by Brent, Amy
I sucked in slight panting breaths as spasms of delight rocketed through me, and Ben stood before me in only his boxers. He approached like I was his prey, and he was a beast on a hunt. He was hungry, and I could see it in his eyes. That fire of want. He wanted me, and I wanted him.
A match made in—bed.
“Strip!”
I slipped from my shoes and raised my fingers to the buttons on my dress. I let my hair fall over my face, and I stared deeply into Ben’s mesmerizing green eyes. I popped each button with sexual teasing. My dress dropped open, and I glanced at Ben. He noticed the swell of my heaving breasts. The dark purple silk of my bra was hugging me like a second skin. My dress dropped to the floor and puddled by my ankles. I stepped free and raised my head while my body warmed to him.
You like what you’re seeing?
Ben slipped his hand inside his shorts and began stroking himself as he watched me. He finally pulled his hand free and eased the elastic of his shorts over his hips and down the steely-leanness of his muscled thighs. The shorts dropped to the floor. I glanced down and then raised my eyes to see his shaft twitching. His arousal sent flutters of desire that flooded through my body.
“Didn’t I say strip?” he ordered.
I was so enthralled with his magnificent prowess I’d forgotten I was still wearing my underwear. I felt nervous, but he’d seen me naked before, so maybe it was excitement. I reached behind me and felt the clasp of my bra pop open in my fumbling fingers. I hunched my shoulders forward and let the straps of my bra fall down the slender skin of my arms. I flicked my hair back and over my shoulder, and my breasts pointed at Ben. They were erect. I arched my back and wriggled free from my panties. My legs trembled, and at the same time, the soft silk sent shivers flooding through me.
Ben stepped further forward, and I could feel the heat of his body. I was trapped between him and the edge of the bed. I sucked in a sharp breath when his hand cupped my breast, and his fingers teased my aroused peak on one breast.
“Mmm,” I cooed as Ben ushered me backward toward the bed. He was so hot that I was already aroused.
He stared down into my eyes before he ordered me to lie on the bed, face down. It was too late to fight anything. I’d fallen over the edge into the pit of lust and was close to losing myself in the vat of sexual satisfaction which would engulf the both of us before we knew it. The crisp sheets were cold against my stomach, and Ben inched his way closer to the foot of the bed. He held his shaft at head height.
“Suck!” he demanded. My pussy throbbed when he said those words. I loved being dominated by him.
His pulse throbbed when my fingers curled around the base of his shaft. My other hand held my hair away from my face, and my plump lips tightened underneath the head of his cock. Ben’s fingers pushed against the back of my head as his hips rocked upward. The full length of his shaft slid into the wet depths of my mouth. My lips became like two swollen plums molded around his shaft.
I felt more aroused as my head bobbed while Ben leaned back, thrusting his hips upward. He pulled in a lungful of air as my swirling tongue twisted with the voracious invitation he gave to me. His cock throbbed, and I started to become intoxicated with sexual feelings.
Ben’s fingers pulled through my hair when he yanked my head back. I winced in pain until he bowed forward and locked his lips around my breast. His tongue collided with my budded nipple, and then he urged me to lie back, against the crumpled bedsheet.
My ankles burned when he dragged me back down the bed. His hands began pushing against my knees, and his parted pulsing lips graced the soft flesh of my inner thigh. I gasped as Ben’s tongue scrambled over my soft peach-like skin. The tip of his tongue glided over the trembling and swollen lips of my pussy while I arched my back and raised my hips in his direction. His thumbs spread me as his tongue pushed deep inside. Already, I felt he was going to make me come, and I wasn’t going to stop him. I’d missed six years of coming from his touch, so I couldn’t wait.
His tongue pushed inside me, and his thumb circled over my throbbing clit. Wild waves of pleasure ran through my veins, and I sucked air through gritted teeth. Cotton sheets wrapped around my fingers while my hips shuddered and quivered. Ben opened the gates early, and my first orgasm was going to hit me.
“Rub me harder. I’m coming,” I squealed.
My hands pushed in the cotton ruffles, and my fingers chilled from a tightened grasp of the sheets. My body squirmed as Ben drove his fingers inside me and rubbed my hard nub to the point of no return. I screamed a sweet and final cry as my back arched and my belly filled with fluctuations which were out of my control. I slumped and panted with warm and erratic breaths. My eyes closed while I embraced the feelings that began washing over me.
“Sit up!” Ben ordered while he edged his body onto the bed. “Ride me and don't use any hands.” I straddled Ben’s body and felt the perfect muscles beneath his warm skin. I reached for his shaft to guide it toward me.
“Didn’t I say no hands?”
I gyrated my hips against his bulging erection, and the head of his shaft gingerly inched its way inside me. I rocked back and forth as my pussy sheathed the full length of Ben’s dick. I clasped my hands behind my back and closed my eyes. I ground my hips, hard, against his loins while his shaft filled my fiery depths, and our bodies slid together as one.
Ben raised his hips and started thrusting up. He bucked wildly, and I desperately wanted to run my hands over his rock-hard chest. His taut skin seduced my gaze, and I licked my lips while he smiled at me with deep satisfaction.
Ben thrust harder and more frantically as I felt another wave of shimmering sensations filling my belly. Too many years my body wandered around barren lands. Now with Ben, it had found an oasis of pleasure all over again. My body slid down the length of his shaft, involuntary contractions filled my pussy.
“Ben, you’re doing it again.”
I pushed my hands flat against his chest. Ben grabbed my wrists and pulled my hands from his body. He clamped them both in one powerful grasp and raised my hands over my head. I rocked frantically as I felt a second orgasm flooding from me.
I squealed. Dizzying sensations flooded through my veins and were even stronger than my first climax. I rocked sporadically while wave after wave tormented me so well. I gasped harshly and unevenly as my head bowed and I glanced into his gorgeous eyes through damp strands of hair. I blew warm air over my top lip as I slipped off Ben’s body. I lay on the bed and gazed at the ceiling.
“Get off the bed!”
I moved my feet onto the floor and stood. Ben turned me and pushed his hand between my shoulder blades. I bent over and rested my hands on the mattress. His body pushed against mine as his shaft pushed between my thighs. The head of his cock slipped easily inside me before he filled me with a single thrust. Ben pulled on my hair, and my head lifted to face the ceiling, he pulled harder as he slammed his hips against the soft skin of my ass. My body juddered as his hips rocked back and forth, and his tempo began increasing. I felt my breasts jiggle and my nipples brushed over the bed cover. He pulled on my hair, and with his free hand, he dug his fingers into my hips.
“Yowza!” I yelled. Ben gave my hair a quick tug.
I closed my mouth and accommodated his cock. I made fluctuated gasps as Ben’s body collided with mine, and we joined as one. I rocked back and forth and leaned lower to rest my arms on the bed. I grabbed a pillow and buried my head. Muffled screams of delight left my body. His tempo increased, and I finally heard Ben groaning. His fingers let go of my hair, and he pulled back on my hips with both hands. We slammed together with his next powerful thrust, and my back arched toward him as I pushed my ass back to accommodate his full length. I felt my legs quiver as the third climax was almost upon me. Ben grunted.
Ben’s hips seized, and his body jerked, and I felt his seed flowing from his body into mine. He jerked again and again, and I fell over onto the bed and shuddered from head to toe. Every part of my body was alive
with the ripples of my third orgasm.
I grabbed hold of the pillow and screamed with pleasure into it. Ben fell on the bed; he was now sucking in great gasps of inflamed breath. I remained at his side and basked in the pleasure he’d dished out to me. I nuzzled my head against his chest and listened to his racing heartbeat. His body slowly returned to normal because he controlled his breathing. His heart slowed, yet boomed inside his chest.
I pulled my body alongside him and threw my arm over his chest. He turned and placed his hand on my hip. Without a word, he gazed deeply into my eyes. I glanced back and tried to imagine what he was thinking. I was content and found my eyes becoming heavy. Ben’s eyelids faltered and dropped. His breath became less labored, and I knew he’d slipped into sleep. I smiled and leaned forward to kiss him.
“Who’d have thought it, three orgasms in one session,” I said, extremely impressed by his masculinity and efforts to pleasure me.
I can honestly say, yes, the fourth of July fireworks came to me this evening.
Ben
I stirred when I heard the birds chirping outside the open window, and a light breeze blew through the lace curtain. But that wasn’t the best part of the glorious start to the day; I had my arm wrapped around Lindsey. The warmth of her body embraced my skin, and her shallow panting breaths fell across my chest. I rolled my eyes down to look at her sleeping. She appeared so peaceful and happy, and most of all, content. I had to admit to myself, this could be a situation I got used to, very quickly indeed. Waking up with a beautiful woman by my side, what could be better than that?
I looked at Lindsey in a different light altogether, now. Of course, it was great waking up with her, but really? Coming back after all these years and I end up falling for the same woman who cheated on me? I still didn’t know the truth. My mind said one thing and my heart said another.
Is such a thing possible, and isn’t it a bit stupid—stupid of me?
How the hell can something like this happen?
Lindsey muttered in her sleep and lifted her hand to rub her face. She looked like someone who was harmless and wouldn’t hurt a fly. But, looks could be deceiving, and she did what she did, and I hadn’t forgotten how it all ended. I don’t think I ever would.
Friction. I guessed it had built up at some point since Lindsey had surprisingly ended up back in my life. I didn’t want to drag up old memories, and I noticed Lindsey had it on her mind most of the time. So, at some point, something would have to give.
Lindsey opened her eyes and smiled up at me with her gorgeous blue eyes. She adjusted her body and wrapped her leg around my thighs. All thoughts of her cheating vanished when her foot rubbed up my leg; all I thought about was what it was like to make love to such a good-looking woman.
Her arms stretched when she sat up, and the bedsheet fell from her breasts. Lindsey giggled and made no attempt to cover her naked body.
“You ready for some breakfast?” I asked.
Lindsey smiled and messed with her hair, tying it into a bun. Her breasts jutted toward me as her hands bundled her long locks behind her head. I marveled at her plump breasts and her nipples which looked hard, and so damned delectable.
Lindsey giggled and replied. “Go on, sure, if you’re offering.” She glanced at me and saw I was staring and my eyes were fixed on her curves. She playfully pushed her hands over her breasts to hide her nipples. “These are for later.”
I huffed and swung my legs off the bed and stood. I turned back to face her and saw her eyes. They’d dropped to my groin area. I raised my hand and covered my shaft.
“Same goes for this,” I replied, chuckling and grabbing a pair of shorts and a t-shirt.
I headed downstairs and felt the coolness of the tiled kitchen floor against my feet. I scooped coffee into the machine and dropped in a new filter. The switch glowed red when I flicked it to on, and I set about cooking us up a big breakfast. A couple of sunny side ups and bacon with a few rounds of toast would start us off well.
The bacon spat and crackled as I heard the patter of feet on the floor. Lindsey stood behind me and wrapped her arms around my waist. “Smells good,” she said.
I told her to set the table because it’d only be a couple of minutes before it was ready. The toaster was about to pop up for the last time while the bacon crisped and glowed a golden brown around the edges.
I dropped slices onto the plates to accompany the eggs and slid plates over the counter toward Lindsey. She placed them on the table while I filled the two mugs with steaming hot coffee. We sat and tucked in, and Lindsey made a bacon and egg, toasted sandwich. Yolk dribbled down the corner of her mouth when she took a huge bite. I stood to refill the coffee when there was a knock at the door.
Who the hell’s that at this time of the day?
I put the mugs on the kitchen counter and walked to the front door. I popped open the catch and peered outside. Jacob’s faced peeked out at me as my mom held him at head height.
“Hi, Dada!” Jacob called out.
I glanced over my shoulder, and Lindsey looked back in my direction. Now, this wasn’t a situation I knew how to handle.
I pulled open the door. “Come in Mom,” I said. Mom stepped inside amidst a gush of cold air which followed her in. The chill fired up the back of my spine while I closed the door again. I shuddered and took hold of Jacob’s fingers while we walked toward the dining area. “You’re early, Mom?”
“You know, I thought it better to come early and get it out of the way. Jacob was already awake and pestering me for you.”
I nodded and smiled. “You want a coffee?” I asked.
I picked up the two mugs as Mom followed me into the kitchen. She leaned against the counter with her back toward Lindsey. “It’s nice to see you two getting on like a house on fire,” Mom whispered. She’d always been a gossiper, even if the person could hear. Lindsey couldn’t hear because she carried on eating her toast and watching Jacob walk around the living room. “You always did look good together.”
“Mom!” I glared at her. It’d take more than that for me to scare her. No matter how tough and ex-SEAL I was. My mom would always be tougher.
“I always liked Lindsey, you know. She’s a good girl, and she’s done well for herself while you were away. But you know all about her business, and I see you know she’s grown up into a fine woman,” Mom commented. I handed her a mug of coffee and carried on filling the others.
“It’s not so easy like it was before,” I whispered.
“Ridiculous, you two seem to be doing just fine.” Mom clasped her mug in both hands and leaned away from the counter. “I always liked Lindsey more than your ex. She wasn’t a nice person at all, and the only good thing to come from her was Jacob.”
I shook my head. Mom possessed a bad habit of gossiping on for way too long on subjects she didn’t know much about. I admitted to myself again that she was right. My ex wasn’t the best, and how I put up with her for so long, I really didn’t know. Perhaps it was because I’d had the SEALs to keep me company. Without them, it could’ve been over much sooner.
“Your right, as always,” I said with a certain tone in my voice.
“Don’t be so damned cheeky,” Mom replied. “You’re not too big to put over my knee and spank your ass.” She giggled and turned toward the dining table.
We watched while Jacob pottered around the furniture and checked if there was anything new lying around. He checked all the drawers and then headed toward Lindsey who remained firmly planted at the table. He walked up and dragged my chair from under the table. He climbed up on top and rested his hands on the edge.
Lindsey seemed to have stiffened in her reactions. Jacob raised his hand and pointed at her plate. “Bacon.”
“Yes, it’s bacon,” she replied.
“Bacon, hungry.” Jacob held out his hand, signaling he wanted some bacon. Lindsey turned to me, and I nodded to say that it was okay. It’d keep him quiet for a while, or at least until Mom decided to vanish.
Maybe it was a bad idea for her to stay over.
It could be too much too soon, and this wouldn’t help sort out old differences. If anything, it might shove them further out of the way. Shit, the damned friction could build up even more. I shook my head. If it wasn’t hard enough sorting out our past to move in whatever direction we’d be faced with, this sort of situation showed me that we might not ever get it sorted. There it was again, the cloud of what still hung over us all of these years. It might remain there for much longer than either of us would like.
Mom being Mom noticed that the atmosphere had changed. She rinsed her mug and said she’d better head off and leave us all to it. She said again how much she’d always liked Lindsey, and how I needed to make sure I didn’t screw it up this time. But I was in two minds about whether or not to say it wasn’t me who screwed it up the first time around. Because it was Lindsey who’d cheated on me, and not the other way around.
Did I still believe it?
“I’m going,” Mom whispered.
I was the good son and said thanks for looking after Jacob and gave her a smile. She’d heard it loads of times, and it meant the world to her, having us back in Colorado. It was better than the service you’d get from a babysitter. One who wouldn’t have him overnight and, in the end, would cost more.
“Thanks, Mom,” I whispered, while I leaned on the edge of the door. The cold wind battered the side of the house, and she pulled her coat up around her neck. The early morning winds sure did confuse the best of people. The sun was rising, but it was as cold as hell, and enough to chill anyone’s bones.