14. SOFIA
14
SOFIA
I stared at Ben, chest heaving. His eyes were the color of molten chocolate, dark and deep, and I tried desperately to hold on to all the reasons this couldn’t happen.
He was my boss.
I was too drawn to him.
This would affect my career.
My body ached for him and a small voice at the back of my mind screamed at me.
You’re pretending to be married.
He wants you.
You want him.
Damn it, where was logic when I needed it?
When he’d kissed me, it had been like electricity rocking my body, his touch branding my skin. We were caught in a moment where time stood still…
And then I stepped forward and grabbed his face, pressing my lips against his.
He wrapped his arms around my body, tongue sliding into my mouth. One hand went up to my hair, and he grabbed a handful, holding tight enough that I moaned but not so tight that it hurt.
His other hand went to my ass. He grinded his hips against me, his erection rock hard and ready for me, and I moaned again.
He kissed me urgently, swallowing my moans, and when he pulled away, we were both breathless. We stared at each other, chests rising and falling.
“Ben,” I breathed.
He answered me with another kiss, driving me backward until my back was against the wall. He pinned me with his body, and his hand slid under my shirt, cupping my breast. His fingers were hot through the lace of my bra, and my nipple pebbled.
I arched my back and pressed myself against his hand, wanting him to do more.
He nibbled at my bottom lip and worked my shirt up, slowly, teasingly.
I moaned and kissed him hard before I lifted my arms, letting him pull off my shirt.
When I was in my bra, Ben stared at me. He traced a line on the delicate skin just above the cup of my bra before he peeled it down and massaged my breast, tweaking my hardened nipple until I gasped and moaned.
I grabbed the hem of his shirt and tugged it over his head. I ran my hands over his chest, marveling at the dark ink stretched over muscles that flexed underneath.
He grinned at me and grabbed the waistband of my pants. He undid the button and the zipper and then eased them down over my hips.
I wore a thong, and when he glanced up at me, his face riddled with pure hunger, I blushed.
He ran a finger over my hip, just above the waistband of the thong. “Sofia,” he whispered, voice husky. “You’re gorgeous.”
I was wearing only my bra and my panties, and he stared at me like he wanted to eat me.
God, I wanted him to eat me.
Heat coiled in my belly, spreading outward. Ben leaned his naked chest against my breasts, his hands sliding behind my back, and he undid the bra without a hitch.
Ben pushed the straps of my bra down, baring my breasts, tossing the bra aside, leaning down, taking a nipple into his mouth. He sucked hard, his tongue teasing the bud, and I moaned, pressing my back against the wall and pushing my chest out.
Ben switched sides and gave the other nipple the same treatment. His hands went to my hips and he pushed his forward, grinding his erection against my pelvis.
I moaned, feeling him against my skin, and when his fingers slipped inside the waistband of my panties and slipped between my folds, a shiver of pure need rippled over my body.
He pulled the panties down, leaving me completely naked, and then he kneeled in front of me.
Ben’s hands slid around my legs, pushing them apart. He kissed the inside of my thigh, nipping and licking his way up until his mouth was against my sex.
My legs quivered, my breath caught in my throat, and Ben teased my clit with his tongue, flicking back and forth.
I groaned, gripping his shoulders, and he pressed a finger against my opening. He slid it inside me, stroking in and out as he sucked on my clit, turning me into a puddle of lust.
It wasn’t long before I gasped for breath, my body trembling as I came closer and closer to the edge.
Ben licked and sucked my clit, sliding another finger into me, upping his pace, and I couldn’t hold it anymore. He pushed me over the edge, and I cried out when waves of pleasure washed over me.
I moaned and shuddered, the orgasm hitting me hard; Ben kept his fingers moving inside me, drawing it out. The pleasure took my breath away, the orgasm reaching its peak, and then I slumped against the wall, gasping.
“Bedroom,” Ben groaned, working his way up my body, dragging his mouth over my body, leaving a trail of kisses in his wake. He pressed his lips against mine, and I tasted myself on him.
“Bedroom,” Ben murmured again, with his lips against mine.
I nodded, breathless.
We stumbled toward his room, kissing as we went as Ben tried to get out of his shoes, his pants, and finally his boxers as we reached his bed. His suite was identical to mine, with the king-sized bed in the middle. When we reached it, I pushed Ben onto it.
He was hard, slick from his need for me; I climbed onto his lap, straddling him. I didn’t want to get on him just yet.
I planted kisses on his chest, working my way down his muscles. They bunched as he clenched when I tickled him with my nails and my tongue. His body was incredible and I couldn’t get enough of him.
When I reached his groin, I wrapped my fingers around his shaft, and Ben groaned. He looked down at me, his eyes filled with heat.
“Fuck,” he whispered when I licked the head of his cock.
I slid him into my mouth, slowly, teasingly, and his eyes rolled back.
I bobbed my head up and down, sliding my mouth up and down his length. I swirled my tongue around his head, tasting his precum, and he groaned.
He grabbed the back of my head, and I sucked him hard. I wanted him to come, wanted to taste him, and I picked up my pace.
But just before he could tip over the edge, Ben groaned. “Sofia,” he murmured.
He wrapped his hands around my wrists and pulled me up. I climbed onto the bed, aching to have him inside me.
“Do you have a condom?” I asked.
“Shit. Yeah.” He reached for the nightstand and found a foil, ripping it open and making quick work of wrapping himself up. When he was ready, I straddled his hips again and grinded against his shaft. He let out a groan, and I leaned down, my hair hanging onto his chest.
Ben’s eyes were dark when they locked onto mine. His hands went to my hips, gripping tightly, and I leaned forward, pressing my breasts against his chest as I kissed him hard.
He lifted his hips, pressing his erection against my clit, and I shivered.
I reached down, grabbing his cock, and I sank down, taking him in.
Ben was thick and hard, and he stretched me. I gasped at his size and shifted as he buried himself inside me.
“Oh, fuck,” Ben groaned when I began rocking my hips, riding him.
“Yes,” I moaned.
I set the pace, moving faster and faster, rocking. Ben gripped my hips, thrusting into me, matching my movements, and soon, our bodies moved in unison, chasing an orgasm.
The bed groaned, and the mattress springs squeaked, and sweat slicked our skin.
Ben slid a hand down and found my clit. He massaged me, sending shock waves through my body.
“Oh, yes,” I gasped, increasing my speed.
Ben matched me, thrusting his hips, and he groaned. “Sofia,” he growled.
He thrust into me, his movements erratic, and I gasped for breath. My orgasm crashed into me, sending my body into waves of ecstasy.
I cried out and collapsed forward as pure pleasure riddled my body, making it hard to hold myself up, to think straight.
When I lay down on Ben’s chest, the orgasm still rippling through me, Ben rolled us over so that I was on the mattress, and his large body pinned me.
I breathed hard. Ben stroked my hair out of my face before he took my chin between his thumb and forefinger, kissing me. His tongue slid into my mouth, and he let go of my chin, finding my hand. He slid my hand up onto the pillow and intertwined our fingers for a moment, kissing me sensually, before he let go of my hand and gripped my wrist tightly. When he took my other hand and held both wrists in one large hand, I moaned.
His cock was still inside me, and he pressed my hip down with his other hand and started sliding in and out.
I let out a gasp, the sensation overwhelming. I had just orgasmed and my body was still sensitive and Ben’s movements were slow but powerful.
He grunted and moaned, picking up his pace. He leaned his body over mine and kissed me as he fucked me.
He bucked his hips into me faster and harder, let go of my wrists, and planted his hand on the bed to keep himself steady. I wrapped my arms around his neck, my legs around his ass, and he pounded into me so that I cried out with every thrust, and my breasts jiggled against his chest.
Another orgasm was right on the edge, and after a few more thrusts, I let out a cry, and it crashed into me.
My body flooded with ecstasy. I arched my back, crying out as the orgasm ripped through me, and I shuddered and trembled.
“Oh, God,” I moaned, the orgasm taking over so that I was powerless and filled with pleasure.
Ben slowed down for only a moment, letting me catch my breath before he picked up the pace again. He seemed to switch gears, his strokes getting shorter, and he pumped into me. His face was riddled with concentration and need, and then he cried out, his eyes closing and his face contorting as his own orgasm hit him.
I felt the orgasm roll through him, his muscles clenching against me, his cock thick and hard and throbbing inside me.
“Fuck, Sofia,” he cried out, his thrusting slowing down, his orgasm ebbing.
When he opened his eyes, he was breathing hard, and so was I. We both lay panting, staring at each other.
He planted one more sensual kiss on my lips before he slid out of me.
“I’ll be right back,” he said.
He climbed off the bed and disappeared into the bathroom.
When he came back, he’d gotten rid of the condom, and he climbed onto the bed with me. He pulled me closer to him, and I let him put his arm around my shoulder. I rested my head on his chest, his heartbeat steady against my cheek, while my fingers traced the dark ink stretching over his neck and down across his chest.
“I should probably go,” I said softly.
I never stayed after sex.
“Not yet,” Ben murmured.
I glanced up at him.
“Where are you going to go, anyway?”
I wanted to argue with him, but I stayed. It was comfortable on his chest, and it wasn’t like I wouldn’t see him again later for dinner. Or tomorrow for breakfast.
Or for a casual date with Richard as a married couple.
Oh, right.
That.