Ben stays on top of Abbie and comes in her pussy

"Me?" Ben asked.

He ramped up his rhythm, pushing into Abbie's tight and wet pussy harder and faster. He smiled broadly as he fucked her, driving as deeply as he could into her. He watched her body underneath his, her hair shifting as her head lightly bounced in and out of the cushions of the sofa.

With all that Abbie had conceded to that evening, Ben had to assume that there weren't going to be many (or any) boundaries. Tuk had come inside her earlier that evening, but it had been without invitation. Clearly, Abbie was open to it, invitation or not.

"Yeah, you," Abbie said. "You're there, I can feel it. You want to come? You want to fill up my little pussy? You've been waiting to pop all ... night ... long ... haven't you?"

Ben was sweating a little more. He shook his head, trying to delay the inevitable for a few more seconds, just to enjoy the feeling a little bit longer.

"You've been wanting this ever since you first saw me in the lobby. Haven't you?"

Ben nodded.

"And now you have it. Me. You have me."

"Pretty fucking wild, isn't it?"

Abbie giggled. "Yeah. It is."

As Ben pumped into her more and more, they both recognized that it was just a matter of moments before he'd climax. Abbie rubbed his arms and chest, and ran one hand up alongside his face. She touched his lips, and then dragged her fingers down his face and chest, just grazing his skin casually.

He took a sharp breath and lifted his head up. As he released the breath, he calmly looked back down at Abbie, nodding slightly.

"Mm-hm, that's it," Abbie murmured. "Keep going. Don't stop, just keep going, baby."

Ben grunted as he fucked her, his face turning a bit redder than it had been.

"Fuck me," she went on. "It feels so good, you feel so good inside me ... just fill me up, baby. Fill up my sweet little pussy ..."

Abbie felt Ben burst inside her, a rush of heat that radiated throughout her body. She closed her eyes and let her head fall back. She became acutely aware of her own body, her skin against the sofa, her foot on the floor, her other leg in the air and Cory's fingers along her calf and ankle. She felt Ben convulsing, his cock spasming, each twitch releasing another eruption of hot spunk deep inside her pussy.

She heard Ben grunting, each spasm of his body releasing another spurt of hot jizz. The thought crossed her mind that ... what if Jake and Michelle are doing exactly this right now? She giggled at the notion, and then wondered how many people in the hotel were fucking at that very moment. Probably lots, she mused. But how many enjoyed it as much as I did? Probably none.

Ben shifted his position, gripping Abbie around her waist, and rising to an upright position. She opened her eyes to see his face, sweaty, red, smiling.

"Fucking incredible," he mumbled.

Cory ran his fingers along her skin one more time, and then let her leg go gently, allowing it to fall limp along the back of the couch. He stepped away without another word, leaving Ben and Abbie alone.

Abbie and Ben gazed at each other for a minute -- long enough to get them both giggling at one another for the stare lasting too long.

"What?" Ben asked.

Abbie shook her head. "Nothing." She looked down, and then back up to him. "I mean, you're still inside me."

Ben chuckled. "Yeah."

Abbie squinted at him. "Are you ... planning to keep fucking me?"

"Maybe!" Ben laughed. He wiggled around, his dick still hard inside Abbie's tight snatch.

"Ooh," Abbie groaned. "Still feels so good," she whined, still sensitive, still very aroused.

Ben thrust into her a few times, his cock still stiff enough and definitely still tender enough to affect both of them. Abbie gyrated her hips in a small circle, making the most of this particular moment of contact. She definitely feel him, how hard he still was, as well as the warmth of his come. Ben hadn't yet pulled out, so his full load was still well inside Abbie's vagina.

Abbie wasn't sure what had become of the others, and she wasn't looking for them. This was a private moment with Ben, and if Abbie was being honest with herself, Ben had been the one with whom she'd made the most meaningful connection. None of them would be lifelong friends, of course, but she felt an instant link with Ben -- probably because of how much he reminded her of Jake.

Jake.

Abbie fell back into the couch again, her body relaxed and released. As she lay there quietly, she felt Ben stop moving as well. He had one hand on the couch, supporting him, and his other hand gently touching Abbie's stomach and chest.

"I wish I could do this all night," he said.

Abbie smiled. "Me too."

With a sigh, Ben pushed himself up, slowly starting to slide his cock out of Abbie's pussy. Her breath shuddered as he did, the sensitivity of the sides of her pussy still tingly from her series of orgasms. Once Ben was fully out, Abbie slid her hand down and gently touched herself, feeling the heat of where he had been. She kept her fingers there until she felt his semen start to seep out. Closing her eyes and trying to catch her breath, Abbie ran her fingers through the oozing sperm, rubbing it into her skin, allowing it to coat her fingers. She drew her hand back up to her mouth and licked her fingers clean, swallowing whatever had collected there.

"Taste good?" Ben asked. He plopped himself on the end of the couch, obviously spent. Still naked, of course, he sat casually with his legs splayed, a pose Abbie would have imagined more suitable for sitting and watching a football rather than for composing oneself after an hour or so of sex.

Abbie sat up more carefully, aware that Ben's come was still dribbling out of her. She looked over at him and grinned as she wiped a few more drops from along her thighs and licked them off her fingers as well.

"Delicious."