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By the time she tumbled out of the taxi she was shaking with lust and pent-up tension. It was only as she was walking up to the door that she felt a momentary pang of nerves, but then Ben slid his hand to the small of her back and guided her into the house, closing the door behind them. He pulled her against him, one hand sliding into her hair to tilt her head up to his, his lips claiming hers with all the confidence and expertise she expected from him. Her nerves forgotten, Thea gave herself up to him.
She felt his reaction hard against her thigh, and a bubble of impatience popped inside her stomach as she reached down to fumble with his belt. She’d never felt this impatient with anyone before, but right now all she wanted was to take him in her hand, feel that velvety smoothness against her palm.
‘You’re sure?’
Ben broke off for a moment to pull back, and Thea felt the beginnings of a confidence she’d never had before.
‘Will you just shut up and kiss me?’ she muttered, slightly abashed, reaching for his jeans and undoing the buttons until he sprang out, revelling in his low moan of appreciation when she slid her fingers around him.
Following her pace, Ben divested her of her tee shirt and bra in a couple of smooth movements, before snaking one arm around her waist, the other hand expertly caressing her breast. Then, arching her back slightly, he bent his head to bestow a trail of hot kisses down the line of her neck to one hard nipple, before taking it in his mouth and sucking deeply until she gasped aloud. His tongue slipped in and out, deftly flicking over the bud before taking it into his mouth once again. Then he turned his attention to the other breast, and she could feel him flexing in her palm as she threw her head back to push her nipple further into his mouth.
‘Let’s take this next door,’ Ben murmured, shifting out of her hand and lifting her up, wrapping her legs around him so he could carry her.
‘Not upstairs?’ Thea felt uncertainty creeping back.
‘Too far.’ He shook his head in mock contrition and she felt any doubts dissipate.
Lowering them both swiftly down onto the rug
, he slid her jeans off, hooked a finger under her lace panties before running it between her legs. She moaned, sounding out his name, and he repeated the action, this time dipping his finger in, making her squirm with pleasure.
He didn’t even have his tee shirt off and hazily Thea reached for it, wanting him as naked as she was. Wanting to feel his skin slide across hers. But he’d already ducked away, his mouth moving down from her straining nipple to her stomach.
‘I want to taste you,’ he murmured, his tongue leaving a gentle whorl on her belly button, his kisses weaving lower and lower down her abdomen.
Filled with lust, her bottom shifting against his touch, Thea didn’t even realise he’d slipped her panties off until his tongue chased up the inside of one thigh, gliding over her and flicking through her wetness, making her pelvis jolt in response.
‘Ben...’ Thea gasped. ‘What about you?’
‘Relax,’ Ben murmured against the sensitive skin, making her throb and swell with need. ‘Right now this is about you.’
Something jarred slightly in the recesses of her head, but before she had time to think Ben was cupping her backside with his hands, pushing his tongue inside her, drawing back only to suck before sliding in again.
She grasped the rug for traction. It had never been like this for her before, and her head was swimming with building need.
‘Thea, you’re perfect. So hot, so wet...’ he murmured. ‘So close...’
‘Don’t stop,’ begged Thea, arching up to him, loving it that he so obligingly returned to the task in hand.
He pushed his tongue in deeper, then moved back to suck a little harder, and instinctively she tilted her hips up to encourage him. Her hands moved to touch his shoulders, frustrated by the feel of fabric instead of bare skin, and she slid her fingers into his hair instead.
His tongue moved faster, making her catch her breath, wanting more, then demanding more. She instinctively opened her legs a little wider and he groaned, the sound vibrating against her body. It was her undoing.
The orgasm started slowly, with her fingers and toes tingling first, then quickly picked up pace as it spread through her veins like fire and tore through her, making her cry out as her body was caught up in waves of bliss. But Ben wasn’t stopping. He held her writhing hips in place, his tongue never leaving her as he kept up his relentless pace, and Thea gave herself up to a return wave which ripped through her abdomen and made her body tremble. Even as she came down the aftershocks kept pulsing through her, leaving her fighting to breathe and unable to speak.
She’d wanted fireworks—he’d given her a New Year’s Eve grandstand. How was she ever to repay the debt?
It was going to take her a few minutes longer to regain her breath, and she was grateful when Ben came up to lie beside her and pull her into his arms. Her hand crept over him, grazing down his front to where his jeans were still open. She slipped her hand inside.
His reaction was immediate, and the guttural sound he made turned her on again. Already.
Thea smiled shyly at him, barely able to believe they’d turned such a corner. Hardly daring to think this might be the start of something else.
She pushed herself up, swinging one leg over to sit astride him, trying not to let her nervous anticipation show. She should have taken his jeans off first, but there was nothing for it now. She curled her fingers around his tee shirt and lifted.
Immediately his hands slipped around her wrists, locking them in place, twisting them gently away from his tee shirt. He sat up, Thea still across his lap. She felt a stab of apprehension, her eyes flying to his, wanting him to erase her fears. Instead, he refused to meet her gaze.
‘Ben?’
