20. Giselle #4
Even if that was too much to ask, at least I was still being truthful with Ben.
“I want that too.”
And then Ben picked me up off my feet with one arm, and I wrapped my legs around him just as I had fantasized about before. I marveled over the reminder of how strong he was as he reached behind me with his free hand, opening the garage door and heading straight towards the stairs.
I didn’t want to block his vision by trying to lock lips with him, so I kissed my way down the side of his chiseled jaw to his neck, adding little nips and sucks as we ascended.
When I hit a particular spot, Ben’s knees almost buckled, jolting the both of us.
“ Don’t! ” he said sharply, but it seemed more out of shock than anger. I froze, scared I’d done something wrong, something that went past his boundaries. A ragged chuckle from Ben soothed me, however, especially with the way it reverberated through my body. “Sorry, just a sensitive spot.”
“For you or for shifters?” I managed to ask, and I was a bit shocked that I could still articulate anything coherently. My head was heavy with desire and lust, and the rest of my body simmered in anticipation for more .
“Shifters. It’s called a mating gland. We bite it when we want to seal a union. Like a wedding ring, but more.”
“You called me your mate.”
“I did.” Reality seemed to dampen the moment a little, and I cursed myself for bringing down the mood. Sometimes I was a bit too much of a teacher. “I don’t know why I said it, but in the moment it felt right.”
“It’s okay,” I soothed. “I’m not expecting a ring or anything like that. It’s just good to know that’s something you could want. Not too long ago, you weren’t sure if you could ever have a relationship.”
“I’m still not completely sure, Giselle.
I have to be honest with you. Sometimes, when I close my eyes, I still feel like I’m abandoning my wife and looking for a happily ever after I don’t deserve.
But being with you these past weeks, and seeing you blend so seamlessly into a life I’d lost my connection to…
that showed me that maybe it’s time I stopped living in fear and gave myself the same grace my kids do. That Natalie does.”
I pressed my lips to one of his cheeks, then the other, then the tip of his nose, then his chin. “You deserve the world, Ben. I’ve just been waiting for you to realize it.”
“I still don’t understand how you can see me the way you do, but I’ve learned that I really should trust you. And this is me, trusting you.”
“Thank you.” Some part of me wanted to give a dramatic speech, but no other words were necessary. Ben seemed to feel the same way, since he continued the journey to his bedroom and set me down on his large, soft mattress.
I sank in slightly, but was able to steady myself when Ben knelt in front of me. This way we were nearly face-to-face.
He kissed me again, harder. More demanding. He was always so gracious, it was a special thrill to have his more dominant side take over. This was the alpha he hadn’t allowed himself to be for so long, and I loved it. Not because it made me feel small or weak, but because it made me feel powerful.
“God, I’ve wanted you so bad,” he practically breathed into my skin, a desperation in his words that made me even wetter. “Wanted to feel you, taste you, see what it’s like when you forget about all those responsibilities of yours and just feel. ”
His strong, broad hands went down to my ankles. His touch was featherlight, and yet it sent something akin to lightning up my legs.
He paused, searching my eyes for permission, and I nodded for all I was worth. I wasn’t embarrassed about my eagerness. I did truly want him with all I had. Ben would take care of me. I was safe in his hands, even if I wanted those hands to ravage me. To grip. Maybe even bruise.
Ben’s hands continued their slow, torturous slide upward, kissing me once more, swallowing down my moan.
My hands were all over him, gripping his shoulders, running through his thick hair, nails raking across where I could reach on his back.
It was all primal and unfettered in a way I rarely allowed myself to be.
Higher, higher, until one of his hands gripped my thigh like a lifeline and the other rested right over my center. I desperately wanted those fingers to slide inside me, fill me exquisitely. But Ben wasn’t one to rush, not even when I could feel his canines begin to push harder into my own lips.
“Do you want this?” he asked, voice more visceral than verbal, and I breathed my consent into him, gripping him like he was the last thing keeping me on Earth. And who knew, he just might have been.
But he was also sending me hurtling into the stratosphere as his large, rough fingers barely brushed against the silky fabric of my underwear. Although I’d never in a million years thought the day would end up like it was, I had worn a matching set of lingerie to boost my confidence.
Present Giselle owed Past Giselle a big thank you, that was for sure. I was going to need to treat myself to a reward. But later, because right now it seemed like Ben was about to give me a reward.
Fuck.
Time passed agonizingly slowly as he deliberately, tenderly moved my underwear to the side and slid his fingers along me.
“Already so wet for me,” he rumbled, and this time it was his turn to kiss his way down the side of my face and down my neck. I noticed he purposefully avoided the area that had caused him to nearly fall over, and I tucked that into the back of my mind for another day.
Another day ? I was getting ahead of myself. All I needed to worry about was how he was working me over right now . Drowning me in pleasure in the best way.
“Wanted you for so long.”
“I know, baby, I know. But now you have me. You’ve been so patient, haven’t you?”
I whimpered my assent as his fingers continued their movements, spreading my slickness without ever giving me too much.
My clit was aching for direct contact, for him to circle those deliciously large fingertips around it and give me some relief. My hips lifted of their own accord, and Ben chuckled.
“Tell me what you want.”
“You!”
He rumbled a laugh that moved through my cells like a little jolt of electricity, heightening every sensation that much more.
“Come now, Giselle, I know you can do better than that. Tell me what you want.”
“I want… I want…” Finally, I managed to get my brain right side up enough to answer. “I want your fingers in me.”
“Good girl,” he said, and fuck, if that didn’t set fire to what little sane part was left of me. “You deserve everything you want.”
And then one of his fingers circled my clit. Closer. Closer. Closer until finally it moved over that tightly wound bundle of nerves, and I nearly bucked off the bed. Just one touch, and I was already so consumed by it.
I didn’t know whether to flop backward, utterly boneless, or cling to Ben, so I was locked somewhere between the two urges. My instincts didn’t know which direction to go, only that with each pass of that single digit, I was beginning to hurtle towards something truly wonderful.
And then, finally, his fingers slid into me.
Oh!
Oh fuck!
It was just one finger, and yet it already felt like too much, gliding against spots in me that spasmed at the touch. I was more of a vibrator girl than a dildo enthusiast, so I couldn’t even remember the last time I’d had the chance to feel full.
Would I be able to handle him if I was already feeling a slight stretch?
There was only one way to find out.
One finger became two, curling inside me to brush against something that made me see stars, and his thumb came forward, taking over the position on my clit.
It was a maelstrom of contradictions. He was so gentle, so sweet, but the filthy things he whispered to me rocked my mind almost violently. I was caught up in everything he was doing to me, and I felt that intense wave already barreling toward me.
But that was impossible! Even with my various toys, it still took me anywhere from fifteen to thirty minutes to climax, and I was intimately familiar with myself.
Ben’s other hand slid up my body to cup my breasts. He sank his teeth into my shoulder right as he added a third finger and curled them again.
The world blinked out, then suddenly white-hot, blinding pleasure coursed through me. There was nothing and everything all at once, as if every single molecule of my body was experiencing its own personal ecstasy.
“Ben, Ben, Ben! ” I gasped, my body curling around him as every muscle strained.
It was so intense. It should have hurt, but instead it was liberating. I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t speak, could only hold on until the deluge released me.
And when it did, I collapsed back on the bed, Ben’s fingers still inside me as he pressed a kissed to my sternum.
He let me settle and come back to reality before he spoke.
It was a rush of so much pleasure swirling higher and higher, dampening out all else.
There was only Ben. Only me. And only what we shared together.
“I think we’re a bit overdressed for the occasion,” he murmured, and I wholeheartedly agreed.
I tugged at his shirt impatiently, wanting to see more of him. My fingers still felt thick and my arms heavy from the orgasm. Little aftershocks zipped through my body with every breath.
“Eager, aren’t you?”
“For you? Always.”
I was entirely swept up in the moment, but I didn’t miss the flicker of uncertainty on his face.
“Are you okay?” I asked, caressing his cheek. “Do you want to stop?”
“No,” he said adamantly. “I just need a moment to… to collect myself.”
“I understand.” And I did. What we were doing was amazing. Thrilling. But it was also a huge step into what he’d been denying himself for so long. “Here, why don’t you lie down and let me take the lead for a little bit?”