I place everything on the counter, take her by the hand, and lead her up the stairs. When we get to my bedroom, I close the door behind us and sit on the bed. Looking up at her, I see her brain churning. I wait to see what she’s going to do before I say anything.
“Why don’t you like when people call you Benjamin?”
Her question comes out of nowhere and I furrow my brow.
“I noticed you cringe this morning, when James called you by your full name.”
Taking a deep breath, I answer her.
“It reminds me of Mother. She made up a song that she used to sing to me when I was sad. It always used to make me feel better. It had my name in it.”
I hear Mother’s voice float through my mind as though it’s only been days since the last time I heard it instead of years.
Benjamin, Benjamin, don’t be blue. Benjamin, Benjamin, I love you.
Silence falls between us and I know she’s wishing she could say something that would make everything better. When she takes a step in my direction, I finally speak.
“I’m not going to force you.”
She stops walking, but doesn’t’ say anything. Our eyes still locked on one another. She takes another step and sits down on the bed next to me. For several minutes, neither of us speak.
“I know it’s wrong,” she says finally, her head hung low.
Turning my head, I stare at her. I’m not sure what she’s referring to, but then she continues.
“Our kiss. The way Harry and Henry ran their hands over my body in the kitchen; playing me like an instrument. Everything that happened in the dining room earlier. I shouldn’t have liked it. I shouldn’t have missed your touch when it wasn’t heating my skin any longer. I made myself believe that I deserved it, as punishment for their sins. To ease my mind. To make myself feel better about wanting more. I didn’t expect cruelty when I came here. But when my body reacted so strongly to my brothers’ touch, I told myself that it was punishment for accepting sin into my life.”
Her admission makes my heart ache for the way I let James’ treat her. For the role I played in her failure. Not able to hold back any longer, I climb on top of her, ready to show her how sorry I am. Our lips crash together and I feel her hands roam my body. I welcome her touch. My mind begs her not to stop. My hands explore her golden blonde hair, her perky tits, her pebbled nipples, her pulsating clit, her swollen, wet pussy.
I stand up just long enough to remove my clothing. Reaching for her, I remove her grimy shirt, which is stained by the sins my brother’s and I committed hours ago. I feast my eyes on all of her glorious body at once. Her eyes darted to my cock. As if it can feel her gaze, it twitches in excitement and her eyes widen with pleasure.
But I didn’t bring her here to focus on me. Climbing on top of her once again, I cover her in kisses. Licking my way down her body, I bathe each nipple in the heat of my tongue. Moving further down her gorgeous body, I finally get a taste of what I’ve been craving since I picked her up off of the ground in the woods.
Engulfing her clit in my mouth, I suck on it with a passion that I’ve never felt before. Each pull of my mouth elicits another moan from deep within her. She laces her fingers through my hair, squeezing gently. When she adds pressure, I know she’s close and I reach my tongue out, flicking her clit as quickly as I can.
Over and over, I do not stop, not even when her nails start digging into my scalp. With one final suck, I furiously pull her clit into my mouth. Releasing her grip on my hair, she pulls the pillow out from under her head and screams her release into it. At the same time, a warm jet of her arousal floods my mouth.
I’ve never tasted anything so sweet in my entire life and I take all that she has to give. Climbing up her body, I remove the pillow from her face and relish in the bleary look in her eyes. Tapping her bottom lip with two fingers, her jaw goes slack, opening her mouth for me. I line up