I pay attention to the rise and fall of his chest, to the goose bumps that pop up after I stroke a particularly sensitive part of him. “You’re kind of beautiful, did you know that?” I pull my eyes from his bare skin and meet his gaze.
The look he’s giving me stops my heart in my chest, just for a second. Huh. I didn’t know hearts could literally skip a beat, but the heat in Ben’s gaze is enough to do it.
He reaches up, twining a lock of my hair around his finger. “You’re the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever seen, Cam.”
The words do something to me. Not because I haven’t heard them before, but because I know Ben doesn’t just mean what he can see on the outside. And that somehow means more than any compliment I’ve ever received before.
“I was already planning on going down on you, you don’t have to flatter me.” I don’t really want to brush off his words, but instinct overrides my better judgment.
Ben rolls his eyes, tightening his grip on my hair and bringing me down for a kiss.
I don’t tease him as much as he teased me, moving my lips steadily down the plane of his chest and over his stomach, tugging on the waistband of his pants, freeing him.
It was hinted at from behind the fabric, but when Ben’s cock springs free, my suspicions are confirmed. It’s perfect, and I want to take him inside of me like now.
But I exert some self-control, lowering myself instead, swiping my tongue around the head and relishing the low, guttural moan Ben releases. I spend some time exploring him before taking him fully in my mouth. Wrapping myhand around the base of his cock, I squeeze gently as my lips work over him.
“Jesus, sweetheart, that feels so fucking good.” It’s the first time I’ve ever heard him cuss and I love that I drove him to it.
It doesn’t take long before Ben’s hips are bucking, thrusting him deeper into my mouth, his groans echoing around the room and spurring me on.
“I’m going to come, Cam,” he gasps a minute later, giving me space to pull away.
But I don’t, wanting to experience the full breadth of his pleasure. He explodes a second later, and I slacken my grip, placing soft kisses on every part of him I can reach while he regains his breath.
He wraps his hands around my arms, tugging me up and into his embrace, burying his face in my hair. “That was beyond words.”
I nuzzle into him, throwing my leg over his and snuggling as deep into his arms as I can manage. “For me too.”
For a few minutes, there’s nothing but peaceful silence between us. I’ve never been a cuddler, but lying here in Ben’s embrace is nothing short of pure bliss.
Until a pesky thought burrows into my brain. “Ben? Are we going to wake up tomorrow back home in our own beds?” I don’t know why the thought sends a burst of fear through me, but suddenly I can think of nothing worse than waking up tomorrow in my own apartment, Heart Springs lost to us forever.
“I don’t think so.”
I pull away the slightest bit so I can look him in the eye. “You don’t think so? So there’s a chance?”
A slight frown tugs on his lips. “I mean, I guess there’s achance, but I wouldn’t count on it. Technically you haven’t experienced true love yet.” A hint of something darts through his brown eyes, and I must be hallucinating because it looks a little like doubt.
That doubt must be becausehedoesn’t feel it yet. Maybe he won’t feel it ever. It would make sense, Ben is a wholly good person who spends his time helping others. Lust is one thing, but how could he ever fall in love with someone like me?
In fact, maybe now that he’s gotten his rocks off, he’ll disappear from my life completely. And then where will I be? Stuck here in Heart Springs with no boyfriend, no best friend, and no orgasms.
I pull away more.
It’s not like I’m in love with him either. If I fell in love with every man I’d awarded a blow job, well I probably wouldn’t have ended up here. Or maybe I would have. Maybe I was meant to find Ben all along.
It’s a sobering thought, given the turmoil in his eyes, like he’s worried about having to let me down easy.
I practically leap from the sofa, finding my underwear and pants and sliding them back on.
Ben sits up, dragging his own pants up over his thighs, though he doesn’t bother to search for his shirt. “Talk to me, sweetheart.”
“What is there to say?” I perch on the edge of the armchair across from the sofa, wrapping my arms around myself to further ward off any trace of feelings. “You can’t fall in love with me, I’ve known that from the beginning. So it shouldn’t really matter that you don’t want to.”
“Hey.” He pushes off from the couch and crosses to the chair, kneeling in front of me. “Why would you think that?”
“We both know I’m not the right person for you. Mimi sure as hell knows it, or she would have paired us up from the beginning. And you know it too.” I ignore the pleading look in his eyes, but I don’t pull away when he takes my hand in his.
