#eatwell

Benito laughed, the warm sound vibrating against your skin. “Ay, para, mami… vas a asfixiarme.”

You giggled and squeezed again, teasing. “No me importa… quédate ahí!”

He chuckled and turned his head, playfully biting the soft inside of your thigh. The sensation made you jolt, strange but it felt almost good.

“Espera… hazlo otra vez,” you whispered, voice a little shy but curious.

“¿Otra vez? ¿Te gustó eso?” he asked, looking up with a playful smirk.

You nodded, biting your lip. “Sí… se sintió raro pero… bonito.”

He bit the other thigh gently, then soothed it with a slow kiss. His hands slid higher, carefully pushing the booty shorts aside. “Relájate, bebe. Déjame cuidarte…Voy a hacerte sentir muy bien. Solo dime si quieres que pare, sí?”

“Está bien… quiero intentarlo,” you answered softly, heart racing.

He pulled your shorts down slowly and settled between your legs. His breath was warm against your core. “Mírate… tan bonita y toda mía,” he murmured before pressing a gentle kiss right there.

The first slow lick of his tongue made you gasp. “Ay, Benito…” you breathed, fingers instinctively threading into his hair.

“¿Te gusta así, mi amor?” he asked, voice low and gentle, looking up at you.

“Sí… se siente… diferente. Pero no pares,” you replied, cheeks heating up.

He smiled against you and continued, licking long, slow stripes up your folds, savoring every bit. “Sabe tan rico… Me encanta tu sabor, mami.”

You let out a soft moan, hips twitching slightly. “Benito… eso… se siente bien-ay!”

He circled your clit with his tongue, slow and deliberate, while one finger gently rubbed the sensitive bundle of nerves. The pleasure built gradually, warm and tingling. You pushed his head down a little, needing more. “Más… por favor…”

“Así, mi vida. Móntame la cara si quieres,” he encouraged, his voice muffled but full of affection.

Your hips started moving on their own, thrusting gently against his mouth. “Ay Dios… se siente tan rico…” you whimpered, eyes fluttering.

He looked up at you often, dark eyes watching your reactions, making sure you were lost in it. His free hand slid under your t-shirt, finding your breast and massaging it softly, thumb brushing over your nipple in slow circles. You could feel him grinding himself down against the couch, but he ignored it completely. This was only about you.

“Benito… no pares… B-Beni..me gusta mucho,” you moaned, pushing his head down harder as your hips rolled more confidently.

He hummed in approval, the vibration sending sparks through you. His tongue dipped inside you, then returned to your clit, flicking and sucking gently while his finger kept rubbing steady circles. “Estás tan mojada, bebé… Tan sensible para mí.”

“Sí… es por ti..es por ti mi amor—!”you gasped, thighs trembling around his head. “Sigue… así… ay, se siente increíble.. coño papi!…”

The feeling kept building, slow and intense. You kept talking, breathy and needy. “Benito… tu lengua… Dios mío… no sé cómo aguantar…”

He didn’t rush. He kept the pace steady, licking and sucking, occasionally glancing up to see your face: mouth open, eyes half closed, lost in pleasure. His hand on your breast squeezed gently, playing with your nipple until you arched into his touch.

“Me voy a venir… voy a venir papi!…” you whined, trying to hold back, wanting to stay in this feeling longer.

“Aguanta un poquito más pa’ mi, amor,” he murmured against your core, switching to slower, broader licks to draw it out.

You kept thrusting against his face, fingers tight in his curls. “Benito… por favor… se siente tan bueno… estoy temblando…” you cried out.

He added a little more pressure with his tongue, still gentle, then he began sucking on your clit, still checking on you with those dark, loving eyes. His finger played around your entrance and moved in perfect rhythm while his other hand continued massaging your breast.

“¡Benito! Ay… sí… justo ahí….ahi!—” you cried out, hips bucking harder as the pleasure coiled tighter and tighter.

“Córrete en mi boca… Quiero sentirte toda,” he encouraged, his voice deep and admiring how hot you looked right now.

Finally, the wave crashed over you. Your thighs clamped around his head as you came hard, moaning his name. “¡Benito! Me vengo… ay Dios!—…”

He kept licking you through it, drawing out every last tremble until you were breathless and shaking. Only then did he kiss your inner thighs softly and crawl up to pull you into his arms.

“¿Estás bien, mi vida?” he asked, pressing a kiss to your forehead, voice full of love. “¿Te gustó?”

You nodded, still catching your breath, a shy but satisfied smile on your face. “Sí… me encantó, amor. Te quiero tanto…”

“Yo también te quiero, mi vida…” he whispered, his head now laying on your chest as the ocean waves still hummed in the background.