"You want to wash...my hair?" her tone was both disbelieving and confused.
"Please?"
Rita stared at him for a moment, and then licked her plump lips and Ben groaned. Jesus, he had to control himself. Even though he wanted her naked and under him already, she'd had a hectic day, and he really wanted to take care of her; it gave him a joy, different from being deep in her, that he could take care of her like this.
"Um...okay," she said hesitantly and finished her food.
"Let me clear this, you can go change into a towel, I'll be there soon." Ben got up and piled the plates, ignoring her questioning look and went into the kitchen. When he came out, she wasn't there.
By the time he went to the room, she lay across the bed wrapped in a towel and almost sleeping. Ben knelt over her, smiling and dropping tiny kisses on her shoulder which got her moaning and twisting to give more allowance, which meant her towel fell open, giving him a glimpse of her thick, fair thighs. And Ben just wanted to drag them apart to get to the haven in between and bury himself to the hilt.
His dick hardened as he recalled how tight she was and he couldn't wait to get back in there. He didn't know how she'd thought one night would ever be enough. Ben shook his head at the preposterousness of that notion.
"Hey, babe." He swore Rita purred at his name for her, which made him grin through the pain of his arousal as he grabbed her arms and drew her up.
"I want to sleep," she grumbled with a frown, refusing to open her eyes.
Ben chuckled, she looked absolutely adorable which kicked up his heart beat as he dragged her to her feet. "Don't worry, I'll be fast about it." He assured while leading her to the en suite bathroom.
Rita paused as she saw the set up in the bathroom. Ben had her dressing stool placed in front of the big, hand sink, where he'd lined her shampoo, conditioner and comb. Her gaze flicked to him, "You already planned this? Isn't it presumptuous? I could've asked you to leave," her eyes widened on him.
His heart thudded shallowly at her statement, but he calmed himself knowing he would've still pursued her, probably, the next day, even if she'd asked him to leave. "But you didn't." He led her to the stool and arranged her long hair into the sink.
"I could have," she pouted.
Ben bit his lip to hold a laugh, "I know, baby," he kissed her brow and proceeded to tenderly comb out the tangles in her hair. It helped that her hair was pretty soft despite its extensive length.
"Where did you learn how to do this?" she sounded relaxed and Ben was relieved that she was done being suspicious.
"My mom. As the runt of the litter, I was the only one she could coerce into doing this for her."
Her giggle was cute, especially, when he washed a particularly itchy place as his fingers raked her hair. He rinsed out the sods while telling her about his late mom.
Ben wrapped her hair in a towel and kissed her long and soft. "Now, you take a bath." He murmured, looking into her eyes.
"After," she whispered, leaning in for another kiss. He gave it to her, because, what kind of a man would he be to resist Rita's kiss while she rubbed sinuously against his hard on.
But he was able to convince her to take her bath and when she returned, he was in his boxer briefs which strained in front with the length of his hardness; it looked as though he'd stuck a big pole in there.
He watched her throat flex as she swallowed with some difficulty and her eyes dilate as her gaze got stuck on his erection. Ben smiled and motioned her to come forward. Rita did as though tugged by a link that he held. He calmly loosened the towel over her bosom and let it drop at her feet.
Ben couldn't control the gasp of seeing her again after the previous night. It seemed impossible but his cock drew harder and leaked cum in anticipation of feeling her tightness around his length. He could feel the dampness on his boxer briefs but didn't care.
He made her lie on her stomach on the bed. The soft rise of her buttocks made his mouth water and the wideness of her hips gave him visions of holding on there while he pumped into her from the back.
Jesus. His hands shook as he trickled avocado oil on her smooth back using his left hand to rub it into her skin.
"What are you doing?" she asked, her voice muffled by the bed.
"Massaging you." He croaked, wondering if he'd be able to survive the length of time it would take to massage her entire body.
He dropped the small container and used both hands in slowly rubbing in the oil, putting pressure on her neck, shoulders, down her back, waist, hips, thighs, legs, feet, then he went back up and couldn't seem to go pass her buttocks.
They were glorious globs, robust, soft but firm. She moaned when he smoothed his hand with some pressure up her thick thighs, stopping beneath the curve of her buttocks. He did that and kept widening her thighs to get a glimpse of her cunt.
Ben's heart thudded alarmingly as his thumbs flicked in between and felt the moist that had leaked out of her cove, a result of his massage. He gently turned her over and trickled more oil on her, almost over flooding her skin because he'd been lost staring at her big boobs and beautiful nipples.
"Ben..." she whimpered, twisting her body and pressing her thighs together and Ben knew what she wanted but he was determined to finish the massage.
"Shh, don't worry, I'll take care of your need," he assured in a whisper, while his hands rubbed and massaged her breasts.
They were so big and shiny from the oil and her nipples were hard and begging for his tongue. He swallowed, licking his lips and moved down her stomach, thighs, legs and up again. He widened her thighs, massaged them but stopped short of touching her leaking vagina. Though his hands moved, but his eyes were stuck on the beauty before him. His mouth watered, and a growl built from his throat as Rita moaned, lifting her hips and seeking the touch of his fingers.