40. Willow
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Willow
“ O h my gosh, Ben,” I whisper, stunned by the beauty before me. More candles than I’ve ever seen in one room, in all shapes and sizes are on every surface, befriended by vases upon vases of freshly-cut sunflowers. Extra chairs have been brought in as additional surfaces. Candles even line the floor’s perimeter in square, stable glass. The bed is covered in yellow sunflower petals, two sunflowers placed on the pillows, one atop the other. A glow from the adjoining bathroom makes me walk forward to see more petals all over the tile floor, candles and vases everywhere they can fit.
I turn to find Ben watching me, with love in his eyes. “Will you move in with me? With us?”
My hand flutters to my heart. “Really?”
“I spoke to Jonny today. ”
“What did he say?”
“That I was lucky.” Ben takes me into his arms. “And I am. So… will you?”
My heart is so full I can hardly breathe. “I’d love to move in with you. With you both.”
He places my hand over his heart. “You already live right here.”
I close my eyes, head tilting up for a kiss. The distance between our bodies disappears and I’m pressed against him, held by strong arms, the pressure of his traveling hands firm, possessive. The desire I felt on the drive over is pulling at me, but I let him lead. I want him to. And I allow the sensuous pleasure to consume me as he kisses along my collar bone, fingers exploring my back and separating to take possession of my ass, mashing my body against his as he growls in my ear, “I love you.”
He slides the straps down from my dress, frees me from my bra, and takes one breast in his mouth, kissing and sucking it, toying with it, then the other.
I moan, “I love you, too.”
“Say it louder.”
“I love you!”
He drops to his knees, slides my dress down my hips, tugs pink lace panties out of the way, and licks the cleft of my secret sex. I moan, “Just like that.”
He tugs the panties down so that I step out of both them and my dress. He grabs my ass with both hands, slides one hand down to my thigh, lifts it and places my foot on the bed frame to give him access. The heat from the candles is nothing compared to what he inspires in me with his tongue. Ben licks and sucks me, massaging my folds, the sensitive skin around my mouth that hides the cave, my soft hair giving way to his fingers. He separates the secret mouth of me, finds my clit again, and massages it with his forefinger, working little circles that barely touch me. So sensitive. His tongue replaces his finger, and he smashes his mouth to my pussy, lapping me up as more fire lights my core. “I love you so much,” I moan. Ben groans into my secret skin, gently flicking me with his tongue intermittently while I go wild, the orgasm heavy and lasting.
I’ve lost the ability to stand, and he lifts and lays me on the bed, mounting me and making love to me while I kiss him and whisper how happy I am, into his ear. “Fuck me harder,” I moan. His girth has me filled. The slippery in-and-out of his thrusts makes me a panting, hip-rocking mess.
I cry out as Ben pulls out, “No, don’t leave!”
“Why not?” he teases.
“I need you.”
He lifts me, kneels on the bed, grabs me and plants me on his cock, legs straddling him. He waits, looking at me, voice guttural. “Beg, baby girl.” My pussy contracts around his length and he closes his eyes but doesn’t move. “Beg me or I’ll just sit here with you wrapped around my cock.”
“This isn’t bad.”
He laughs, “Moving is better.”
I grin, “Fuck me? ”
He gives one thrust to tease me. “Mean it.”
I lick his tongue, pulling back with heat in my eyes, “Fuck me! Please, please, PLEASE fuck me as hard as you can!”
His eyes darken with lust and Ben starts thrusting his hips, slippery rock-hard cock sliding in and out of me, my body lifted up and down by his strength. Rocked. Circled. Pounded. He keeps switching it up and I look down to the veins of his shaft disappearing in me again and again. He groans at my watching. I crash a kiss into my Ben and we cum together. Embraced.
In harmony.
Completely.
Totally.
In love.
Lying on petals together, we cuddle, and I play with one of the sunflowers that had been on our pillows. “ Our pillows,” I say aloud. “ Our room.”
“ Our new furniture.”
“Well, it’s been a number of months now.”
“Not with you living here. They’re new in a whole new way.” He traces my profile with his forefinger and leans back, closing his eyes. “I want to redecorate the whole downstairs and make it our own.”
“Kitchen first,” I smile.
He laughs with all of himself. “Yeah, that’s gotta go. It came with the place. But the towels were found at a thrift store. ”
“I love a good thrift store shopping spree,” I confess. “Let’s start there since it’s a lot to replace.”
From the corner of his smiling eyes, Ben looks at me. “Frugal, or do you think I can’t afford it?”
“I have no idea what your financials are, but I know you have alimony, and it would be nice to travel in the future, and I’m not making that much — most of my payment was in room and board and food — so frugal…yes. However! I love a good treasure hunt in thrift stores. It’s the best place to find antiques for a song, and this place would look so good with them. Like they have at Sunflower. A mixture of new with old, you know?”
“I love it,” Ben exhales. “Sounds like fun. And believe it or not, Jonny likes to go to them, too. Oh, I didn’t tell you why he said I was lucky.”
“Because you found someone you love?”
“Nope. He wishes Mary could live with him.”
I rise up on my elbow, breasts falling under gravity’s power. “What? That’s so…adult!”
“He’s a Cocker.”
“What does that mean? Are you trying to say he’s thinking about sex? No, he probably just wants her here to play video games into the late hour.”
“He hardly plays video games.”
“Okay,” I laugh, “…stop! Ben, let me just put it out there: you’re going to be the one to have the birds-and-bees talk. I’m drawing the line.”
My love laughs, voice deep as he rolls over onto me, takes the flower from my hand and places it on the nightstand with the other, “Okay, Beautiful. I’ll take care of that. But let me give you a lesson in the subject. So I can remember what not to tell him.”
I laugh, and push Ben off me, or try to. But I’m not really trying, am I? No, because this is right where I want to be…for always.
Forever.