by Tyler, Nella
I stayed silent. Again, I wasn't sure how I felt about anything, so there was no point in me trying to dig too deep with things with Bennett. Otherwise, I could say or do something that would be wrong. His arrival at my door didn't help to unravel the confusion of my emotions.
“Having said that, I do want to work things out with you, but in a way we are both satisfied and fulfilled in our relationship.”
“Really?”
“Yes, I really do. But I also don't want to jeopardize my chances at a major league career. I love you, Emmi, but just like you, I want it all.”
I couldn't believe what he was saying. It was everything that I had wanted for so long. I almost wanted to burst into tears, I was so happy. This was what I had wanted the day Bennett had left. Why hadn't he figured out how to say these things at that time? On one hand it was so frustrating, and yet I was so happy that he had finally shown up and said something. I needed him to say these things to me, and it was incredible to finally hear it. I felt like kissing him immediately.
There were so many emotions running through my head that I could barely stand it. There was confusion, happiness, and fear running through me all at once. I loved all the feelings. But what I wanted most was Bennett. He was all I ever wanted.
I grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him towards me. My mouth met his and fire coursed through my body. I needed Bennett badly and as I kissed him passionately, a tear rolled down my cheek. I was so happy to be with him. When we pulled away, he just looked at me and smiled. I wiped away the lone tear, feeling happier than ever.
“Look, Bennett, I totally understand. When I said those things, it was out of anger and frustration with the situation that I found myself in. I didn't know what else to say at the time. I was desperate. I should never have said the things that I did. I didn't want you to have to choose between baseball and me. I just wanted to be here, too, ya know?”
“Yes, sweetheart. I know. I'm sorry for treating you the way I did, you don't deserve it.”
He moved into me again and kissed me. His tongue found mine and I felt complete once again. I needed Bennett in so many different ways. I was falling deeply and madly in love with him. When our lips touched, everything between us just ignited. It was a wonderful feeling, one that I didn't want to ever go away.
Our kisses grew deeper and Bennett's hands found their way to my butt, where he squeezed my cheeks. I moaned softly. I had missed his sexy touch and I wanted more of it.
“Oh, Bennett, I missed you so much.”
“Baby, you have no idea how much I missed you. I can't stop thinking about the last time we were together. You are an incredible woman and being with you is always so much fun. I don't want to lose you.”
“You won't,” I whispered.
I pulled him towards my bedroom and pushed him through the door. I closed it behind me and my lips found his once again. We kissed passionately, electricity making us one all over again.
“Oh, I love your kisses, Bennett.”
“Right back at you, babe. You're a great kisser.”
“Well, thank you.” I giggled. “Do you want to know what else I like?”
“What?” His eyebrows were raised and he had a sweet smile on his face.
I got down on my knees and I undid Bennett's pants and slid down the zipper slowly. I liked to drag it out for a bit to torture him. A little torture never hurt anyone. I pulled his semi hard cock out and licked it from the bottom to the top. I put his whole cock in my mouth and sucked until he was rock hard. I felt him grow hard in my mouth, loving how powerful it made me feel. My tongue slid around the tip of his cock as he moaned. The taste of him turned me on, and I loved the fact that I could bring him so much pleasure with my mouth. His cock hit the back of my throat multiple times, and I just kept on sucking. I knew I was good at it, but his moans just electrified me that much more. I could tell by the sounds he was making that he was building up to a climax and he instantly spilled his cum down my throat. I licked my lips and smiled up at him. “Wow, baby, that was amazing.”
“Anything for you, baby.”
“Now it's your turn,” he said as he smiled back down at me. I got up from the floor and grabbed his hand, pulling him to the bed. I lay down and lifted my skirt up. He licked my pussy straight up like he was licking an ice cream cone. It was my favorite part. He started sucking on my clit, and I tensed all over as I came quickly, spilling out into his mouth. He licked up the wetness on my pussy and went back to sucking on my clit. He always gave me multiple orgasms; he never just stopped at one. He inserted two fingers while he sucked my clit, causing me to gasp. My moans were driving him crazy and he could barely contain himself as I came again.
“Oh. Emmi, you sound so sexy. I love it.”
He wasn't finished with me yet, though. He pounded his fingers into me hard as I arched back, forcing my hips to meet his thrusts. I screamed as an orgasm ripped through my body. I panted as he took his fingers out and put them in his mouth to clean them up.
“Oh God, Bennett, that's so sexy.”
After I came for the third time, I thought that we were done for the night. A little oral sex was more than fine with me. We had always gone to sex, sticking with oral was fun, as well. But Bennett had others plans. “I’m ready to fuck you now, Emmi.”
That was the best thing I had heard all night and something I had been waiting forever since he had shown up that afternoon.
He entered me in the missionary position. He placed my legs up on his shoulders so that he could get really deep inside me. He moved slowly inside me, making my pussy throb every time he went in deep.
“Bennett, your cock feels so good. I can't get enough of it. God, this feels good.”
He pushed into me, picking up the pace, and I came against his cock, making him hornier than ever. He came at the same time as me, which excited me immensely.
“Oh God, Bennett that was so good. All of it, I loved it.”
He rolled off of me and lay next to me, exhausted. “Who says a quickie can't be great.”
I giggled. “It was delicious. Thank you.”
“Oh, believe me, I should be thanking you. That was incredible.”
“What do you say we get some cuddling time in before my game?”
I smiled and nuzzled into him, loving every idea that he had.
“Actually, I change my mind, I want some more.” I giggled.
“Well, the lady shall get whatever she wants.”
I started stroking his cock once again. He felt great in my hands and he was all mine. I was using a different method that time, almost kneading it instead of stroking it. It didn't matter either way, I felt him growing hard in my hands. My soft mouth went on his cock and he moaned loudly as I slid over his cock slowly. I sucked him painfully slow, making him throb. He was moaning, and the sound was making me wet all over again. I wanted him, needed to feel him inside me once again. His cock was rock hard in my mouth and I wanted him inside me. I took my mouth off and climbed on top of him straddling him.
“Hey there, handsome. I want to go for a ride.”
He was grinning at me, and his handsome smile drove me wild.
I sat down on his cock and rocked into him, riding his cock as if I were late for something. He was so deep within me that it caused me to moan with each thrust. He was thick and hard and so deep that I gasped when he moved his hips into my thrusts.
“Oh God, Emmi, what are you doing to my cock, baby, that's so good. Oh, I love when you ride me, baby.”
“You feel fantastic, Bennett. I can't get enough of your cock.”
His moans were making me crazy. I could feel a build-up inside of me and I knew an orgasm was coming.
I continued grinding his cock with my pussy and my arms were above my head as I rode his cock. Seeing Bennett beneath me with ecstasy written all over his face was making me so turned on.
“Oh, Bennett, baby, I'm going to cum.”
“I'm right there with you, sweetheart. Let
’s do it together.”
I moaned loudly as an orgasm crashed through me. I shuddered as delicious ripples of pleasure went through my whole body. Bennett felt amazing and I cried out his name.
“Darling, I'm going to explode.” I felt him spill into me as I continued to ride him throughout his orgasm. When he was finished, I collapsed on his chest, feeling very spent. I rolled over and lay on the bed beside him.
“Now we can cuddle.”
He took me in his arms and I felt so safe there.
Chapter Six
Bennett and I lay in bed together in each other’s arms. It had been a really long time since I felt that good. It wasn't just the sex; it was everything. Being with Bennett and every single way was the best part of any day. I was so glad that we had been able to get back on track. And we were able to do it without getting into a major fight, which was a good thing. Seeing Bennett at my door had been a surprise, ending up in bed with him again had been an even bigger surprise. But it was all good. I couldn't have asked for a better day. This was what I wanted most in my life, Bennett beside me in my bed.
As much as we wanted to lie in bed together for the entire evening, we both knew that we couldn't. Bennett had a game to play, and I had to write about it, which meant that we had to get out of that bed quickly. That second round of sex had taken up more time than we had thought. I smiled at the thought of what had happened between us. Yummy! It had been a delicious afternoon. I almost wished he didn't have a game to play; I wanted to return to bed with Bennett and try some new positions. I also wanted to snuggle with him for the rest of the day. That would have been amazing. But alas, my superstar needed to get to his game and rock the crowd’s world. That was what he needed to do in order to be great. I wanted to be by his side and see him do just that. I was going to write an incredible article. That way he would get some great exposure.
We both got dressed as quickly as possible, sharing smiles as we did so. I felt so close to Bennett in that moment and it surprised me how far we had grown apart over the past month and how easily it was to get back on track when we both really wanted that. I never wanted us to get back off track again. I just want to be with Bennett – possibly forever if I got the chance. He was everything I ever wanted in a man and I had been foolish to almost lose him.
The game was going to start soon, but we couldn't drive together. Bennett needed to get there early and would need to do what he had to do without worrying about giving me a ride there. So I would ride there separately, which wasn't a big deal to me. I knew I would see him later. Things were starting to work out the way that they were supposed to. I was feeling really good about how the day had gone between us. My only regret was I didn't realize sooner the kind of mistake that I was about to make with him. I had been foolish to try to make him choose between his career and me and even if he had chosen me, he wouldn't have been as happy as he could be with both. That was something I really need to realize, that it wasn't just about me or even just about the love that I had for Bennett. It was about both of us having a life separately doing the things that we love, while still being together in a relationship and loving that part of things, as well. I didn't need to make Bennett choose between his career and me. I needed to embrace his love of baseball as best as I could and love him anyways. Through that love, he would find me, as well, and we would only grow stronger because of it. Everything was going to be all right now. I had to believe in that.
I knew what I had to do now in order to make our relationship successful. I resolved that instead of fighting with Bennett and trying to make him choose between baseball and me, I would do the opposite and embrace his passion as if it was my own. I knew now that he was going to take in the consideration that I needed to be a priority, as well, so that fear was completely gone from my mind. He was going to put the effort that he needed to in order to make sure that not only was he happy, I was happy as well. That was how we were going to be successful. Like he said, he wanted us to both feel fulfilled and satisfied in the relationship and that meant that we would both have to make certain sacrifices to make sure that we were both happy.
I was going to make even more of an effort to encourage him with his career. Instead of being someone who was arguing against that, I wanted to be a part of the thing that made him so happy. That way, I could get the best of both worlds. Being with Bennett and enjoying the passion he shared, that we both shared, for the love of baseball.
Chapter Seven
With my beer in hand, I sat in the seats watching the man that I loved. God, I love the sport, but I love to Bennett even more. Bennett was throwing a perfect game, not that I was surprised. The guy was all talent, all the way.
I had some of the best seats in the house, thanks to my father who always provided me with great seats anytime I want to go to any baseball game. He sent them to me in advance. I would have seats available if and when I chose to go to a game. Being around a live game made me so happy, I couldn't imagine being anywhere else. It was rare that I ever missed the game, and I wouldn't have it any other way. There I was, grinning like an idiot every time Bennett pitched the ball. I was just so proud of him all the time.
There he was out in the field, looking as handsome and sexy as I had ever seen him. His passion just brought out a huge sex appeal in him. It was no surprise, when people are passionate about the things in their lives they typically tend to have a glow. I loved him even more as I watched him do the thing that made him so happy, the thing that he loved so much. It made me embarrassed that I had ever thought that I could take this away from him and that he would still be happy. It was a foolish thing for me to think that I could control him in that way. I shouldn't even want to control him in that way, this was his passion; this was the thing that he loved the most. And although he loved me, too, he needed this in order to be happy, as well. I wanted to be part of this journey more than anything. I wanted him to know that I was always gonna be by his side whenever he needed me, that I wasn't going anywhere. He would know that he had a strong woman by his side cheering him on whenever he needed it. And he would need me in more than one way and I would always be there for him.
Every time Bennett made a good pitch, I saw him look over at me and smile, as though he was telling me that he was doing it all for me. And maybe he was. His smile was sexy and it was part of what drove the crowd wild, the female crowd, anyways. Every time he did it, I couldn't help but grin like an idiot. I would smile back at him and the game would carry on. I would wait for him to smile at me again before he would throw his pitch. Then he would smile at me if the pitch went well. It was like were telling our own special love story during that game, and no one was the wiser.
Everything was going so great, it made me wish that my father had come to this game, this important game that Bennett was doing so well in. This was the one that my father should have seen, more than any other game before. I wanted him to see Bennett right now in this moment, to see him so happy doing the thing that he loved the most. Because if that wasn't the performance of a major league player, then I didn't know what was. I couldn't believe how well he was doing and I couldn't help but wish that my father was seen it all right before his eyes. He would be pretty proud of Bennett, regardless of the mistakes Bennett had made in the past. Maybe then he would see that you truly could be a superstar and fall in love all at the same time. Maybe he wouldn't be so judgmental of relationships and put so much pressure on Bennett to be amazing but to not have anything else in his life. It wasn't fair to ask someone to have nothing but a career and to give up the chance of love when you could do both.
The more I thought about my father being at that game, it occurred to me that he had mentioned wanting to go to that particular game. There is a chance that maybe he was here after all. He certainly wasn't that great at getting in touch with me when he came to town anymore, so it was quite possible that he was there and I knew nothing about it. I would have loved for him to be there with me, drinking beer and watching th
e game. We hadn't done that in awhile and I would have loved to connect with him. I missed my father. As much as he had caused trouble in my relationship, I wanted him in my life and I loved the days where we used to go to the beach for our walks and drink beer at ball games or over a steak dinner. My heart filled with love every time I thought about my father, I hoped that he would show up to the game. It would complete my day for sure.
The thought almost slipped from my mind when my cell phone started to ring. I didn't recognize the number as I stared down at my ringing phone. I wondered who it could be. It was kind of bad timing for me to be answering my ringing telephone during the game, but I wasn't sure if it was important.
“Hello?” I answered, completely befuddled as to who would be calling me. I knew most of the numbers that called me on my cell phone and it was rare that I ever got a call from a number I didn't recognize.
“Is Emmi there?”
“Speaking,” I said confused. I didn't recognize the voice on the phone.
“Emmi, the reason that I'm calling is because your father has been admitted to the hospital.”
“Oh my God, what? The local hospital?” My heart was beating fast in my chest. Oh God, what was happening to my father?
“Yes. Apparently your father was on his way to the big game tonight when he collapsed. He was rushed to the hospital immediately and that is the reason for my call. Can you come down here immediately?”
“Yes, of course. I will be there as soon as I can.” Tears came to my eyes when I thought about my father in the hospital. It was crazy how I had been just thinking about him when I got the phone call. Maybe there was something inside of me that was telling me that something was wrong with him. Maybe that was why he had come to my mind – he was in trouble and needed me.
I couldn't imagine my father in the hospital, helpless. He was always such a strong man mentally and physically that it was hard to imagine him collapsing anywhere. God, what if he died? I couldn't even bear the thought of losing him like that. My mother was gone; I could not lose him, as well.