17 Right answer
17
Right answer
Isabella
Benjamin lifts me up, wraps my legs around his waist, and with his hands firmly on my arse, carries me into the bedroom as if I weigh nothing.
He switches on the light and places me on the bed, never stopping kissing me. His tongue is impetuous and explores my mouth as if the world were going to end tomorrow. It’s true, though. For both of us, in our little world, there isn’t much time left. I scold myself. I’m not going to think about endings. Not now, when I’m finally in his arms.
Duke follows us and tries to get Ben’s attention. Benjamin stops kissing me and laughs as he looks at the dog. He quickly bends down and picks him up.
“No, no, little friend. Now is my time to play, not yours.”
He gently closes the bedroom door, leaving Duke outside. I don’t think Your Grace protests, but if he does, I don’t hear it. Benjamin turns round again and runs his eyes over me. I’ve never felt so hot. I’m burning up, inside, outside, everywhere.
Nobody has ever looked at me the way he does.
We’re both still dressed, shoes, boots, and all. He takes his hand to the knot of his tie and begins to undo it.
“What do you want, Bella? The lord or the rake?” he asks me, pulling off his tie and throwing it aside.
“You. I want you.”
All his versions. As many as he wants to offer me.
Benjamin nods. “Right answer.”
He approaches me, still wearing the rest of his clothes. Benjamin kneels in front of the bed and pulls me close. He plunges his hand into my hair and grips it firmly but also kindly. His lips touch the skin of my neck, where a trail of kisses and licks follows that leaves me shivering, completely surrendered to him.
“I’m going to fuck you all night long,” he whispers in my ear, biting my earlobe, “but first I want to make our fantasies come true.”
I pull away, feeling my nipples harden under the fabric of the dress. I knew he was a naughty boy . Benjamin’s eyes are on me, and they’ve never been so wicked. What a delight of a man, my goodness.
“Our fantasies?” I ask, and Benjamin nods.
“Yes, ours.”
I feel his hands slide the zip down the back of my dress. I imagine what it would be like if we were in his time. We’d be involved for several minutes in the difficult task of opening the countless buttons. Point for modernity.
“What did you fantasise about?” I start to open his waistcoat, helping with a wave of my arms as he pulls at the fabric.
I’m not wearing a bra. I’ve always had small breasts. It’s never bothered me, but people have hinted that I should consider getting silicone. From the way he looks at me, fixated on my nipples, moistening those full lips that I want to make swollen from kissing so much, Ben doesn’t see anything wrong with them.
“Gorgeous…” Benjamin murmurs, pulling the dress down. The pile of blue fabric swirls around my feet, and I realise I’m only wearing my knickers in front of Benjamin.
I haven’t been with anyone for a long time since my relationship ended, so I feel a bit lost. I’m not prudish about sex or shy or anything like that. I’m just… a bit intoxicated by everything that’s happening right now.
“Tell me your fantasies.” I continue undressing him. Benjamin helps me as I pull his shirt out of his trousers and over his head.
“They’re similar to yours.” His dark hair is messy from taking off his shirt. “Me, between your legs, licking you until you fall apart.”
My pussy throbs with the words, with the raunchy, husky way he says them. I admire this perfect physique, touching the warm skin with my fingertips, feeling every tensed muscle and his marvellous abs.
“I want to lick every bit,” I whisper, “One by one.”
Benjamin smiles sideways, raising his hand to let go of my hair. “You will, but only after I’ve made you come.”
I feel the clips come loose and my long hair fall down my bare back. Benjamin takes another moment to look at me, his hand now caressing one of my nipples, gently pinching it.
“Lie down for me.” He stands up. I obey, but without taking my eyes off him. I can’t stop looking at him. I want to see him all night.
Still wearing his own trousers, Benjamin approaches me and removes my panties, his fingers gently rubbing my skin. I can see that he looks surprised when he looks at me.
“What’s wrong?”
Benjamin kneels down again, grabbing my hip and bringing me close. “I forget that some things are different in the future…” He touches my lower abdomen gently. “I can see every part of you.”
When I realise he’s referring to my waxed skin, I blush. I can’t help it. “I don’t even know what to say.”
“You don’t have to answer anything.” Benjamin settles down, his face now very close. “Save your words for the right moment.”
And then I feel the first lick. My God in heaven, even this man’s sucking is perfect.
“Relax, darling,” he asks, looking down at my folded forearms. “Leave it to me.” He winks.
A little wink, about to suck me off.
I do as he suggests and give in. It’s not as if I can think of anything else but this man devouring me and taking me to heaven between licks and sucks. I’ve dreamt about it, imagined it in my own way. Nothing corresponds to reality. Nothing at all.
Benjamin is a master at what he does. Now I understand his libertine side. He licks my folds, sucks my lips and my clitoris. He takes his time there, on the pulsating nerve. I can feel the movement of his tongue, the sound of his sucking mixed with my moans filling the room. His thumbs open me wider, exposing my whole body. I look down and see him smiling as my gasps increase and my legs begin to shake.
I’m very close, closer than ever. Benjamin notices and, pulling his mouth away just for a moment, he slips a finger into me. And then another, sucking my clitoris again, hungry, thirsty, until I’m overcome by spasms, grabbing his hair, and coming in his mouth, completely overwhelmed.
He did what he said. Our fantasies have come true.
Benjamin steps back and looks at me with a proud smile. He starts to unzip his trousers, but I stop him by sitting up on the mattress.
“No, let me do it,” I say.
He doesn’t refuse, coming closer.
With me sitting and him standing, I’m at the exact height of his hips. I’m still dizzy with pleasure, but I manage to open the button without difficulty, pulling down his trousers and black boxer shorts, releasing his glorious cock, which is harder than ever.
“My turn.” I look at him, caressing his balls. “I want you to surrender, Benjamin.”
He strokes my hair, nodding. “I’ve been on my knees for you for a long time, Bella.”
I like what I hear. A lot. I stare at his cock, noticing every detail. The pink skin and glossy head, the purplish veins all over, the dark hairs. I touch it and spread the moisture from the tip. Benjamin moans, but the caress on my hair remains gentle. Tender.
“What do you want, Ben?” I tease, because I know exactly what he wants. My hand starts to jerk him off, up and down, again and again, feeling every centimetre.
“I want your mouth on my cock,” he replies, making me smile. “Go ahead, Bella. I know you want it too.”
Ah, he has no idea.
I open my mouth and start sucking him, ending the agony for both of us. His taste is delicious; his masculine scent intoxicates me. Benjamin closes his eyes and throws his head back, completely surrendering to me, allowing me to dictate the rhythm, which I do with the greatest pleasure.
I just came a few minutes ago, but I’m already on fire, wanting more of him, wanting everything I can get. I squeeze my thighs together and suck him deep into my throat, as deep as I can, and come again, repeating the movement, alternating with licks.
“Touch yourself for me, Bella,” Benjamin growls softly. “Let me see you touch yourself.”
Wow.
I spread my legs a little. I don’t stop sucking on him as I run my hand down my stomach and find my clitoris, pressing on it. I dip my fingers in a little, feeling how aroused I am.
“Are you wet?” he asks me.
I nod with his cock in my mouth.
Benjamin smiles, his eyes locked on me as we do this.
“Bella, I want you.”
I take his cock out of my mouth and jerk it off again with my free hand. “I’m here.”
“I want to get inside you. Let me fuck you.”
I nod because I can’t stand it either.
“Where’s the protection?” he asks.
We talked about condoms on one of our days discussing modernity. I’m touched that Ben remembers this, even though he’s desperate like me. Thinking about his question, for a moment I almost panic. I don’t have a busy sex life, so condoms aren’t the first item on my shopping list. Then, I remember that Cinthia is a careful girl, and there’s always a packet of condoms in the bathroom cabinet.
“In the bathroom, in the cupboard under the sink.”
Benjamin shoots out of the room and returns in less than a minute with the box in his hand. Duke must be asleep because there’s no sign of the puppy.
“I don’t know how to handle this, so…” Benjamin hands me the condom.
I smile as I open the condom and slide in the big cock. “That’s it, we’re safe.”
Benjamin smiles, kissing me again, and lying on top of me, his strong, warm body making me aware that this moment we’re living is real. He pushes my thighs apart, positioning himself between them. Benjamin penetrates me, looking into my eyes, every centimetre of him entering me.
It’s as if we’ve been waiting our whole lives for this moment. With Benjamin, I feel at home. As if he were my home, as if… he was meant to be mine.
“My God, Bella, you’re so tight…” He thrusts eagerly, going all the way in and back out again. “Are you alright?” he asks me.
I bring him closer with my arms around his shoulders. “Don’t stop, Ben. Please don’t stop.”
Benjamin continues to penetrate me, his thrusts now stronger, more urgent. I’m so suspended in pleasure that I wouldn’t be surprised if I forgot who I was. I open my eyes to find his eyes on me, his jaw clenched, focused. Benjamin takes his hand between us and strokes my clitoris, destroying what little sanity I have left.
“I’m going to come…” I confess, feeling my body tremble.
“Yes, my love. Come for me.”
I can’t hold it in any longer. Benjamin kisses my mouth, invading it with his tongue, and we fall apart at the same time, sweaty and eager, so exhausted and surrendered that we are unable to speak for several minutes.
Benjamin manoeuvres us both so he can remove the condom, setting it aside on the bedside table. He pulls me close, my head on his chest, where all I can hear is the rapid sound of his heart. A sound I could listen to for the rest of my days.
“That was wonderful,” Benjamin says, and I look up, meeting his affectionate expression. “You’re wonderful.”
I stroke his clean-shaven chin with the tip of my index finger.
“You too. It’s never been like this. I’ve never felt like this before.”
“What do we do now?” Benjamin asks me.
I stroke the dark hairs on his chest, wondering what to say. The question is simple, but the answer is complex.
“Do we… make the most of it? The time we have left.”
Benjamin swallows dryly, rubbing our noses together and kissing me softly. “You know that all the time in the world by your side wouldn’t be enough for me, don’t you?”
My eyes moisten and I feel a lump in my throat. “Yes, I know.”
He kisses me once more, and once more, before we close our eyes and fall asleep, he says: “For the time we have left, I’m all yours, Bella.”
I’m almost asleep when I think, I’m yours too . But I don’t need to say anything.
I’m sure Benjamin already knows that.