Chapter 23 #3
Continuing to kiss me everywhere, his hand makes its way between my legs. He starts with grazing, teasing touches, mostly avoiding the areas where I want him, yet giving me little tastes. This is what I need to get there with a guy. Slow, teasing touches. It never works for me when it is rushed.
He starts to do some great work with his hands, and I internally sigh with relief, because I know I am going to get there. Letting go of that stress allows me to feel in the moment, and I am getting close.
He continues to massage me in small circles while kissing all over my body. He asks, “Do you need me to go slower or faster?”
I let out a little gasp and say, “Just what you are doing. Keep going.”
And he does. He doesn’t get excited, go faster, or add more pressure; he just keeps doing what he is doing.
“I’m close, go a little faster.”
And he does. Seconds later, I am clawing my hands down his back, panting his name, legs shaking, eyes rolled back into my skull. A simple hand job really hits different from a man you like doing it with.
I open my eyes and see him smiling down at me. “Hot, Cassie. That was so hot.” He leans down to give me a long, scorching hot kiss.
“Can I touch you now?” I ask, my heart rate and breathing finally slowing.
“God, yes, please.”
I pushed him back on the bed, with a plan to repay the favor in the same way he did for me. I grabbed his briefs and pulled them down off his legs.
I made my way back up his body and grabbed a hold of him to start stroking. It wasn’t long before he was breathing hard and beads of sweat were forming on his forehead. I couldn’t help myself and leaned down to give him a few licks and sucks while I was at it.
“Shit. Back up, I’m going to come.”
I stroked him through his orgasm as he came, all over his belly. I rolled back to my side of the bed, and handed him a couple of tissues from my nightstand. We laid there together, satisfied and quiet.
He leaned over and kissed my forehead. “I know we only reached second base tonight, but I hope that I redeemed myself. I'm serious about never repeating the first performance.”
“You really, really did. Thanks for asking me what I like and acting accordingly. It really helps, especially when I'm nervous being with someone new.”
“I can understand how being with someone with a hairy dad bod can be very intimidating,” he jokes. And he does have a hairy dad bod. I’m starting to realize I kind of like it.
“Be nice to yourself. Look at us,” I say, gesturing to our naked bodies lying in bed together. “I clearly have the hots for you.”
“I haven’t figured out why yet, but believe me when I say I'm grateful and totally comfortable with being the recipient of people thinking ‘how did that guy get with her’?”
We continued to lie in bed naked, although we did slip under the covers when I got a little cold. I lay the top of my body on his bare chest, soaking up his body heat and his intoxicating man-smell. We were having an easy conversation about everything, and almost an hour passed.
“Did you think of a good nickname for me yet? I feel more confident asking this now.”
I smirked and patted him on the chest. “Oh, I’ve had a nickname for you for years.”
“You have not.”
“Yep, I’ve had my eye on you since you moved in.”
“Well? Does it still fit?”
I wiggle my eyebrows at him, and in the sexiest tone of voice I could muster, I reply, “Oh yeahhhh, Grass Daddy.”
He roars a laugh, his whole body shaking, nearly wiggling me off him; he was laughing so hard.
“You have opened up so many opportunities for me to make lawn care innuendos for you. ‘Hey, baby, want me to turn on your sprinkler?’ I’m not going to lie, it’s kind of hot to hear you call me ‘daddy’ if I separate it from thoughts of the other people who call me that. ”
“I’ll stick to Grass Daddy to avoid any confusion.” I pause and remember something. “Hey, are you going to tell me now why you wanted to be at my house instead of yours?”
“It was all a part of my grand plan for redemption. First, I wanted you to be as comfortable as possible. And second, my plan was to do whatever you do when you're alone, and I didn’t know if I would need some nightstand supplies. I just wanted to be prepared like a Boy Scout. Also, it’s possible my house may be a sexual wasteland.
You remember the preview I gave you. Not good. ”
“Ah, so this was a trauma response. Didn’t want to go back to the scene of the crime.”
He lets out a breathy, low chuckle. “Something like that. I needed a confidence booster, first.”
“Well,” I say, slapping his belly. “You totally redeemed yourself, so let me know when you're available to show off more of your skills.”
Ben immediately pulls me toward him, so I am lying chest down on top of him. “I’m always ready. At least while I have some good years left in me.”
He ended up sleeping over, though not much sleeping happened. It is an impressive feat for an almost-forty-year-old and an over-forty-year-old to pull an all-nighter. And we did end up getting into those nightstand supplies.