6. Chapter 6
Chapter 6
Emory
Today has been perfect. We've stayed in reading the emails, talking, kissing. Oh, my word, the man can kiss, and his hands are everywhere enjoying my body—something I assumed nobody would love. Especially someone like him. He could have anybody he wants, but he's choosing me. I resigned myself to the fact that I wasn’t going to fall madly in love with my fiancé, and that it will take time for love to grow. I was happy with liking him, because in the emails, I genuinely did like him. He could easily become my friend and I hoped love would grow from there.
Now, it's crazy, because there’s no time for love to come; it’s already here. The moment I saw him, it’s like my mind short- circuited, and the more time I spend with him and get to know him, the more I fall in love. I want to pinch myself because this doesn’t happen to girls like me. In my romance novels, yes, it happens all the time, but here, now, in reality, it doesn’t. But I'm not going to look too hard into it, I’m going to accept it as a gift from my grandma. Her way of looking out for me from beyond.
It's just before dinner, and we're on the couch. I caught up on his emails, and now he reads one and we talk out his response. It’s an intoxicating way to learn about somebody, and I’m all here for it. It forms a deeper intimacy, something I craved my whole life, and to find it with this man feels like a dream.
My socked feet are in his lap. He’s rubbing them as he catches his breath, and I watch him lick his lips. I’ve been waiting for him to get to the fantasy email, and since our last discussion, I’m well aware he’s reading the most embarrassing email to ever exist. My cheeks are warm, and I try not to squirm. When writing this email, I had gotten a little carried away, but at this point we hadn't shared pictures, I had confessed I was of the curvier variety, so I didn’t try to mislead him, or is it his mother. Damn, it’s all confusing.
But we'd been talking for several weeks, or at least I thought we were. He wasn’t a stranger to me, and I became comfortable with talking about my fantasies, but now I'm mortified that his mom read all about how I want to be blindfolded, spanked, and ravaged against a tree. Not necessarily all at the same time, but things I want to try. And that is only the tip of the iceberg. I also confessed to being a twenty-five-year-old virgin.
Ben's gaze narrows and his nostrils flare. He moves in his seat while keeping his hold on my foot. He slams his laptop closed and places it on the coffee table, and slowly looks up at my body like I'm something he can't wait to eat.
"Those are quite some fantasies for a virgin, sweetheart. And it’s not the season for a rainstorm, but as soon as one comes our way, I’ll make it happen." A big smirk peaks out from behind his beard and my stomach flutters.
I shrug and fiddle with the bottom of my shirt, trying to be all nonchalant, even though I’m shaking on the inside. "I love to read."
Ben massages my foot as his lustful gaze takes in every inch of me. I moan as he puts the perfect amount of pressure in the arch of my foot.
"Don't worry, sweetheart, we'll do all of them, but first I'm going to taste you."
My eyes feel like they're going to pop out and I squeak as he grabs both legs and tugs me flat on my back on the couch. He hovers over me, kissing me like the world is on fire.
His hands roam over my body, and he kisses down my neck, then lifting his head up, he asks, "Do you want this?"
I can't get the word out fast enough. "Yes."
"Do you want me?"
There's vulnerability in his voice, making my heart ache for him.
I cup his face, and his beard is soft against my palms. Before finding out the truth, I made my mind up—marrying Ben was a yes. Now, getting to know him, it’s an absolute, resounding yes. This man is for me, the only question that sticks out is why he wants me, because I'm getting the better end of this deal.
“More than anything. But…”
He stops his roaming hands and tips his head to the side. “But what, sweetheart?”
“Why?”
“Why what?”
“Why do you want me?”
Ben looks puzzled. He stops hovering over me and gently puts his weight on top of me, even though he uses his forearm to hold most of his weight off me. “Why the fuck wouldn’t I want you? You’re beautiful, smart, kind, and funny. I love everything there is about you.”
I gasp. “Love?”
His gaze softens and he gives me the most devastating smile I’ve ever seen. I suck in my breath as I can’t help but think when this man smiles, he’s pure gorgeousness. I don’t know if I want him smiling outside of this cabin because women will not only be flocking toward him but breaking down the damn door.
“It’s fast, I know. But it’s true, and I’m not going to question any of it. I love you.”
I suck in my breath and struggle not to cry, because I didn’t expect love. I accepted the marriage, just so I won’t be alone, but it doesn’t mean I hadn’t fallen in love with him. “I love you too.”
He doesn’t waste a moment; he kisses me and starts rolling his hips against me. “You feel that, sweetheart? That’s what you do to me. From the moment I set eyes on you, you’ve been torturing me.”
“I’ve been torturing you. You opened the damn door without a shirt on. I thought I was going to have a stroke with ruined panties.”
Ben laughs and continues his way down, cupping my breasts, lifting my shirt and kissing my soft stomach. He pulls my leggings and ruined panties down.
“Hmmm, they are ruined. I better clean up this mess.” Without warning, his tongue swipes along my slit and I moan. My heart beats in my chest and he swirls his tongue around my clit. I gasp.
“Oh wow. That feels so good.”
He doesn’t stop, his tongue dips into my core as I clutch onto his hair. He feasts away and I shatter beneath him as a large scream falls from my lips. Before I can come down, Ben is above me, kissing me. I taste myself upon his lips. I’ve read about this and wondered whether I’d like it or not.
It’s so hot.
Ben undoes his jeans and pulls himself out, lining himself at my entrance. “You’re mine now, Emory. You belong to me.”
I nod and gasp out, “Yes.”
“I’m clean. I haven’t been with anybody in years.”
“I’m not on birth control.”
He smiles. “Good. You okay with that?” He lifts his brow in question.
I grin. A family is all I want; all I’ve ever wanted. “Yes.”
He doesn’t wait any longer, slowly pushing inside me. It feels good but different. He’s big, and for once I’m small somewhere. Working his way in further, I stiffen as the tightness is uncomfortable. Ben holds still and kisses me, dropping his hand and working my clit. The kissing and his touch is distracting, getting me more aroused and wetter for him, which I didn’t think possible.
I shift my hips as a signal to move forward and Ben is already in sync with me. He pushes in when a pinch surprises me, he stops. “No, keep going. I need you inside me.” I can handle the bit of pain, but I can’t wait any longer to fully belong to him.
He continues and stops as he’s all the way in. “Fuck, sweetheart, you have the tightest pussy and it’s so good.” His breathing is heavy, and he stays still for me to get accustomed to his size. He moves his hand to my shirt, lifting it over my chest to my neck. He pulls down one bra cup and sucks my nipple into his mouth.
I groan and move, causing him to moan as well. He drops his hand to my clit again and works it over while he remains sucking on my nipple. Madness overtakes me and I thrust up, pleasure coiling along my spine.
Ben pops his mouth off my tit and leans back, gazing down at me. He pulls back and pushes in slowly.
“Hold your shirt up, baby, let me see those tits bounce.” I do what he says and pull my other breast out of my bra.
Still moving slowly, I’m panting as I want more. “More, Ben, I need more.”
He moves faster and I work to meet his thrusts. “Faster. I’m close.” Without any more pleading, he does as I ask. He’s fucking me hard and fast into the couch.
“Damn. I love your tits, sweetheart. Look at them bouncing around. You’re so damn beautiful.”
“I’m close. I’m so close.”
“Let it go, baby. Give it to me. Come all over my dick.” He moves his weight to his left hand, maintaining his pace, and lowers his right hand to my clit, swirling once. I’m convulsing around his cock, milking him with everything I have as I want his cum inside me.
“Fuck, yeah, sweetheart. Just like that.” He thrusts several more times, then hot cum spurts inside of me, filling me up, and I collapse onto the couch with Ben straining above me before slowly dropping himself to my side.
We both pause to catch our breath.
“Whoa. When can we do that again? And preferably with you all naked,” I ask, because I’m going to need more of that soon.
Ben chuckles and kisses my temple. “Baby, give me a little time to recover. I’m not a young buck anymore.”
“Oh, nonsense, you’re young enough for me.”
The crow’s feet at his eyes twinkle at me as he winks. “You’re good for my ego.”
“Only telling the truth.”
He laughs. “I love you.”
I sigh and curl into his warmth and can’t believe I just lost my virginity to this sexy mountain god. “I love you too. I can’t wait to be your wife.”
“Soon, sweetheart. Very soon.”