Leaning in to kiss me, his delicate touch conveyed such a searing heat. A ravenous hunger. I’d never known what it felt like to have a man want me like this. It was intoxicating.
I almost whined when he finally pulled away. “Chelsea, would you like to come to the living room and we could curl up with a glass of wine? Or should we go to the kitchen and I’ll make you dinner?”
Looking up at those dark eyes, I felt absolutely exhilarated. I wanted us to be a real couple. I wanted to mark the occasion somehow. I wanted to show him that his kindness and patience meant a lot to me. And I needed to give in to what my body was craving so wildly.
“Or… Maybe the bedroom?” I whispered.
He kissed me again, pulling me against him, my breasts caressing his chest with every breath.
“Sweetheart, we can wait,” he finally whispered. “There’s no rush. I adore you and I’m not going anywhere.”
“I want to,” I nodded.
He took my hand and led me up the stairs, saying, “If you change your mind at any time, baby, just let me know.”
I wanted to turn my mind off. I wanted to stop stressing, stop worrying. I wanted to stop being so shy and nervous, and let him take over completely.
Ben was so slow, so gentle, as he turned on the bedside lamp, then pulled me into his arms. “I need you to be my girl, Chelsea.”
Looking up at him, I wound my hands arou
nd his neck. “Yes, I’m yours.”
It felt like his body heat was pouring into me, taking me over as he unzipped my dress, sliding the shoulders off until it fell down.
He grinned. “I like it when you don’t wear a bra.”
Then I gasped, his mouth already sucking against my skin as he pulled my nipple deep between his lips. He cupped my ass in both huge hands, massaging my skin as he held me against him. Then he took my nipple between his teeth, tugging gently until I squirmed.
“You’re so hot,” he murmured. “How did you get skin this soft?”
I hoped he didn’t expect an answer, as he switched to the other breast while I clutched his hair. Shuddering against his face, he circled his tongue around my tight nipple again until my stomach quivered.
I felt my panties being slid down my legs, and realized this time I wasn’t going to be the only one naked. I began awkwardly unbuttoning his shirt, then he helped me, stripping everything off as he laid me on the bed.
My eyes must have been huge as I stared at him. All of him. The tan, rippling muscles, wide chest, and powerful thighs. Naturally, I stared at his long, thick arousal, standing at attention in my honor.
“Baby, look at you,” he breathed, staring at my pale body against the dark blue bedspread.
He laid beside me, kissing me slow and deep, the heat between us almost confusing. I had to gather up the courage to slide my hand down his chest, wrapping it around his hard shaft. It was strange, but as I moved my hand along his length, I could tell that he was enjoying my touch.
I realized with surprise that his hand was already between my legs, as his thick middle finger slid inside me. “I love that you’re already drenched for me, sweetheart,” he said gently, his eyes flashing with a grin.
My body was obviously announcing what it needed. Something I’d craved for years, but wouldn’t let myself truly consider.
My thighs opened for him as he stroked my entire pussy, making my hips squirm. His kisses were silky sweet, as I opened my mouth for his tongue. My feelings for him were just as strong as all of these physical tingles.
He pulled back from our kiss, and as I opened my eyes, his hot shaft disappeared from my grasp as he moved down between my thighs. His fingers danced against my most sensitive skin, caressing and opening, then I felt the strangest sensation as his hot tongue pressed against my opening, lapping at every fold.
My gasps seemed to amuse him. My wriggling seemed to arouse him. And when two fingers finally slid inside me, his tongue flattened against my clit, licking steadily, I could feel that my satisfaction was the only thing on his mind.
It was so weirdly intimate, his fingers and tongue overtaking me completely, as my hand caressed the side of his head, drawing him in. He seemed to be listening to every little moan, watching how my hips moved up against him, adjusting his rhythm accordingly.
Then I felt the deep, warm pressure building deep inside me, almost out of my control, almost a bit frightening.
“Ben…” I gasped, as my body seized, twitching and bucking as I came hard against his mouth. Staring into those breathtaking eyes, I could see that my pleasure was delighting him.
Falling back against the bed with a gasp, he was already beside me, kissing me gently as his hands meandered across my skin, my stomach, my breasts, my throat. Reaching down, I took hold of his shaft again, liking the way it seemed to twitch under my grasp. Taking gentle, tentative strokes, I looked up at him with a shy smile.