Chapter 24 #3
He leans in, pressing his soft lips against mine.
I let out a soft, excited moan. His lips move gently with mine.
I kiss him with everything I’ve got. My hand finds his cheek, pulling him in.
He angles his body to let me come closer.
Our first kiss wasn’t like this. This kiss is the answer I’ve been looking for.
He wants me. I want him. I really, really do.
He places his hand on my neck, and it’s not gentle anymore. His mouth is hungrier with each movement. His face is recently shaved, so I slide my hand over his cheek, keeping my touch gentle. He pulls me closer, and I climb on top of his lap.
He opens his mouth and laughs. I drink it in, licking his bottom lip.
“Lucy,” he whispers, using his hands to run his fingers on my exposed lower back. A shiver crawls up my spine as I arch into him. He stops laughing when I feel his growing cock beneath me.
I kiss him again, silencing whatever he was about to say. His fingers crawl up my bare skin. I press my chest against his, and he rolls his head back, laughing.
“Lucy, you’re driving me crazy, baby.”
“Yeah?” I ask, leaning in and swirling my tongue on his neck, and then lightly biting.
He makes a guttural sound that strikes straight to my core. I feel his dick press against me. His eyes are dark. His mouth is wet. His chest is rising and falling. His eyes find mine, and he’s looking at me the way I have not been looked at by anyone in my life.
“Lucy, I’ve been thinking about this since the moment I met you.”
“Really?” I tease.
He smiles. “I want to make sure you know that.”
I smile.
He grabs my face. “Fuck, you’re so beautiful.”
I look down, not knowing what to do with the compliment. “Are you still dying on the inside?” I tap his chest. “Internally?”
His smile widens. “The moment you stop kissing me, I will be.”
I lean in. “Well, then––” I peck his lips. He stares into my eyes and grabs my neck again. He kisses me back over and over again until our tongues tie, and I’m moaning against him.
We explore each other’s mouths for minutes. I didn’t know a mouth could do so many things, and he’s not holding back. He’ll focus on my bottom lip and then focus on our tongues. It’s all new discoveries that I start to feel lightheaded. My hands find the hem of his shirt and touch his stomach.
He chuckles again in my mouth. “Fuck. Your hands are soft.”
“And your abs are firm.”
“Don’t stop touching me,” he says, so my hands continue to feel him while our lips dance.
His hands have gotten bolder. They snake around my ribs, teasing right below my bra. I’m aching when his finger slips underneath and pulls at my nipple. I Camdenthe heavily into his mouth.
“Benson,” I whimper.
He kisses me deeply, removing his hand. I catch it with my arm. “Why did you stop?”
He looks at me, putting the loose strand of hair behind my ear. “Do you want to do this?”
I nod. “Do you?”
He nods, so I tug at his shirt. “Take this off.”
His t-shirt comes off, and my jaw drops to the floor.
I knew he was beautiful, but I hadn’t imagined what was under his shirt.
His shoulders are broad, his chest is defined, and there is a line of dark hair below his navel disappearing into his jeans.
He has a small scar on the left side of his ribcage about three inches long, faded, old.
“Are you okay?” he asks.
I realize I’m gawking. “Yeah. Sorry. I––”
He smirks. “Look as long as you want, babe.”
I look at him once more, and then I reach for my shirt and pull it over my head.
I drop it on the floor next to his. His eyes twinkle as he looks down.
I readjusted my cotton bra since his finger slid it up, and I’m self-conscious that I’m not as ripped as he is.
Under my jeans are stretch marks on my hips.
I have a small mole on the left side of my ribcage.
But it all rushes out of my head when his hands find my waist, and he kisses me again. I melt into him this time because his bare chest presses against me. I fall under a dizzy spell when his lips trail down the side of my face, to my neck, and then my chest.
“Oh, God,” I moan. He’s using his tongue in some places, and then in others, he’s sucking my skin into his mouth. My jeans press against my pussy, making me rock my hips.
He kisses my cleavage gently, and my skin feels searing hot. Or maybe that’s his lips. I don’t know, but I let my head fall back, arching my back, pressing my cleavage into his face. He licks them, and I moan.
“Take this off,” he says, Camdenthless. He reaches for the clip but fails to remove it. I push my hair to the side and angle my arms to take it off.
“Here,” I mutter, pulling it free. My Camdensts fall from the bra, and a dark gaze takes over his eyes.
“Baby,” he whispers, looking at them and then at me.
He uses two hands to grab them. He starts massaging them, rubbing my nipples between his fingers.
I’ve never had my Camdensts played with before, and it dives straight to my core.
He catches my lips, kissing me again with such force.
I start swaying my hips against him, and he whimpers in my mouth.
“If you keep doing that, babe, I’m going to come.” His lips are off mine and in an instant, he’s flipping me onto my back.
I gasp from the feeling of falling, and then I’m pulling his hair because his hot mouth is on my nipples, sucking so hard that I think I’m about to orgasm.
“Benson!” I whimper.
He presses his hard cock against my thigh and switches to the other boob.
I gasp, lifting my hips. “Aw, fuck,” I mutter.
“Aw, my God.” What he’s doing with his lips isn’t okay.
He’s sucking my nipple so hard that my core is begging for him.
I need him right now. I reach for his pants as he takes my entire Camdenst in his mouth.
I pull his zipper down, and then he sits up.
“Baby,” he chuckles.
The desire is ripping through me right now, dazing me from anything rational.
I don’t waste a second. I don’t want to hear what he’s about to say, so I pull his pants down just enough as I kiss his lower abs.
No, I make out with his lower abs. His V-line is insanely hot.
I pull his pants down but leave his briefs up.
I catch a glimpse of what’s bulging beneath it, and a new thrill jolts through my body.
“May I?” I ask, not wanting to assume.
He grabs my chin, forcing me to look up at him. He kisses me, and I’m ready as ready could ever be. His sister can send me to the depths of hell for doing this, but I don’t care. All I care about is this man and how much we like each other.
He lays me down beneath him and kisses his way down my body slowly. He bites the top of my jeans and says, “Can I take these off?”
I nod.
He unbuttons them, keeping his eyes on mine. Then he looks down. “Pink?”
I smile awkwardly. I hadn’t considered he’d be seeing my pink underwear tonight, but here we are. He glides the jeans down my legs, pulling them off each leg. Then he folds them and puts them on his desk.
“Your turn,” I say, feeling my boobs jiggle as I sit up and reach for his pants.
He steps off the bed and lets me pull them down.
His raging hard-on is right in front of my face, and it takes all of my willpower not to reach out and put it in my mouth.
I grab his pants, fold them, and place them right next to mine.
Now we’re standing across from each other.
His eyes keep trailing down my body, and mine keep looking at his long legs and beautiful abs.
“We don’t have to have sex,” he whispers, stepping closer to me. “That wasn’t my plan for tonight.”
“It wasn’t mine either,” I say, rubbing his side with my fingertips. “Hence the pink underwear.”
“They’re hot,” he reassures me, touching the waistband. My brain malfunctions when he keeps doing it. He leans his head against mine. “Do you want to wait?”
“Wait?” I repeat.
“Yeah. We have time.”
I consider this. The reality is that we do, and he’s being so sincere and considerate that my chest aches. “Do you want to wait?” I ask, debating whether or not he’s projecting or simply being polite.
He pulls back, looks me in the eye, and says, “Let’s both answer the question on the count of three.”
“Wait, you mean answer the question if I want to wait?”
He nods. “And I’ll reveal my answer.”
I smile. “Okay.”
“One. Two. Three.” We count together, and by three, we’re both shaking our heads.
I laugh, falling in his arms. “Were you about to nod?”
He laughs, grabbing my face to kiss me. I go from laughing to kissing in less than a second.
His dick presses against my stomach, and we reach for the bed.
I can’t explain how nice it is to know we’re on the same page.
Most men just keep the pace going to get what they want.
I fall underneath him and let him gently thrust against me.
I whimper in his mouth, unable to contain my excitement for what’s to come.
He does it again, and I make the same sound.
I reach between us and seek permission to slip under his boxers. He takes them off completely, and my mouth goes dry. He’s shaved and ready.
“Oh my god,” I whisper quietly to myself. I wrap my fingers around his hard cock and stroke.
He presses his forehead against me and takes a short Camdenth. “Lucy,” he says. I tug again, pressing harder. Precum leaves his tip, and I know I’m in for it. “Baby,” he Camdenthes. “I need you to take yours off now.”
I stroke him a few more times and ask, “Do you have a condom?”
He nods, reaching over to grab it. I release him and take off my underwear. I haven’t shaved since last week because I don’t like getting razor bumps from shaving too much. He glances down at me and rips open the condom with steady fingers.
“I don’t want to freak you out, babe,” he says.