35. Aida
My heart is beating so fast, takingoff at a rapid rate that I only thought was possible in a flight or fight situation. I didn’t expect the words ‘I love you’ to send it into heart attack mode.
But holy shit, it feels amazing. I don’t ever want this feeling to stop and while I know I need to respond to Ben, I can’t right now, just basking in this beautiful moment.
When I started this summer, all I wanted was some rest and relaxation. I had no idea it would turn out to be the best summer of my life. Finding happiness on this little piece of paradise all happened with a random job offer, an offer that most people thought was too good to be true, and, in a way, it was.
Calling the police on Ben that first night has led to him telling me he loves me, and I couldn’t agree more. I fell for Ben weeks ago, and in a way, I owe it to Miriam and her need to set her grandson up. Without her, I’m not sure we would be here. I wouldn’t have willingly gone out with him, hating that he was disrupting my quiet getaway, but here we are, and I couldn’t be happier.
“Aida,” Ben stutters, his throat bobbing with a hard swallow, his eyes widening slightly with my lack of response.
Getting to know Ben over these last couple of months has been wonderful, but it has also taught me that he isn’t the kind of guy who throws around words like this. He means it, and that is everything I need to know.
Propping myself up on my elbow, I rest a hand on his cheek, smiling and letting out a small laugh. “You, Ben Kincaid, are unbelievable.”
“Um, what is that supposed to mean?” he instantly replies, a heavy sense of confusion washing over his face. “Did you hear what I just said?”
“Of course I heard you, and Ben, if you don’t know that I love you too, then you’re crazier than I thought,” I tease, shifting so I’m now straddling his hips, my body looming over him.
“Woman!” Ben yells out, his head falling back against the pillow as he lets out a loud laugh. “You had me shitting myself. Why’d you make me wait?”
Ben’s hands grip my hips, his fingers digging in and I bite down on my bottom lip, holding back the moan when he thrusts against me.
“Tell me, Aida, is there a fire between your legs?” Ben asks, his words low and husky, and my brows go up in question. His words attempt to come across as sexy, but something about it fails, and the moan is replaced by a riotous laugh.
“Are you trying to ask me if I have chlamydia? Fire between my legs generally means a yeast infection or some kind of STD,” I blurt out, my words loud through the laughter that fills the room.
“I read it in one of the pucking books,” Ben admits somewhat sheepishly. “It said something about fire between the female lead’s legs.”
Now he’s laughing right along with me as he openly admits he’s been reading the books Miriam sent us home with, even funnier is he’s using the terminology from Miriam’s book club.
“So you’ve been reading them, huh? Does your grandma know? I think she’d love it if you legit joined her book club. She’s in her hockey romance era and you could be too.” My head falls back laughing as Ben’s fingers begin to tickle my side.
I squirm around, wiggling against his hard dick, only increasing the want and need between us despite the hysterics.
“Ben!” I squeal, his tickling increasing and I’m laughing to the point that tears stream down my cheeks. “I’ve been reading your grandma’s books too!” My admittance falls from my lips so quickly that I don’t even have a chance to stop it.
Ever since she gave us the books, I’ve been intrigued, and while they are certainly not going to increase my knowledge of anything I could discuss in public, they are going to be helpful in the bedroom. In fact, I’ve committed the one scene we never finished to memory, possibly even marking the page with a little tab.
“Aida, are you interested in trying out some new pucking positions?” Ben asks playfully. With his hands holding my hips tightly, his grip is firm and something about it feels possessive and I swallow hard, wanting him more than I thought I could.
“I’m interested in pucking you, and maybe…” I trail off, my cheeks warming up at the idea of telling him what I want. It’s not like Ben and I have been conservative in bed, but that book takes things to the next level, a level I never thought I’d want to experience.
If Miriam only knew that her grandson and I are in bed talking about different sex positions that we’ve found in her spicy romance books, she’d be so damn proud, and that is absolutely mortifying.
“And maybe what?” His gaze holds mine, his tongue slipping out to wet his lips, and I lean down, my mouth next to his ear now.
“I want you to make me feel good. I want you to explore my body in ways it’s never been explored,” I breathe out, my lips parting as I begin to pant. I haven’t even told him exactly what I want, but I’m already turned on, and maybe just maybe, there is a fire between my legs.
“Be more specific, Aida,” Ben growls, his hands sliding down my thighs, his fingers dipping between my legs.
“I’m pretty sure this is every girl’s dream,” I mutter, lost in the feeling of Ben’s hand between my legs, my body craving more than his fingers.
“What’s that?” Ben questions, and our eyes lock, making me realize just how damn perfect he really is. He’s not afraid of anything, the total opposite of me, and I’m about to tell him what to do to my body, something a guy has never asked me before.
If anything, sex before Ben was pretty lame. Sometimes it was so bad that I just pretended to orgasm so I didn’t have to deal with being poked over and over again by a penis.
But with Ben, I want to tell him everything, I want him to make me come over and over like that hat trick book. Three orgasms in a row is a dream come true.
And now I want to see if Ben’s up for the challenge. Not just that, I want to see if I’m up for it too.
His gaze rakes over my body slowly, taking in every inch of me, memorizing the curves of my body in a way that makes me feel like I’m the only woman he’s ever been with.
“You’re so perfect, Aida,” Ben growls, his fingers moving in and out of me, his thumb hitting the exact spot I need.
I feel perfect. I’ve never felt perfect in my life, but Ben makes me feel that way. When the words leave his mouth, I believe them, and I never want to be with anyone else. I do love him. I love him with everything in me, in a way that feels all-consuming and obsessive and needy.
Not only do I feel perfect, but I feel confident, and as my thighs begin to tighten at his touch, desperate to come, I tell him exactly what I want.
“I want you to make me come…” My thoughts are cut off by the tingling feeling that rushes through my body, nearing the edge.
“Oh, Aida, baby, you’re going to have to do better than that. I’ve been making you come since the day we hooked up.”
His fingers begin to move faster, using his other hand, his thumb flattens against my clit causing my body to nearly come undone. My thighs begin to shake, the ache between my legs is almost painful, deliciously painful, and I let out a loud moan.
“You make me feel like I can’t breathe,” I call out, my words loud and echoey in the vast bedroom.
“Tell me, Aida.” His words are a possessive growl of pleasure and with each ragged breath I take, I can feel the ache become more intense, his finger curling inside me, hitting a spot I never even knew existed.
“I want you to make me come three times!” I yell out. All I can hope is that his father next door can’t hear this all going down. “Three times in a row. Your fingers! Oh my god!” I scream, my orgasm ripping through me.
I ride his fingers, his hands now soaked with my wetness, I can’t even begin to form a coherent thought, but I need to tell him what else. I want the fucking hat trick.
“A hat trick, huh, babe?” Ben murmurs, not giving me a second to recover, and before I know it, I’m on my back, my legs draped over his shoulders.
And with that, his face is buried between my thighs, and his tongue has now taken over where his fingers once were.
I arch my back, pushing my center closer to his mouth, thrusting my hips in time with his tongue as he strokes my clit. It’s not going to be long before I’m losing myself again, and that’s when I realize I’m holding my breath.
Ben sucks hard now, sending me spiraling, my vision going hazy, and my legs shake as if they’re made of Jell-O. Holy fucking shit. This is only orgasm number two, and I’m not sure I have a third in me.
Pleasure unfurls inside my body, feeling myself come all the way down to my damn toes. I had no idea I could come this hard and feel it in nearly every part of my body.
My hips jerk of their own accord, pushing into Ben’s face as he licks me slowly, bringing me down from a high I’ve never known before.
I might honestly be thanking Miriam for this.
Stop thinking about Ben’s grandma! Yuck!
“One, two, and now three,” Ben growls, his eyes dark as he looks down at me, swiping a hand over his mouth. “You taste like fucking heaven, Aida.”
There is something so erotic and dirty about seeing my come on his face, the way his mouth glistens with my arousal.
I want more. I want everything.
“On all fours,” Ben orders, once again a possessive call to his words, and I love it. I love the way he worships my body, the way he knows exactly what I need.
Anticipation prickles inside me and I do what he says, looking over my shoulder at him, and without warning, he’s buried deep inside me.
“Oh my god!” I scream, my body barely able to keep itself up. His dick stretches me, filling me and that ache that just disappeared returns in full force.
“I’m not going to last long, Aida,” Ben grunts out, his hips moving faster and faster. “Touch yourself, baby.”
My fingers move between my legs, feeling his dick as he enters me, and I move in time with his thrusts. I close my eyes, focusing on everything that’s happening, wanting to come so badly I can feel it building in every single nerve.
Ben’s hands hold my hips in place, slamming into me over and over. I listen to the sounds of our bodies, the heavy breathing, the grunts and moans of our pleasure, the sounds of our arousal filling the room and it sets my body a blaze.
His hand moves to my ass, his finger trailing over and slipping inside and that’s all I need. My body explodes, letting out a cry of his name, unrestrained and filled with pleasure, I clench around him, sending him spiraling too.
“Fuck, Aida,” Ben moans out, pumping inside me, uneven and rough, lost in the rhythm we had as he empties himself inside me.
I collapse on the bed, my body sated and exhausted, but in the best possible way. We will never be able to top this no matter how many pucking romance books we read. This will go down in the history books as the best I’ve ever had.
Three fucking orgasms in a row!
Ben hits the bed, falling right next to me, both of us trying to catch our breath, the sounds of our labored breathing filling the room.
It’s all I hear for what feels like hours. The two of us lying together, our skin slick with sweat, our bodies tangled up together.
And as we ride out this high together, my eyes closed, the breeze from the fan cooling our bodies, overcome with complete and utter relaxation, Ben says, “Hat trick.”
The room erupts with laughter.