from my core to my limbs. Overcome, I unlocked my ankles and allowed my legs to drop onto the couch, leaving Mark free to move over me however he liked.

Taking full advantage, Mark lowered his body over mine. He rested his weight on his elbows, leaving his face a hair’s breadth from my own. For a second I thought he would kiss me, but I should have known better. Instead of a soft brush of Mark’s lips over mine, I felt the sharp tug of his teeth dragging over my lower lip, producing my favorite combination: pleasure with a hint of pain.

Next he moved on to my neck. He suckled at the sensitive skin beneath my earlobe and nibbled a path along my collarbone, all while relentlessly driving his cock inside me. I could already feel the telltale tightness coiling up in my womb, warning that I was seconds from exploding.

I closed my eyes, giving myself over to the sensations rocking my body. My walls rolled over Mark’s cock in waves, drawing us both further into the abyss. Then the waves stopped and my pussy clamped down. Hard.

Mark threw his head back with a howl. He buried himself deep inside me and I could feel the first hot spurts of come filling me up. That sent me over the edge. Soon we were both groaning together, landing in a sweaty heap.

We didn’t get much sleep that night, but I did enjoy a warm place to stay and a ride to the airport the next morning.