He grins against my neck, his tongue tracing maddening circles on the sensitive skin there. “I’ve got to keep you on your toes, sweetheart.”
“Mission accomplished.”
He brushes another lingering kiss across my lips. “So, what do you say?”
“What do you mean, what do I say? Yes, let’s fuck, let’s make love, let’s do whatever will get you out of those clothes and naked in bed the quickest.”
He chuckles, pushing up from the couch, my legs wrapped around his waist, his hands supporting my butt. “Oh sweetheart, there’s going to be nothing quick about tonight.” He carries me into his bedroom. It’s not the first time I’ve been in here, but already tonight feels different. Heavier, and more important somehow. I see the room in a new light. How the soft flannel sheets are a lot like Ben himself, comforting and warm. When I’m tucked underneath his covers, I feel safe and protected.
Ben sets me on my feet at the edge of the bed, and I rise up on my toes so I can kiss him properly. I try to get to thegood stuff, teasing the seam of his lips with the tip of my tongue, but he grins against my mouth and shakes his head. Rather than opening to me like he normally would, he lets his lips move gently against mine, delivering kisses that are as soft as those flannel sheets I want to be in between right now.
My instincts tell me to fight him, to shove my hand down his pants and stroke him in the way I know gets him hard and ready. But for once, I tell myself to not be the contrarian. Ben and I will only ever have one first time together, and I want to enjoy it, let myself really feel and experience it.
Ugh, the whole thing is so sweet and tender, it almost makes me sick.
But then Ben’s kisses drift down to my neck and I forget about everything but the sensation of him. His fingers tug on the neckline of my sweater and his mouth drifts over my exposed shoulder. I wasn’t aware shoulders were erogenous zones, but I’m quickly disabused of that notion.
My fingers rake through his hair and my eyes flutter closed. I lean into him, breathing in his woodsy scent, relishing the scrape of his stubble over my smooth skin. His mouth makes its way back over the trail of my neck, landing on mine once again. This time it’s his tongue teasing the seam of my lips, and I open for him, falling into him as we explore each other.
This isn’t our first kiss, not by a long shot, but it feels like I’m learning a whole new Ben tonight.
He cups my cheeks in his hands, his mouth breathing new life into me. “You’re so beautiful, I can hardly stand it, sweetheart.”
I can’t seem to make my brain formulate difficult things like words, so I say nothing, showing him my feelings instead. He reaches for the hem of my sweater, and I don’t hesitate before yanking it over my head. When we separate out of the sheer necessity of needing to take each other’s clothes off, I find myself caught in his gaze. His eyes are so dark, they almost look black and they trail over my chest, wrapped in a lacy black bra because the only thing I find in my drawers these days are matching sets of pretty lingerie.
I reach around my back to unhook it, letting the straps slide off my shoulders. His eyes burn as they trace over me and my nipples harden under the intensity of his gaze.
But I need more than his eyes on me. I take his hand in mine, bringing it to my breast. He knows my body well enough by now to know just how to stroke the sensitive skin around my nipple, teasing me with his fluttering touches before he cups my breast in his hand and brings his mouth to my skin. His tongue swirls around the peaked bud and my knees weaken. Luckily, he’s there, a firm hand on my lower back keeping me upright as his teeth graze over me, making me shiver.
My fingers latch on to the waistband of his jeans, needing an anchor while also needing more of him, needing all of him. I fumble with the button and he doesn’t pause his ministrations to help me, leaving me to attempt to get him undressed all while his mouth works its distracting magic.
I finally free him from the denim and my hand cups the hard length of him through the fabric of his boxer briefs. He grunts and the vibration of it on my nipple nearly sends me over the edge. I manage to shed my own jeans beforepushing him away just enough to climb onto the bed. He perches over me, both of us down to our underwear but it’s too much left between us.
Instead of removing that final barrier, he lowers his head and kisses me again. This time there’s nothing soft or sweet about it. Our tongues tangle, our teeth nip at each other. I tug him down so the weight of him presses me to the bed. My hips thrust, searching for relief, searching for him, and I find him, rubbing against his hardness until we’re both panting.
I reach in between our bodies to shimmy out of my underwear and, mercifully, Ben frees himself of his boxers.
“You sure you’re ready?” I wrap my hand around him, stroking slowly until his eyes flutter with arousal.
“I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life, sweetheart. Are you sure?” His hands gently press my thighs open and I sigh with pleasure when his fingers dance over me, finding that perfect spot and stroking me until I can barely see straight.
“I’m really fucking sure, Ben. I need you inside me,” I pant, desperate for him and for relief that can only come from him pressing into me.
His weight disappears for a half a second, but when he returns, he’s got a condom in his hand. He makes quick work of opening the package and rolling it on.
He takes his cock in his hand, hovering at my entrance, teasing me, driving me absolutely mad. “I love you, Cam.”
His declaration is more than enough to make me forgive him for making me wait. I reach up to cup his cheek in my hand. “I love you, Ben.”
He pushes inside me in one slow thrust, both of usreleasing matching moans when he’s fully seated. I bring his mouth to mine and let the thrusts of our tongues mimic the thrust of his hips. It’s slow and delicious and I never want this feeling to end.
“Jesus, Cam, how do you feel so perfectly made for me?” he mutters into my neck.
“I was perfectly made for you. Just like you were perfectly made for me.”
He pulls away just enough to be able to look in my eyes. “That was some sappy shit right there, sweetheart.”
“Don’t get used to it.” I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper into me.
