Ben firmly places his keys into the ignition. He switches the car into reverse, and checks the rear-view mirror. He drapes his muscular arm across the back of my seat and glances over his shoulder before he starts to back up. I feel a tingling sensation spread all over my body, and I can’t resist him anymore. I am totally turned on by his shy and uncertain behavior and it makes me want him more than ever.
“Stop the car.” I shout.
Ben slams on the breaks.
“What is it?” he asks turning white.
“Park the car and turn it off.” I command.
Ben does exactly what I say, when something inside me snaps and climbs across the seat to straddle him. Both his hands find my hips as I passionately kiss him, smelling his intoxicatingly natural scent, mixed in with what I am guessing to be an SPF15. Ben moans and kisses me back running his hands up my back, and massaging his fingers through my hair.
“You scared me.” Ben pants pulling me into him, and kisses down my neck.
I groan, “I’m sorry. I just need you inside me right now.”
He lets out a chuckle and grabs onto my chin, forcing his lips back onto mine, “You can have me any way you want, babe.”
Even though we are completely cramped, and my back is pressed up against the steering wheel, I don’t care. Right now, I can’t get enough of him. He reaches around behind me and unclips my bra then yanks its out from under my shirt. His sucks on my bottom lip and whispers “Get in the back. Now.” and waits for me to scurry off his erection pressing through his shorts. Seconds later, we are like two high school kids making out in the back seat of a car that doesn’t belong to either of us.
His hands find the hem of my tank and he peels it off from my body. He tosses it to the front seat before his skillful hands caress my breasts. He pulls me on top of him and runs his tongue along each of my nipples and slips one into his mouth and whispers against my skin, “I could spend hours here; teasing, sucking and tasting you.”
I moan and run my hands down his chest and feel his perfect pecks mesh into his rippling abs. I can’t take it any more when I yank off his shirt from his body and press his hard warm skin against mine. Ben wraps me tightly in his arms and his lips are back on mine sucking at my mouth. He smiles at me with his eyes, and kicks off his shorts, “Flip over, I want a full view of that ass.”
I gulp. Wow. He is so sexy. My body tingles when I turn myself around. I quickly become thankful it is dark outside, because I know it is about to get R rated real fast. Then Ben pushes my skirt up to my hips, and in one swift motion enters me.
We take advantage of every square inch, and it is amazing what you can do in small and restricted spaces if you just use your imagination. I love every thrust, every moan and every dirty word that comes out of his mouth, until he abruptly stops and grunts, “I got to turn you around, I’m gonna explode if I keep on fucking you this way.” He flips me on my back and locks his eyes lock with mine then whispers, “You’re so beautiful. Everything about you is beautiful.” And slips back inside me.
His words make my heart feel like it is pounding out of my chest. About a million images flash through my mind of us over the years together. Like in high school, whenever his mother would let him drive their mini-van to school, I would always be the first person he would offer to pick up. Or in university, whenever we had an exam, he would never pass up the opportunity for us to study together. He would faithfully show up with two coffees, a bottle of Tylenol, and box of donuts in hand. Or how sometimes late at night he sends me good-night text messages that say things like, Sweet Dreams and Have Fun Counting Sheep.
Then I think about how every boyfriend I have ever had, whether it was Marco, Will or Donny, all at one point when we dated envied my relationship with Ben. I defended myself