I grab Ben and slide my hands in his hair, lightly tugging at it. My lips are on his and I’m pushing my tongue into his mouth. Ben doesn’t protest and lets me explore his mouth, taking control. He’s into it too, matching my actions with his own. He nips and licks my lips while his hands roam up and down my body. My hands have found his arms then scratch down his back through his green Henley.
He groans as I force myself closer to him. He pulls away from me, catching his breath and looking me in the eyes. His eyes are black with lust. “I want a kiss like that from you every time we’re together.” He steps back and starts taking dinner out to the table completely bypassing the island counter. I’ve set the table and we’re now sitting down to enjoy our meal. “The wine! I forgot it, hang on a second.” And he runs into the kitchen.
As he’s getting it I see a man approach the front door and ring the doorbell. I can see him and he can see me from where I’m sitting. I get up to go to the door, and Ben comes straight out from the kitchen.
“Good evening, Sir, I’m just wondering if you’re happy with your current cable provider?” the man starts saying. There’s something not quite right about this situation.
I look down the road and see a car about a mile away, parked. The dark car looks to be a new sports car. I can’t make out the model because of how far away it is, but something doesn’t feel quite right. Ben’s trying to get rid of the guy, but he’s persistent and his eyes are not entirely focused on Ben, but more on the layout of Ben’s house.
I open the door and smile at the man, extending my hand out to shake his. “Sorry, what was your name?” I ask him as sweetly as I can.
“Simon. From Cablevision,” he says, grabbing my hand to shake it. And that’s when it happens. I get that cold feeling travel up my arm, and the serpent bite hits my hand. Evil is lurking. He’s not Simon from Cablevision.
“Thank you so much Simon, but we’re very happy with our cable provider. Enjoy your day,” I say as I let Simon's hand go. In one movement I step back, closing the security door on him, ending any further conversation. Simon turns and walks away, presumably next door. Ben returns to the dinner table and sits. I can’t go and watch where Simon goes because Ben’s watching and waiting for me. But I linger for a second as I close and lock the front door.
“Come on, beautiful, I’m hungry and I don’t want our dinner to get cold. I’ve just poured you a glass of wine.”
The rest of the night goes well and I find out Ben’s passionate about his family. His parents passed away about six years ago, when a drunk driver smashed into their car as they were returning from his sisters’, Emily’s wedding. I can see the hurt in Ben’s eyes when he tells me that, but he’s candid and honest in the way he talks to me.
It’s more than I can offer him. I ask Ben how long he’s lived here and he tells me he bought the land and built the house about eight years ago.
He also told me his love of cooking comes from when he was younger, helping his Mom in the kitchen. He thought seriously about a life as a chef when he was in school. He said it was a difficult decision for him, but he chose to become a police officer because he wanted to do good in the world, and if he could save just one person’s life, he had done his job.
I ask him about the drug haul I saw him give a brief interview on TV about. “Tell me about it, Ben. You said in the interview you were waiting to intercept a gun haul but it ended up being cocaine. How’d you get it so wrong?” I give him a bit of a friendly dig with my shoulder, trying to keep the conversation light, but everything he tells me will help me end his life, and get me closer to who’s after him.
“I have a CI–a confidential informant –who I’ve been working with for a while, and she’s been giving me information. She’s very secretive and only lets me meet her at certain times of the day. No one knows about her, not even Ethan. She was telling me about a gun shipment coming, in which was the truck carrying the cocaine. We were expecting to find all sorts of artillery; we were supposed to find Smith & Wesson, Remingtons, Beratas, Glocks. Oh sorry, they’re types of weapons. Here I am rambling on which makes and you’re looking at me with that blank look on your face. Of course you wouldn’t know what I’m talking about.”
The wetness in my panties has just increased and listening to this man talk about guns is turning me on, out of this world. I think I could come just by hearing him talk about guns like that. I’m watching his mouth and I’m breathing heavy as he’s saying something and all I can hear is ‘Glocks’ repeating in my head in Ben’s suave voice. I launch at Ben from the dinner table and start assaulting his delectable lips.
“Say it again. You’re fucking sexy when you talk about guns.” I’m all over him and the desire’s overwhelming. I’ve been stopping the heat between us at every chance I can so I don’t feel any emotions for him. But this time, I don’t think I can stop.
“Sig,” he says as I’m straddling his legs on the dining room chair.
“Colt, Beneli, Winchester,” he moans as I take my shirt off and grab his hands and roughly press them to my breasts. He shoves his dinner plate away and it falls to the floor, smashing to pieces. He lays me out on the table and starts kissing a trail down my neck. His lips find their way down my stomach to my belly button.
I sit up and grab his shirt, whipping it off his body. It rips down the front as I pull it off his shoulders. I undo his zipper as he works his way between my thighs, running his hands to my back where he unclasps my bra and drops it to the side.
He unzips my jeans and pulls them off. My hands don’t leave his body. His hands and mouth are not leaving any part of me either. The sheer desperation between us is now unbearable.
“Wrap your legs around me. I don’t want to hurt you here on this hard table. I want to take you to my bed.”
I’m trying to fight this connection we share. I’m attempting to force the fact that he’s Hit 149 to the front of my mind, but I can’t stop. He’s perfect for me the way he is. The way he’s been honest with me about everything.
I wrap my legs around his waist and he starts kissing me again. This time there’s no desperation. There’s no sense of urgency. It’s like we’re the only two people in this world and now we’ll take our time to show the passion we both feel.
He walks us down the hall toward the back of his house and opens his bedroom door. “Anna I’ve wanted to take my time with you from the moment I saw you at the supermarket. I’ve wanted my mouth all over your body.” His tongue and mouth slowly glide over my neck.
He carefully lays me on his bed so gently. Ben lies next to me, close, but not touching. He brings his hand up and runs his knuckles down the side of my face while he stares into my eyes. He lowers his mouth to sweep lightly across my collarbone; I let out a low moan as I close my eyes and enjoy his gentle touch.
Ben moves his hand down through the valley between my breasts and traces the outline of my stomach. He stops at my panties and gently pulls them down to my knees. I open my eyes when he breaks contact only to see him standing at the foot of the bed, removing my panties the rest of the way and taking off his boxer shorts. He stands completely exposed as he appreciates my body.
“You really are the most beautiful creature I’ve ever laid eyes on. I want to please you tonight, my gorgeous girl. Please, stay the night with me.” Seductively, I smile. Ben positions himself on the bed next to me and I turn into him. Our hands rediscover the curves of each other’s body, our lips causing an inferno wherever they touch.
We kneel on the bed facing each other. I suck on his nipple and swirl my tongue around it, and it instantly pebbles in my mouth as my hands slide up the nape of his neck and gently tug his hair back so I have more access to his chest.
He pulls my head towards him, silently telling me he likes what I’m doing. He grumbles and his eyes roll to the back of his head while I lick and suck his neck and nip at his shoulder.
My hands range over his body, discovering every line, muscle, and curve to his hard
physique. “Lay down, baby,” he coos, guiding me at the same time his mouth’s caressing the junction of my shoulder and neck. Ben keeps kissing my body, starting off with gentle, feather-light grazes on my forehead.
Then his lips move on to the tip of my nose, which leads down my neck, all the while his hands massages my body. His mouth is slowly moving down from my neck to my right breast. He takes the nipple in his mouth, rolling his tongue around as his hand pays attention to my other breast.
He stops and looks up at me with hunger in his eyes as his fingers pinch my nipples. Ben lowers his head and begins sucking and biting down to my belly button, he trails kisses from hip to hip. He’s taking his time with me, not hurrying any part of his sensual attack. I lay back fisting the sheets. My mind relaxes and I feel free.
Free from the world I live in.
Free from stresses surrounding me.
Free from my biggest worry, having to end Ben’s life.
“Ben, that feels amazing,” I sigh.
“Say my name again.” My legs shamelessly open as Ben starts kissing down my thighs all the way to my toes. Slowly, he runs his tongue back up the inside of my thighs, stopping just short of my perfectly manicured mound. He laps my folds, just teasing me with his tongue for the longest time until I moan in frustration. His tongue finally finds its way to my clit as he flicks it with his tongue.
“Ben that’s just…oh my God.” I’m breathing heavy as he curls his tongue inside me, bringing it out to lick just my clit then thrusting it back into my pussy.
I grab his head and grind into his face, riding his mouth and tongue. He lets out a small chuckle but doesn’t dare break the connection between us. His tongue’s lapping up my juices and he grabs my thighs, dragging me down the bed to bring my pussy closer to him.
His entire face is covered in me as he licks with more determination and at a quicker pace. He lets go of one of my thighs and he enters two fingers into my pussy, curling them up as he’s stroking to hit just the right spot.
“Anna you’re so tight and your pussy’s delicious.” Ben’s voice is filled with hunger.
I can feel the tension mounting in my toes and slowly travelling up my legs. “Ben, I’m close.” His tongue is relentless; he’s sucking and licking as his fingers massage me. My stomach clenches and I scream out, “Ben.” I try to close my legs and push him away but he stays glued in that one spot taking everything I give him. My hands are clasping the sheets and my heart’s beating so fast I think it’s about to take off.
Once I start calming down Ben finds my mouth and starts kissing me. I can taste myself on him and I lick all over his face, reveling in my own taste. He moans into my mouth. I flip him on his back and straddle his hips, “My turn.”
“Good God, Anna. You don’t have to return the favor, I wanted to do that. I think I found my new favorite place.” His hands are on my hips and are travelling up my body as he sits up so we’re nose to nose.
“Baby,” I lean in really close to his ear and whisper, “I’m going to drive you wild.” His eyes cloud over as he starts kissing me. I push him back down and slowly start peppering his face and jaw with kisses. His hands are running over my ribs with the lightest of touches. I suck his earlobe in my mouth and he turns his head slightly to give me better access.
“Anna,” he whispers. I lick from his earlobe to the top of his shoulder while my hands travel down to his stomach. I straddle his hips as my hands run down his chest. “Oh,” he struggles to speak. “That’s the best feeling in the world, your hands all over me.” Ben closes his eyes and enjoys the contact. I’m kissing down his chest, paying attention to his nipples, as my hands trail where I’ve been kissing.
I position myself between Ben’s legs and just lightly lick the head of his cock. “Holy shit,” he cries out. I look up at him to see he’s looking down at me. I give him smile both with my eyes and with my mouth. He’s up on his forearms watching; I lick down the length of his cock, teasing the vein beneath.
He’s still admiring me as I take him in my mouth. I move my lips up and down with one hand around his base and with the other hand, I cup Ben’s balls and gently massage them.
He groans and throws his head back while still up on his forearms. I pull my mouth away and his head snaps up so he can look into my eyes. Lifting myself up to my knees as he watches me, I bring my hand to my clit and start rubbing the way I like. I’m watching Ben watching me and his mouth’s now open and his eyes are so large they are an almost perfect circle.
“I’m not going to last long if you keep doing that, baby.” I stop pleasuring myself and take him in mouth again. I’m using my hand and my mouth and he grabs my hair, guiding my head to move how he wants. I can feel his cock getting harder and it pulsates in my mouth.
“Anna, I’m going to come. Stop now.” A small smile comes to my lips and I suck even harder, running my tongue over the head then hollowing out my cheeks and pulling Ben further into my throat. “Stop, I just can’t stop if you…oh, fuck me.” He thrusts once up in my mouth as salty ribbons hit the back of my throat. I keep sucking and swirling my tongue around him, swallowing everything he’s giving me.
His breathing is labored, his face completely flushed and his body trembles with satisfaction. I look up at him as he grabs my shoulders and hauls me up his body. He kisses me with so much passion and desire. “That was out of this world.” My knees are on either side of his hips as he sits up again so we’re nose to nose. “Just wait, baby, I need to put a condom on.” He’s already hard again and ready to go.
“Hang on, my bag’s in the family room.”
As I start to get up, he grabs my arm. “I have some here, beautiful.” He leans over to his bedside table and opens the top drawer, pulling a silver foil packet out. He rips it open with his teeth and starts putting it on.
“Wait, let me.” I stop him and grab the condom.
“I think I’m about to come again now that I know you want to do this.”
“Baby, let me take care of you,” I croon. I roll the condom over him using both my hands and my mouth. He’s in a sitting position and I climb up and maneuver him into my pussy. I slide down and take him all in. Simultaneously, we both throw our heads back, moaning together. I start moving slowly as I stretch to accommodate his large size.
I’m moving up and down, rolling my hips. He has one arm out behind him on the bed supporting both our bodies and he has one arm around my waist, holding on to me as I’m rocking back and forth.
We’re looking straight into each other’s eyes, and so much passion is flowing between us. He leans forward, bringing my body flat against his and starts kissing me. His tongue dances with mine as I’m rocking and pushing his cock deeper into my pussy.
“Ben I’m going to come,” I whisper into his mouth as our lips are locked together.
“I’m not going to last either.”
I’m rocking and moving faster while the delicious feeling of an orgasm is tightening in my belly. Ben slides his hand between us and starts rubbing circles on my clit, and that pushes me over the edge. I keep moving, riding out my orgasm.
Ben thrusts up twice and finds his own release, even as his face is buried in the crook of my neck, kissing and licking me as I hold him as close as I can to my body.
We both have a thin layer of sweat over our bodies and Ben keeps his arms tightly around me. He’s not saying or doing anything. His lips are still on my neck while his breathing slows. I’m running my hands all through his hair and lightly scratching his back.
“Sweetheart, what you’re doing to me with your hands is going to make me want you again. My body needs ten minutes to recuperate.” He lets out a small laugh and looks me in the eyes. I let him go and start maneuvering my body so I’m lying next to him. “No,” he almost yells at me, “I didn’t say I wanted you to move, I’m just saying not to scratch my back and tug at my hair.”
I smile and shake my head. “Ben, we have all night. I think you can go clean up, I’ll stil
l be here when you come back.”
“You’re staying with me tonight?” it’s more of a question than a statement and Ben looks surprised.
I nod. “We have tonight.” That sentence saddens me, because after tonight I need to kill him.
Ben gets up and goes to the bathroom as I lay down on my stomach. My hair’s fanned out on the pillow and my head’s turned toward the side Ben will be laying on. I don’t intend to sleep a lot tonight. I intend on making the most of our last night together.
Ben returns and lies down next to me. His hand is running through my hair and this feels really personal to me.
“Anna, being with you these last few days, the way we move together, it just shows me how much we belong together,” he says quietly. His hand has moved down to my back and is now drawing slow lazy circles just above my ass.
Ben’s hand on my back feels like an inferno blazing along my skin. I get goose bumps everywhere he touches. “I know Ben. I feel it too. Let’s not overthink whatever this is and let’s just…be.”
We spend the rest of the night not saying a lot to each another, but taking turns worshipping the other’s body. Our bodies come together three more times before dawn breaks over the horizon. Constantly touching, caressing, honoring, and pleasuring each other.
The sun rises and I know I need to leave. Ben’s fallen into a light slumber and I move to get my clothes. “I don’t want you to go.” Ben’s sad words are so real I feel them in my heart.
“I know, baby.” I sit on the bed next to him.
“Then don’t leave.” He snakes his arms around my waist and kisses my upper arm. “Ever. Just stay with me. We can make this work.”
A tear escapes my eye and I look away from Ben. This is so much more difficult than I ever expected it to be. Ben has possessed every part of my body, mind, and soul and I suspect I have the same effect on him.
He sees my tear and quickly sits up in bed just holding me to him. I want to stay, but I know I can’t. My heart’s in turmoil and I’m trying to will my body to get up and leave but it’s defying my mind; it’s not betraying my heart though. My heart belongs here with Ben. It belongs to Ben.
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