Chapter 22: Lilah
I fall asleep almost immediately, Ben's warm body holding mine. I wake up at 2 am desperately needing to pee and when I come back to bed Ben is half awake. Gently he pulls me back into bed, my back pressed against his very warm, very naked front. I wiggle into place as his arm goes around me and he groans when my butt grinds against him.
Maybe I’m a bit of a tease, but I press back again just to make him groan. His cock throbs against my ass and I can feel it hardening, all in for some playtime, despite the late hour. Ben’s lips find my neck, kissing me sweetly as his hand glides up my stomach. His warm hand claims my breast, his fingers tracing circles around my nipple as his kisses turn to little love bites on my shoulder.
"You asleep?" he asks. I can hear the grin in his voice as he nips the sensitive spot where my shoulder meets my neck, making me moan. "I’ll take that as a ‘no’," he chuckles. His fingers graze over my ribs and belly button, trailing down my thigh. He hooks my knee, pulling it up and over his leg, spreading me wide. His fingers trace the curves of my thigh and hips, making their way to my core. He runs his fingers over my mound and outer lips, but he doesn’t push inside. I’m aching for more, desperate to feel his fingers press into me and I moan, making him chuckle.
"See, it’s not nice to tease," he whispers as his fingers part my folds, dipping inside, and spreading the moisture around my clit. He rubs lazy circles, content to play with me until I’m simmering, my whole body trembling with need. He moves away, leaning back and I whimper. I was so close! He claims a condom from the nightstand, using his teeth to open it before sliding it on with one hand. He kisses my neck again. "Ready?" he asks in a raspy voice.
I arch my back as he presses the head of his cock to my weeping core, the need overpowering everything else. "Yes," I pant.
With a low groan, Ben pushes into me from behind. He fills me slowly and I feel every nerve singing as he grinds into me. His hand grips my thigh as he strokes in and out at a maddeningly patient pace. The thick head rubs against my G-spot, pleasure spiraling through every thrust until I’m desperate to come, little pleas falling from my lips with each motion.
Ben holds me close, his bottom arm wrapped around my chest, his labored breathing warming my hair. His fingers mercifully pick up their swirling torture around my clit, working me until I’m shaking in his grip.
In an instant, my world implodes, and I cry out his name as the spiraling pleasure overtakes me. He comes a second later, groaning with his face pressed to my shoulder, his body shaking.
I don’t know where he gets the energy to get up and take care of the condom, but he manages, and I fall back asleep with his big arm around me.
Waking up is even better. By the time my brain is coming around, I'm already on the verge of orgasm. Ben's head is between my legs and his arms are wrapped around my thighs. I run my hands through his curly hair, and he looks up just long enough to grin devilishly at me and say good morning before diving back in.
"You're spoiling me," I tell him as I lay in bed in a post-orgasmic fog.
"You deserve it," he says, and he smacks the side of my ass. "Come on, breakfast." He jumps up, fully naked and searches the room for his clothes, giving me a breathtaking view of his butt. I watch greedily as he pulls his boxers up. He catches me watching him and beckons me towards him with all the promise of another round in his eyes, but I flop over on my stomach and go limp.
"I'm basically rubber, Ben. You fucked the bones out of me." He laughs and gives me a cocky smile as he pulls up his jeans and slips his glasses back on.
I eye him in the dark frames and I'm suddenly less boneless than I was a minute ago. "Wait! I changed my mind!"
"The glasses?" He asks with amusement. Both of his dimples pop as he grins at me and takes them off, pretending to set them aside. "Should I leave these off so you can control yourself around me?"
I throw a pillow at him and hit him square in the chest.
"Oh, you're going to get it now," he says as he leaps on the bed tickling my ribs. I shriek as I roll over and try to wiggle out from under him, but he straddles my hips and holds both of my hands in one of his, tickling me with the other. I'm cackling, laughing too hard to make a real effort to escape.
"Stop! Please, stop!" I wheeze through shrieks of laughter. "Mercy!" Ben stops tickling me, but he doesn't let me up. Instead, he kisses my ticklish ribs, giving me love bites.
"Can I feed you breakfast yet?" His smile is huge.
"If you must, but if you get clothes, I need clothes too," I tell him as I run my hands through his hair.
"Fine," he sighs. "But for the record, I object."
I throw on some pajama shorts and a tank top and we head to the kitchen. Ben peeks in my fridge, still shirtless, giving me an eyeful of his muscular back and shoulders. I'm hit with a wave of disbelief that this, any of this, is really happening. I can't remember the last time I spent the night with someone, let alone had breakfast together the next morning.
"Where is all of your breakfast food?" Ben asks with a laugh.
"Oh... yeah. I don't really eat breakfast here. I either eat at the bakery or skip breakfast. Sorry," I tell him awkwardly.
"Well, this won't do," he tells me, grinning as he shuts the refrigerator door. He holds his hand out to me. "Come on."
His fingers intertwine with mine as he grabs his sweater and leads me out the front door. We cross my lawn, then his, barefoot and half-dressed. It's insane enough to make a giggle bubble up in my throat, even as the cool spring air pricks little goosebumps all over my bare arms and legs.
Ben tosses his sweater on the back of his couch and parks me at the little dining table in his kitchen with a smiling "Sit."
He starts the coffee maker and pulls an armload of ingredients out of the fridge. The cold air hits my already chilly legs and I shiver, something Ben doesn't miss. It seems he doesn't miss a single thing about me.
"Are you cold?" he asks, eyeing my bare legs with marked interest.