gently places his hands underneath my thighs, lifts me up, and sits me on the bathroom counter. With one hand he runs his thumb down the side of my face, and with the other he twirls my hair in his fingers. I take a deep breath, feeling my insides tingle as Ben places his lips on mine.
Chapter 12
One mind-blowing kiss after another, and Ben tries to convince me to ditch Stephanie and Michelle for dinner.
“Don’t you have plans?” I ask breaking away from his plump bottom lip.
He tucks a loose strand of hair behind my ear and smiles, “I was supposed to meet Matt and Eric for a drink, but I’ll ditch them if that means spending more time with you.”
I blush and force my eyes to the floor. Ben pulls his phone out of his pocket and holds it out with a smile, “Call Stephanie and Michelle and tell them you can’t make it. Please.”
Although part of me thinks I should really separate myself from Ben and focus on what I want, versus what I believe his intentions to be. For some reason, I just can’t bring myself to do it. The thought of being alone with him and having him exclusively in my arms is extremely tempting. His bottom lip is screaming for me to suck on it, and the more I sit here debating his request, the more I throb down there. I run my hands along his strong forearms and stop at his thick wrists, feeling his perfectly smooth skin. The more I ache, the more I desperately hope his feelings for me are real and I am not just his new found fuck-buddy.
His soft and pleading voice repeats, “Please Megan.” And that’s all it takes for me to cave into his proposition against my better judgment. I slowly take the phone from his hand and dial Stephanie’s cell number.
“Hello” Stephanie’s voice perks up.
“It’s me, Megan.” I say while staring into Ben’s gleaming eyes.
“Are you meeting us for dinner or what?” She asks.
“No, I am too tired.”
“Whatever” Stephanie grunts, “Thanks for the heads up Grandma.”
The phone clicks off and she hangs up without a goodbye. Ben gives me a playful kiss on the forehead and squeezes my thighs. He takes the phone from my hand and tells me he is going text Eric to say he won’t be meeting them.
I catch a glimpse of the text Eric sends back:
Are you starting to grow a vagina?
Followed up with:
There is a lot of tight young ass in the bar tonight. You’re loss.
Ben blushes and dismisses his messages, “Now, where were we?”
I gulp and watch him toss his phone on the countertop. He smirks, caging me and places both his hands flat against the mirror on either side of my head. He leans in and kisses me with his tender lips, and thrusts his pelvis into mine. I knock over Stephanie’s collection of perfume with my butt and hear the glass tinker on the granite, but it doesn’t stop him from shoving his tongue further down my throat. Part of me is telling myself to stop engaging with Ben this way, but when he hoists me off the countertop I wrap my legs around him and cave into his arms.
Within minutes, Ben starts undressing me. He rips off my housecoat, exposing my naked body and unbuttons his shirt. He pushes me back against the bed, towers over me then cups my breasts. He slides his hands down my sides, and forces them onto the inside of my thighs and pushes them apart. I don’t move when he slips his hands inside me, and streams kisses along my collarbone. He presses his body against me, thrusting and rubbing in ways I have never felt before. I let my hands trail along the ripples of his stomach and creep their way to snap open his jeans. I am about to explode from the quickening taking over my body when Ben pulls away, “Not yet baby.” He smiles with a wicked gleam, before his mouth is on mine swirling around with the most refreshingly minty taste. He jerks away, and quickly buries his head right there and I start to throb, hard. He slips a finger inside me, and a moan escapes my lips. I grab the sheets as my body begins to climax, my legs tremble and everything blurs as my legs stiffen and I scream out his name. He pulls away with wide eyes, “Holy shit Megan you taste so