Chapter 11 #2
“I’m not going to fuck you wearing your mom’s hairdo! There’s no chance in the world I’m doing that.”
He keeps laughing as I free my hair and comb out the waves with my fingers. I’d prefer to take off the wig entirely, but then I’d have to put it back on without a mirror, which doesn’t seem like a wise option.
Ben’s expression softens as he stares up at me. “Red or blond, you always look pretty with your hair loose like that.”
“Thank you,” I say after a swallow. “But seriously, Ben, you don’t need to sweet-talk me. I’m already planning to fuck you.”
“Well, I wasn’t sure. So I figured I better stack the deck in my favor.”
Shaking with both amusement and growing excitement, I lean down far enough to kiss him.
It’s every bit as good as yesterday. In fact, it’s even better because it’s not so out of the blue.
I’m really getting into it, rubbing my chest against his and sliding a hand down to feel his crotch, when he suddenly breaks the kiss and turns us over so I’m on my back and he’s on top of me.
“Hey!” I blink up at him. “What was that for?”
“That’s so you don’t start gettin’ the idea you’ll always be on top.”
I have no complaints about this arrangement. In fact, it’s thrilling to have his big body above me this way. But being me, I demand, “Why shouldn’t I be on top?”
“You can be. But maybe I wanna be on top sometimes too.”
“Huh. And you said you were easy?”
“I am easy. I can be beneath you, baby, or I can be on top. I can go slow and gentle or fuck you until your teeth rattle. I can make you scream and hold you close afterward. But I think it’s better to make it clear from the beginning that you don’t always gotta be on top.”
He’s teasing in his typical relaxed manner, but something about the words hits home. I gulp. A swell of feeling shudders inside me, filling my chest and my throat.
“You can take control if that’s what you want,” Ben adds, peering at me as if he’s not quite sure how I’m responding. “But you don’t always gotta. Not with me.”
I’m not sure I can speak, but I manage to nod. And then smile. And then pull his head down so I can kiss him.
I can’t even begin to express what a relief it is to hear this from him. How freeing it is. How much better it makes me feel.
Because sometimes it gets exhausting—to always have to make the decisions, to always hope they’re the right ones.
To always hope I’m not destroying other people’s lives with choices I make.
He’s too big or I’m too small for both our mouths and our groins to line up, so I have to rub myself against his abdomen as the kiss deepens. But he’s growing aroused too. That much is obvious. His hips have begun a rocking motion, and his body is getting hotter by the moment.
After a long time, he finally pulls out of the kiss so he can mouth his way down my neck. I tug on his hair and writhe beneath him, so aroused it’s making me greedy.
“You really don’t like bein’ patient, do you?” he murmurs against the skin at the base of my throat.
“You already know that about me.” My little skirt is hiked up around my hips, and I don’t even care.
I’ve got my legs wrapped around him tightly.
I’m still wearing my hiking boots, so I try not to dig in my heels.
“Now would you please move on. We don’t have all day, and I really want to come before we start walking again. ”
“Right. Good point. I’ll have to take my time another day.” He adjusts enough to feel between my legs, grinning as he discovers how wet I am.
“Don’t say it,” I warn.
“I’m not sayin’ a word. Except I underestimated your eagerness.”
“Oh, shut up!” I swat him on the shoulder and try not to laugh. “And since it seems like you might be so hard you’re about to burst out of your pants, you’re the last person who should talk about being eager.”
“Fair point.”
I should have known he’d be like this in bed. As warm and generous and good-hearted as he is in everything else.
My heart is filled with him as he lifts up and hurriedly undoes his jeans to pull out his erect cock. Then my body is filled with him as he stretches my thighs apart, moves my panties out of the way, and pushes himself in.
He holds himself up on straightened arms, his hands planted on either side of me, and he thrusts fast and steady. I bend my knees and shuffle my feet in the grass, trying to get the best leverage to rock up against his pushes.
“Fuck, baby,” he breathes out, staring down at me.
He’s having to arch his back slightly to maintain the position, but he doesn’t appear uncomfortable.
He’s fully into this. Alive and energized.
And completely focused on me. “You feel so good like this. You’re opening up so good to me. Lettin’ me in.”
His words shouldn’t evoke such a deep pleasure inside me, but they do. I feel proud. Proud. I don’t even know why. “I’m… I’m trying. Ben… Ben.” I have no idea what I’m trying to say. I’m hot and breathless and on my way to orgasm and utterly under his sway right now.
“That’s right,” he says. “You don’t gotta fight for it. I’m gonna take care of you. I’m gonna get you there.”
“Yes, yes, I need it.” If I ever babbled, it’s right now. “Get me there.”
He shifts his weight onto one arm so he can move his other, cupping my ass to adjust the angle of my hips slightly. Then he moves first one of my legs and then the other so they’re wrapped high around his waist.
The position stretches my ab muscles and lifts my ass all the way off the ground, leaving me weirdly helpless.
But I love it. It fills my head like too much wine. I make ridiculous high-pitched grunts as I grind my hips against his pumping.
“You’re still tryin’ to force it, baby. Just hold on to me and breathe.”
At a different time, I wouldn’t have appreciated being bossed this way, but his words are exactly what I need to hear. I tighten my legs around him. Take an intentional breath and blow it out.
“That’s right. Now you got it. You’re gonna come real hard.” He’s out of breath now, working hard and fast between my legs. “This is what you need. This is what you’ve needed for a real long time.”
I make a helpless sobbing sound as the truth of it hits me at exactly the same time as my climax. The sensations slam into me powerfully, radiating in deep waves from my pussy and outward, throbbing in my chest, in my head, and all the way to my fingers and toes.
I sob and shake as he talks me through the overwhelming pleasure, telling me how good I’m doing, how I’m letting go exactly right, how he’s been wanting to give me this, how he’s got me.
He’s got me.
My throat and pussy feel raw when the pleasure finally tapers off. I’m still shuddering and wheezing as I try to process what I just experienced.
But Ben hasn’t come yet. He’s fallen out of rhythm, grunting loud and animalistic as he pushes into me with tight jerks. Then he makes a loud bellow that’s almost pained as he yanks himself out and squeezes his cock to come all over my belly.
We both collapse on the grass afterward, side by side and facing each other. It’s several minutes before we’ve caught our breath and recovered the power of speech.
“Well,” I say at last, wiping some of the moisture off my face. Most of it is sweat, but some of it might be saliva. Or tears? I don’t even know.
“That’s one way to put it.” He reaches over to brush some of my messy hair off my face. “That really took it out of you, didn’t it?”
“Yeah, it did. But it looks like you’ve been through a war too.”
“Much better than a war. But I won’t say I didn’t have to work for it.” He rolls over onto his back with a satiated groan. “Fuck, that was good.” When I don’t respond, he opens one eye to peer at me. “It was good for both of us, wasn’t it?”
“Of course it was.” Then I add because I suspect he needs to hear it. “Better than anything I’ve ever experienced.”
He preens in his lazy way. “All right then. Glad to hear it.”