“Touch me, please.”
His eyes meet mine. “My pleasure.”
His head is suddenly between my legs, and I gasp as his tongue circles my clit. My head drops back, and I tangle my hands in his hair as his mouth works me over. Heat pools in my stomach, and I can feel my orgasm building. I was on the edge five minutes ago, so I know it won’t be long before I fall. Ben’s mouth is relentless, and when he pushes two fingers inside me, I can’t hold on any longer and I cry out as my orgasm crashes over me. His fingers and mouth continue to draw every last second of pleasure from me, and when I come back down to earth, I gently push Ben’s head away, too sensitive to let him carry on. He softly kisses up my body until his mouth meets mine, kissing me like I’m the air he needs to breathe. When he pulls out of the kiss, we’re both breathless.
“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to watch you fall apart, Ash.”
I smile. “What took you so long?”
“What can I say? I’m an idiot.”
I catch my bottom lip between my teeth, nerves fluttering in my stomach. “Now, it’s my turn to watch you fall apart,” I murmur, my fingers moving to the button on his jeans. I slip my hand beneath the waistband of his boxers, wrapping my fingers around him. My voice comes out steadier than I feel. I’ve been with a couple of guys before, but it’s been a while, and I’m a little nervous.
He inhales sharply. “Ash, you don’t have to. I didn’t come here expecting anything. I just needed to touch you.”
“I want to,” I assure him.
“You’re sure?”
I nod, and he exhales sharply, his fingers threading through my hair as he pulls me into a kiss. His mouth moves urgently against mine until he breaks away with a low moan, his head falling back against the cushions. I continue the slow, steadymotion of my hand, and soon, his breathing turns rough and uneven.
“God, Ash… you have no idea how good that feels,” he rasps, his voice tight with pleasure. His body tenses beneath my touch, his movements growing restless, and with a few more strokes, he groans and comes, his head dropping to rest against my shoulder.
I give him a moment to catch his breath before we both head to the bathroom to clean up. A smile tugs at my lips that I can’t quite hide. I’ve felt this way about him for so long; it almost doesn’t feel possible that he’s feeling the same way about me.
I want this to work more than anything. I just hope the doubt that crept in earlier doesn’t turn out to be right.
CHAPTER FIVE
Ashlyn
It’s Saturday night, and Ben and I have a date planned. I’m heading to his place for dinner, then we’re going into River Falls for a drink. It’s our first official date, and I’m excited to spend more time with him. Everything feels so easy and like it’s meant to be when we’re together, and I’m hoping tonight will be the same.
Despite my excitement, I’m a little nervous as I pull into Ben’s driveway. Turning off the engine, I take a deep breath, grab my purse from the passenger seat, and get out of the car. My jacket is wrapped tightly around me as I glance down at my skinny leather pants and black heeled pumps, hoping I’m dressed appropriately. I wasn’t sure how formal the bar would be later, so I opted for pants instead of a dress. My hair is curled, flowing in waves down my back, and my makeup is minimal, with just a touch of lip gloss. I’m climbing the porch steps when the door swings open.
“Hey, Ash. You look beautiful,” Ben says, reaching for my hand and pulling me inside.
“Hi. Sorry I’m late,” I say. I’d said I’d be there by six, but it’s almost six-thirty.
“You’re always late,” he teases, and I feel my cheeks flush. I’m often late for work too; it’s one of my worst habits, but I didn’t think he’d noticed. He leans down and brushes a kiss on my cheek. “You’re worth waiting for. Come in.”
I slip off my jacket, and he takes it from me as he leads me through the entryway, past the living room, and into the spacious open-plan kitchen. The house is beautiful, and the décor is stunning.
“Take a seat,” he says, gesturing to the breakfast bar and hanging my jacket over the back of one of the chairs. “Do you want a drink?”
I place my purse on the counter and sit on one of the high stools. “I’ll take a soda, if you have one.”
“Sure. I’ve got wine if you’d prefer.”
“A soda’s fine.” He turns to the fridge, pulling out two cans and handing me one.
“Dinner smells amazing,” I say, glancing at the large pan on the stove behind him. “Is it one of the dishes you made during the cooking classes?”
He nods. “Yep! I hope you like meatballs and you’re hungry. I think I made way too much.”
“I do, and I definitely am. I can’t wait to try it,” I say with a smile before looking around the room. “Your house is amazing.”
“Thanks. I can’t take credit for it. It looked like this when I moved in. The fact that I didn’t have to do any home improvements was one of the things that drew me to it.”
