Just Me

by Lexy Timms

  No, Ben was prepared to be on his best behavior, so he placed the clothes in her hand and left the room without another word. He was too afraid of what he would say looking into her eyes.

  “I’ll make the tea,” he called over her shoulder, leaving her to dress in privacy.

  Once alone in the kitchen, he talked himself down, recalling how Katherine wanted to take things slow. He did not want to ruin whatever it was they were building, so he put on the tea kettle and willed himself to calm down.

  He had just placed one tea bag in each mug before filling it with steaming hot water when he saw movement from the left side of the room. Glancing up, Ben noticed Katherine from across the room, standing there shyly in only the black t-shirt he had given her.

  Without the pants, her legs looked to be three feet long, endless soft skin flaunted in his direction. She walked towards him, and he could feel himself harden with every step she took. Her hair bounced along with her breasts, as she walked on tippy toes until she was directly in front of him.

  “God, you’re sexy,” the words fell clumsily from his lips as he looked down his nose at her.

  “Thank you,” she accepted the compliment with nerves, adjusting her weight from one foot to the next as she reached for her cup of tea.

  “Are you trying to give me a heart attack?” he asked, reaching for the hem of the shirt. His fingertips grazed along the skin of her thigh, but Katherine didn’t budge, instead she leaned into his touch.

  “I’m trying to get the tour I was promised,” she answered sassily, poking her hip out.

  “Then a tour it is. Grab your tea,” he instructed, nodding towards the steaming mug.

  Using both hands to hold their mugs, Ben led Katherine through his house, beginning in the common area. “You’ve seen the kitchen. And here is the great room.”

  Like most of the house, the kitchen and living area had a dark vibe with charcoal marble strategically placed to reflect natural light in the day time and dim light in the evening. It was straight out of an architectural digest magazine, as he had actually discovered his interior designer while flipping through a magazine one day.

  “Do you cook a lot?” she asked, looking at his kitchen.

  “No, but sometimes I have a chef come in,” he admitted, a detail he usually lied about.

  Ben still struggled with how wealthy he was, and the type of lifestyle that came along with it. He never wanted to come across as too lazy to cook, or learn to cook well, but he was relieved when Katherine didn’t appear to judge him.

  “Do you like to cook?” he asked her.

  “Oh, I love to, but it’s been a while since I cooked much of anything. I’ve been on the move a lot lately, so I just grab something while I’m out.”

  Ben nodded, listening along, but in the back of his mind, he wondered if she would ever cook for him. It was weird things like that, he found himself fantasizing over. Things many people took for granted, but as a man of resources, a home cooked meal seemed easier to come by than it was. His hiring a chef was only when he got tired of eating out so often, but when he did hire one, it wasn’t the same as having someone who loved you cook your meals.

  “Down here is the library,” he announced, leading her down a narrow hall with two rooms. On one side, there was a heavy wooden door that led to a room lined with bookshelves, with a pool table sitting in the center of the room.

  “This is an interesting room,” she noted, slowly making her way around the room, glancing at the titles of books.

  “Are you a big reader?” he asked.

  “Yeah, but mostly fiction. I love a good romance novel,” Kathrine admitted with a bashful smile.

  “Afraid I don’t have much of that. I focus more on the business side of things,” he shrugged, glancing over at the section labeled ‘digital marketing’. Ben was a student of his craft, and had always been dedicated to learning about any business he was in.

  When he jumped into the world of electronic commerce, he didn’t know more than the average shopper, but he wanted that to change. First, he switched majors, and then he took on another degree altogether after graduation. The industry was forever changing, and he wanted to stay ahead of the curve by learning trends in real time.

  What others found tedious, Ben loved about his job. It kept him young, having to shift with changes and reinvent his brand to stay competitive. In a way, his library was the reason for the rest of his house. What he had learned had catapulted him into a stratosphere of success he hadn’t known existed.

  Katherine’s strolling through the room, paying attention to the books he valued so much meant a lot to him. She barely paid any attention to the pool table, which would usually draw all the attention. She wanted to know what intrigued him, and he made a mental note of how cool that was.

  “Thanks for showing me this,” she said quietly, when she had finally finished scrolling through the titles.

  “Of course,” Ben said lowly before taking her on to the next room.

  They went through his office and the two spare bedrooms he kept ready for guests at any moment. Katherine looked over every room with a curious look on her face, and Ben struggled to read her thoughts to no avail.

  “And this is the movie theatre,” Ben said, as he opened the last door at the end of the hallway.

  The dark room had been filled with reclining leather chairs that resembled a movie theatre. With elevated floors, the room was made to look as if it had three rows with three seats each, making a small intimate movie theatre for nine.

  “This is my favorite room!” Katherine said, completely shocked. Ben turned to see the excitement on her face and beamed with pride.

  “Do you like going to the movies?” he asked.

  “Do I? It’s my favorite thing to do! We have to watch a movie here one day!” She demanded and Ben happily agreed.

  “I think you’ve seen everything now,” Ben noted, as they walked back through the house, his pace slower now that he was unsure of where to take her next.

  “Now, I want to show you something,” Katherine suggested, moving in front of him as she pranced across the marble floor with bare feet.

  Ben found it impossible to take his eyes off of her as she made her way to what looked like his bedroom. She was moving much faster than him, at least three paces in front of his every step.

  “Just what do you want to show me?? Ben asked, rounding the corner of his bedroom.

  His mouth dropped to the floor when he saw what waited for him. Dropping the black t-shirt to the floor, Katherine stood in just her bra and panties, a sight for sore eyes. Unable to speak, Ben let his feet speak for him, carrying himself across the room where he spoke with his lips, searching for Katherine’s with an urgent lust.

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Katherine

  IN WHAT HAD BEEN THE boldest, and most vulnerable move of her life, Katherine stood before Ben, offering herself as she never had before. She was certain that she wanted to move forward with him, tired of playing games and delaying the pleasure she so desperately wanted.

  When his eyes fell on her, she knew she had not over-estimated his desire, and she waited on tempered passion as he stormed across the room, taking her mouth with his own.

  Ben was unforgiving in his kiss, roughly controlling Katherine’s as he walked forward, forcing her to follow his lead until the back of her legs bumped into his bed. Slowly, Ben laid her onto the bed with a gentle guidance until her head rested against the plush comforter.

  His entire bedroom was barely decorated with dark contrasts of color creating a dark and intimate vibe. Ben’s bedroom felt like a private haven, and she knew it was reserved for him as an exclusive room in his house. She did not take it lightly that he had invited her into his space.

  Now, their bodies moved together with such coordination, you would think their movements had been choreographed. Ben hovered above her, balancing his weight on his elbows as he dug his fingertips through her hair, thrusting his pelv
is as if they were already undressed.

  Feeling his erection pressing against his pants, Katherine worked her hands to free his manhood, fighting with his belt. But Ben forced her to slow down, removing her hands as he gripped her thigh, raising her leg to rest along the small of his back. Katherine spread her legs with ease, parting for the man who had given her one of the most perfectly romantic evenings of her life.

  Their date had been stripped from the pages of one of her romance novels, and she wanted it to end correctly, as she would write it herself. Wrapping both of her legs around him, Katherine moved her body with his, practicing to see how well their chemistry would carry over into the bedroom.

  When she finally moved to remove his t-shirt, Ben didn’t stop her. Having already having stripped himself of the wet clothes, it didn’t take long to remove the underclothes he was left with. Ben was strategic in his planning, forcing Katherine to slow down when she wanted to race to the finish line.

  Carrying her across the bed, he placed them both beneath the heavy fabric of his bedspread before slowly removing the final layer of Katherine’s clothes. His lips caressed every inch of her body, moving from her neck down to her breasts as his hands worked behind her back to free her heaviness from the restrictions of the bra.

  She fell into his mouth, and he teased the sensitive skin with circular motions as her body reacted to his touch. The sounds of Katherine’s moans shocked even her, as she was typically a quiet lover. Ben groaned when she pressed against him, and the roar of his deep voice in his throat was enough to send her over the edge.

  He was so sexy, so confident, and knowing that she could bring him pleasure left her feeling empowered and wanton. Katherine felt a new layer of herself making an appearance, as the sexual goddess who existed deep in her subconscious utilized the curve of her hips, lifting to press into the hardness of Ben’s body.

  Her hands roamed his chest as they explored the new territory with bated enthusiasm. For days she had wondered what he felt like, how he looked, and how his skin would taste. She was overwhelmed with sensation as she dug her nails into the flesh of his chest while his front teeth grazed along her nipple.

  Her body was alive beneath his touch; in ways it never had been before. Ben teased her with his mouth as his fingers circled her clitoris through the lace panties that grew damp. Her juices were flowing, and she wanted to bypass any further delay, but still Ben forced her to slow down.

  “Let me take these off,” he whispered, as he disappeared beneath the covers, leaving her alone at the head of the bed.

  Feeling the wetness of her panties drift down her legs, Katherine lifted to help him remove the fabric before waiting for him to return. But Ben didn’t stop with the removal of her panties, instead, he slowly kissed her inner leg until he reached the sweet spot between her thighs.

  Like water, she spread for him, opening herself as he gently licked her opening until she cried out for more. He like teasing her, forcing her to ask for what she wanted, regardless of how uncomfortable it made her feel. He wanted to draw her out of her shell, and Katherine was willing to go wherever he wanted. She just needed more of him. Always more.

  Circling the epicenter of her pleasure with his tongue, Ben slid two fingers into Katherine’s slit, and she yelped, gasping for air as he slid in and out of her with precision. Curling his fingers, he reached a g-spot she wasn’t aware of, tapping on her pleasure with the tips of his fingers.

  “Mmm,” he moaned, with her bud in his mouth. The sensation felt like vibration, and Katherine’s back arched with delight.

  “Yes! Yes!” She cried out as he worked his mouth and fingers together to drive her over the edge. She could feel herself unraveling, sure the explosion was coming soon. The tidal waves of an orgasm were making their way up from the pits of her abdomen and she felt the muscles tensing with a need to release.

  “Ben! Please! Please!” She begged when he slowed his pace. She needed the release more than she even knew, and her body began to thrust against his fingers craving more pressure.

  Removing his fingers, Ben pushed her legs upward as he buried his face in her honey pot, circling her clit with his tongue before taking the bud in his mouth and grazing his teeth along the overly sensitive skin.

  “Ah! Yes! Ben!” She cried out just as the pleasure overflowed. Her orgasm was abrupt and urgent, unlike what she was used to, but Katherine was grateful. She didn’t usually climax when she had sex, so it was already proving to be one of her more exhilarating excursions to date.

  “You taste even better than you look,” Ben growled, when he reappeared from beneath the blankets, Katherine’s arousal clearly spread across his face. With a wipe from the blanket, he left nothing but the proud grin as he carried his weight above her, leaning down to kiss her gently as he slid his length into her welcoming warmth.

  “Ahhh!” Katherine moaned as her body stretched to make room for his thick girth.

  Her legs wrapped around him, trying to spread her opening. Ben was much longer than she anticipated and she could already feel him reaching new depths. Working his body like an instrument, he barreled in and out of her with ease, screwing himself in a rhythmic motion that left her dazed with ecstasy.

  The concept of multiple orgasms was little more than a myth to Katherine, so when she felt the waves again begin to build in her chest, she was confused. Ben was taking her to levels of pleasure she didn’t believe to truly exist, but she enjoyed the ride, gripping onto his strong body with every ounce of determination she could muster.

  “Oh, you feel so good,” Ben growled, thrusting his body forward.

  His pleasure was her reward, and hearing him groan and moan so close to her ear was all she could stand as her second orgasm threatened to drain everything she had left. By the waves building in her stomach, Katherine knew it was going to be all encompassing. She was so turned on, so engaged, it caught her by surprise, sweeping over her like a wave in the ocean.

  “Oh, Katherine! Fuck! Sweetheart,” Ben growled as his own need to release took priority.

  Gone was the controlled man, manipulating her body with pleasure. Now, Ben had lost his rhythm altogether and was stroking with desperation as he slammed into her, his hips bucking wildly like an animal. It was erotic to watch him lose himself inside her, already hungry for more.

  She gripped him tightly, meeting him at every thrust as she lifted her hips to join his movement. Ben was grunting like an animal, nearing his own explosion as he gripped her thin frame tightly.

  “Take me, Katherine,” he growled, his words more of a plea than an order.

  Katherine accepted him, taking every inch of his length as he shoved his manhood deep into her tightness, stretching her to the max. She was slightly disappointed when his hips bucked one last time, already wanting more of him.

  With one loud grunt, he released, shooting thick hot semen that slid out of her opening as he rolled onto his back, lying beside her. Their chests rose and fell in unison as both Ben and Katherine struggled to catch their breath.

  It was hands-down the best sexual experience of her life, and glancing over at Ben, she couldn’t believe how well things had turned out with the guy she wanted nothing to do with. He was the fresh start she had been searching for, and she never wanted the night to fade in her memory.

  “You’re incredible,” he breathed finally looking over to her. She was out of breath, flushed, with a head of messy hair after Ben had gripped handfuls.

  “I’d have to say the same about you,” she smiled, feeling the most beautiful under his gaze.

  They cuddled in the bed until Ben began to drift off into sleep, his arm wrapped around Katherine. Her hormones were raging so fiercely, she found it difficult to fall asleep and instead laid on his chest, listening to his heart beat as she replayed the events of the day.

  In Ben’s arms she felt completely safe, not worrying about anything for the first time in two years. Gone was the fear of danger, leaving nothing but hope and desi
re in its wake.

  Ben had shown her what she could have, and now she refused to have anything less. What she was doing before wasn’t living, but existing. Going from one city to another to run from a past was not allowing her to embrace any present, let alone plan for a future.

  Katherine was tired of pretending to be happy when true happiness, and even joy, was staring her right in the face. A lone tear slid down her cheek as she allowed herself to let go and feel all the emotions swirling through her body.

  She had gone out on a limb to leave her comfort zone, and what she had discovered was much more than she knew was there for her. Katherine wanted to embrace it all, and continue to leave the safety net she had created for herself.

  Ben had given her a new layer of safety, proving that she didn’t have to go through life alone just because her past relationship failed. There was happiness on the other end of all that pain if she was willing to take the necessary steps to claim it. And for the first time in her life, she wasn’t scared. Katherine was going after what she wanted, and she didn’t have any plans of letting anyone stop her.

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Ben

  THE SUN PEEKING THROUGH the curtains woke Ben as he wondered how long he’d overslept. It wasn’t like him to sleep in, and when he glanced down to see Katherine’s small body curled against his own, it all came rushing back.

  He still couldn’t believe their night together, and feeling Katherine beside him caused him to relive it all again. She was everything he imagined and now, sleeping beside him, she was even more beautiful than before. Her makeup was smudged, and he felt himself lengthen remembering the tears in her eyes as he pumped her to ecstasy.

  Rolling out of the bed, Ben was careful not to wake Katherine. He didn’t want to be overzealous, already feeling the addiction grow deep in his bones. He wanted her. Again and again. He needed her, and knew that if he didn’t put some space between them, they may never get out of bed.