Chapter 9 #2
Carefully, he turned her around so that she was now facing him, and he saw the way her breasts were almost spilling out of her bra. “Watch me,” he commanded in a quiet voice.
“Always.”
Under her searing gaze, he removed his clothes, the look of worry in her eyes quickly replaced by need. They were both just in their underwear, studying each other as if they couldn’t believe they were finally where they were supposed to be.
Clara took the initiative and climbed onto the bed until she rested against the headboard. Ben followed quickly, needing to have her close to him again.
Their mouths met in a hungry kiss. A kiss that left neither one of them with any doubt that this was what they wanted.
He trailed soft kisses along her jaw, down her neck. She squirmed and arched her body when he kissed the patch of skin beneath her ear. He made a mental note that that area was a spot to revisit. Ben continued on his exploration continuing to catalogue the areas that she liked.
He reached behind her to remove her bra, exposing her breasts. He groaned at the sight before bending to swirl his tongue around her areola, then sucking her nipple into his mouth. He massaged and plucked at her nipple on her other breast.
“God, Ben, that feels so good,” Clara moaned, and his cock pulsed against the restraint of the cotton of his boxer briefs.
As much as he wanted to sink into her, he controlled the urge and kissed his way down her belly, following the scalloped edge of her lacy thong. The scent of her arousal tempted him to sample her. Hooking his finger beneath the fine fabric, he eased it down her legs, flicking the material away.
Her pussy glistened, and he licked his lips, ready to get his first taste of her. It hit him that none of what they were doing was awkward. There was no fumbling. No little embarrassed laughs or covering of oneself. Clara lay open to him, her eyes heavy-lidded with desire.
Not able to wait a moment longer, he settled himself between her legs, and with one long swipe of her slick folds, he knew they’d crossed a line they could never come back from. And he had zero regrets. This was what he wanted more than breathing.
He paid attention to how she reacted when he sucked and nibbled on her clit. He welcomed the slight sting of pain as she pulled his hair when he inserted two fingers into her. Her hips lifted as he slowly pumped in and out of her as he ate her out.
His cock screamed for release, but he ignored his body’s urges, his attention totally on Clara and her pleasure. As he increased his pace, her thighs began to shake, her cries getting louder and louder. He loved hearing them. Loved knowing that he was making Clara lose her mind.
Ben sucked her clit hard, and her body tensed as her release coated his tongue. He lapped at her juices, enjoying her unique taste until her body relaxed and her fingers released their death grip on his hair.
Slowly, he kissed his way up until he was lying over her, his erection resting against her entrance. “You good?” he asked as he pressed a soft kiss into the crook of her neck, pleased when another shudder ripped through her.
“So good. I want more.” Her fingers trailed down his back until they reached his ass where she gave it a squeeze, and it almost set him over the edge.
Ben lifted away from her so that he could look into her eyes and give his body a chance to calm the fuck down. “More?”
“Yes. I need you inside me. Now.”
Damn, if she wanted to make him lose control, she was going the right way about it. He wanted to slam into her but he wouldn’t. “I didn’t know you could be so bossy,” he said instead.
“I know what I want,” she said, grinning impishly.
“I like it.” He gave her another long, languorous kiss, drawing out the final moment. He nipped at her lips before pulling away and getting off the bed.
“What? Where are you going?” A hint of distress laced Clara’s tone, something he didn’t want to hear at all.
He reached down, picked up his pants and pulled out his wallet. “Just getting this to grab some protection.”
He held up the condom that someone from work shoved in his hand at his bachelor party. On the night, Ben had put it in his wallet, having no idea why the guy gave it to him, but he was immensely grateful that he had, otherwise this wouldn’t be happening between him and Clara.
“Oh, well, I’m on the pill. If that makes any difference to you.” Clara looked adorably disheveled, and he wanted to dive back on that bed to be beside her.
He shook his head at her offer, though. “As much as I’d love to be bare inside of you, I also need to protect you.
Not from pregnancy, but from other things.
I haven’t slept with Fern for the last month.
She wanted our wedding night to be ‘special’, and we haven’t used condoms for a while.
I need to make sure I’m safe. I don’t know how long she’d been sleeping with the other guy. ”
Fuck, this was not the conversation he wanted to be having before he and Clara had sex for the first time, but it was one that needed to be had.
It didn’t matter that they were both naked and Clara had just had an orgasm, it was how they rolled.
It was how their relationship was—unconventional but worked for them.
Clara held out her hand and he took it. “Thank you for thinking of me. For protecting me.”
Ben sat on the bed next to her, brushing away some strands of brown hair that clung to her cheek. “I’ll always protect you.
God, this woman was so important to him, and they’d wasted so much time. Time they could’ve been together. But they were now, that was all that mattered.
He pressed a kiss to her lips before he rolled the condom on and lay back down next to her. The heat from their earlier encounter had cooled, but he was okay with that. Building up her arousal again was something he would do with pleasure.
Before he could touch her, Clara pressed her hands against his chest, forcing him onto his back, and she straddled him. His cock rested against her ass. Bossy Clara was back and he liked it.
“Now it’s my turn to torment you.” She took his nipple in her mouth and gave it a slight tug. Arrows of pleasures dove through him, tightening his balls. Her fingers trailed down his belly until they closed around his cock. He moaned as she stroked up and down his hard length.
There was no way he could take much more of this; he was ready to blow, and that was the last thing he wanted. If he was going to lose it, he was going to lose it buried deep inside of her.
Ben grabbed her hand, halting her exploration. “Much more of that and it will get embarrassing.”
She pouted but her blue eyes sparkled with mirth. “Can’t have that, can we?” She bent and pulled at his bottom lip with her teeth, before releasing it and swiping her tongue across the part she’d bitten.
He never would’ve thought Clara would be so bold in bed. This was another side of her, and he loved that she felt so comfortable to be like this with him.
Ben hooked an arm around her waist and turned her so she lay under him. Her hands clutched his shoulders and she looked at him, eyes soft and full of trust. Trust that he wouldn’t do anything to hurt her. And he wouldn’t.
They were perfectly aligned. Chest to chest. Thigh to thigh. Cock to pussy. They were made for each other and he knew, deep in his soul, when they joined it was going to be magical.
Once again, he captured her lips. He didn’t think he’d ever get tired of kissing her.
His body yearned to be inside of her. Yearned to fill her and have her heat surround him.
His heart was bursting with an abundance of feelings.
Ben reached between them and teased her clit, pleased to see that she was still wet from her earlier orgasm.
He’d drawn this moment out for far longer than he normally would. He wanted his and Clara’s first time to be special. To be one that they both wouldn’t forget.
“Now, Ben. Don’t make me wait any longer,” she pleaded, her fingers scraping down his chest.
“Look at me, Clarabelle. I want to watch you as I possess you.” Now he was the one who sounded possessive and demanding, but Clara met his gaze, desire burning brightly in her eyes.
He reached down and grabbed his cock, resting it against her pussy.
There was only ever going to be one first time between them, and he took a moment to soak it all in.
Clara smiled at him, a beautiful smile that took his breath away, and he slid into her, gritting his teeth as he fought to stop himself from thrusting with no finesse.
Her gasp filled his ears once he seated himself fully in her. Her hot, wet heat surrounded him.
“Ben, you feel so good,” she moaned and lifted her hips, encouraging him to move.
“So do you.”
He began to move in earnest, pulling out and then pushing back in.
Clara met him thrust for thrust. Her hands clutched his shoulders, her nails digging in, and he loved the sting of pain.
With Clara he was finding he liked a little pain, maybe it was because he felt safe with her.
Or maybe it was just Clara. He didn’t care, all he knew was he wanted more.
Trying to keep it slow was impossible, and soon he was pounding into her. Her moans of delight filled his ears and urged him on. His balls tingled, and he knew his release was coming, but he didn’t want to come without Clara.
Reaching between them, he found her clit and pressed down on it. She shuddered in response and tensed, a second later her climax ripped through her, her inner muscles clenching his cock hard, sending him over the edge. Their cries of release echoed around the room.
Ben clutched her close as he rolled over, not wanting to break their connection. Her hair flowed across his chest, and he loved the sight of it.
He had to ask himself again, why had it taken so long for them to do this?