by Sam Crescent
Crossing her legs, she felt the friction the movement caused between her thighs. Most of her days were spent in a constant state of arousal. Would it hurt to touch herself and to give herself some kind of pleasure?
Running her hands down her sides she settled both hands at the apex of her thighs. A moan escaped her lips at the first touch.
Licking her lips she tugged her pyjama pants off. Spreading her legs wide, she teased one finger through her folds. She was hot to the touch and wet.
There was nothing wrong with giving herself this kind of release. She needed it, and her sanity needed it as well.
Sinking a finger into her pussy, she let out a groan. She was so turned on and horny.
****
Ben closed the door behind him, throwing the book he’d picked up from the postal surface on the counter near the door. He put his keys in the dish and tugged off his coat. It was cold out, but with his heat he barely felt it. He’d learned at a young age to put a coat on. Humans always looked at him strange if he was caught with his shirt off walking around in the winter.
He ran hotter than most men, and just recently he’d been unable to stop the heat. Ben was burning up with need. Being around Heather every day and not able to touch her was pure torture. At night he regularly took care of his needs. His fist was not a comfort. Every time he fell asleep he dreamed about being inside Heather’s tight heat.
What wasn’t helping was her arousal. Everywhere he went, the scent of her need followed her. She was always red hot and wet. He didn’t even need to touch her to know how slippery she’d be.
“Heather?” He called out her name without any response.
Listening for her, he heard the pleasured moan escape her lips.
Frowning, he started up the stairs careful not to make a noise. Was there another man here? No, Heather was not the type of woman to take on another man when she had him.
Taking the steps two at a time, he stopped as he went to her door. It was open showing him exactly what she was doing.
There was no other man, and he felt like a total bastard for thinking there was. He really needed to get his trust issues under control.
He stood frozen watching as her fingers worked between her creamy slit. Her legs were wide open, and his vision was perfect. He saw how wet she was. Her cream was dripping down to the puckered entrance of her ass.
His cock thickened, unbearably tight.
“Ben,” she said, moaning.
Heather was thinking about him?
Her arousal filled the room, drifting toward him. His mouth watered. She would be perfect and sweet.
“Please, more,” she said. If she was vocal while finger-fucking herself, he wondered what she’d be like when he finally got his cock inside her.
Shit, he needed to stop thinking about this.
Ben watched her fuck two fingers inside her cunt. Rubbing his cock through his jeans, he couldn’t turn away. He should back away without looking at her. The sight was more than he’d ever hoped for. She still wore her bed shirt while her pants had been thrown off the bed. Her creamy thighs were spread. It would be so easy for him to walk toward her, settle between her legs and take her.
She’d be tight and hot.
He couldn’t handle it anymore. The jeans were too tight, and it was hurting him to keep still.
Unbuckling his belt, Ben pulled his erect flesh out of the confines of the jeans. The tip was already slick, and he stroked the length, coating it with his natural lube.
Ben saw how close she was. He witnessed the tightening of her ass and pussy as she brought herself closer to the edge.
Her cries erupted seconds later, and he saw her cream flow out of her. She was so fucking beautiful. He wanted to drink from her.
Pumping his shaft, he froze as her eyes landed on him. She sat up.
“Ben?” She spoke his name, and he detected the shock in her voice.
Feeling like a pervert, he pulled up his jeans. This was the last thing he’d ever wanted. “I’m sorry,” he said, feeling like a teenager being caught with his pants down his ankles.
“Don’t. Stop.” He paused as she came off the bed and toward him.
Both hands were tugging up his jeans, but he stopped to watch her move. Her pussy was covered by the tails of her shirt. He’d give anything to have her naked.
“Do you want to?” Heather asked.
“What?” He was losing himself. He was supposed to be the one in control, and yet he was stumbling over everything. Even after her orgasm, Heather smelled like pure, unadulterated need.
“Touch yourself. Do you want to touch yourself, and do you want to touch me?” she asked. There was a hesitation in her voice. He’d give anything to wipe it out. He despised her hesitation, even more so because he was the cause.
“More than anything.” He answered her without holding anything back.
She reached up presenting her fingers to his lips. “Do you want to taste me?” she asked.
Wrapping his fingers around her arm, he brought her arm close. The smell grew stronger the closer she came. Opening his lips, he sucked her into his mouth. Her musky taste erupted on his tongue, making him groan.
Heather gasped, coming flush against him.
She shocked him further by pressing one of his hands against her face. There was no tension or disgust present.
Sucking the cream from her fingers, Ben released her.
“What’s going on?” he asked, confused, excited, and downright nervous about what it all meant.
“I need you to touch me. I’m not ready to go further, but I want your hands on me.” Heather didn’t break eye contact. Staring into her eyes, Ben saw the honesty written inside her.
Reaching out, Ben waited for her to flinch away. Nothing happened. She waited for him to touch her. Cupping her cheek, he was amazed by her soft, creamy flesh. Both hands held her face, and he leaned in close, resting his head against hers.
“You’ve no idea how long I’ve wanted to hold you,” he said.
“I wasn’t ready. I’m ready now.” Her hands held onto his arms with her nails sinking into his flesh.
He groaned. His tiger was close to the surface. Rubbing his cheek against hers, he satisfied the tiger within.
“Please, can we at least try to be together, touching?” she asked.
“For you, Heather, I’d do anything. I’d be anything. All you ever need to do is ask, and it’s yours.”
Ben growled as she gripped his cock in her tight fist. She led the way to her bed, using her grip on his shaft.
“I’m prepared to try,” she said.
He had no choice but to follow her. Her grip on his shaft guaranteed her control.
She turned and pushed him to the bed. Before he could right himself she straddled his waist.
“What are you doing?” he asked, worried in case of her rejection.
“Getting what I want.”
In the next breath her lips were on his, and Ben went straight to heaven. His woman, his mate, was on his lap, kissing him. There was nothing better to have in his life than her.
Chapter Eleven
Heather wanted to scream for joy. Ben was underneath her and was allowing her to take the lead. She knew his natural response was to take over, but he was giving her this. Dana would want all the details, and Heather wouldn’t be giving any. This was all hers, and she wasn’t sharing with anyone. The length of his cock pulsed between her thighs. She was aware of her naked state pressing along his length.
Breaking the kiss, she stared into his eyes. This was the closest they’d been since that night when he’d marked her. There was no anger or fear inside her. Grabbing his hand, she placed his fingers over her scar on her nose.
“Heather,” he said.
“I want you to feel them. I trust you, Ben.”
She’d memorised the marks all on her own. His fingers swept down her face, caressing the marks.
“They don’t change what you mean to me.”
/> “I know.” In the last few weeks she’d seen a whole new side to the man underneath her.
His hands dropped to the button of her top. Taking a deep breath she nodded her head. Now was the time; she felt it deep inside. She’d never been more ready than she was now. He unbuttoned her shirt, pushing the fabric off her shoulders. There was another scar on her back and across her chest. They were not as prominent and were faint.
“You were in so much pain. I’ll never forget your screams.”
Leaning forward she brushed her lips against his. She didn’t need him to remember the moment.
“It’s over now.”
She reached down and found the edge of his shirt. Pulling it up his body, she exposed his chest.
He was huge. Stroking her fingers over his chest, she lingered on the tattoos decorating his skin.
“You’re so handsome,” she said, running her fingers to his nipples.
Ben let out a growl, changing positions so he was on top.
She opened her thighs, giving him room to lie.
“You’re going to drive me insane,” he said.
“That’s the idea.”
“I’m so fucking lucky.” He kissed her lips, sucking her bottom lip into his mouth.
Heather moaned, thrusting up to meet his touch. “Yes,” she said, gasping. He kissed down her neck, licking the lines down to her throat.
“Every shifter will know who you belong to.”
His words made her cunt pulse. She was so attuned to him.
Sinking her fingers into his hair, she guided him down. Ben took one of her breasts in his mouth, biting on the tip.
“More,” she said. Her need was verging on desperation. It was like the orgasm she’d given herself hadn’t existed. She had to have more.
“Your nipples are so big. I could spend all day sucking on them.”
He tempted her with his words.
“Tell me you want this, Heather.”
“I want this.”
“Good, I can’t deny you. I need this.”
Ben kissed down her body, taking his time to bring her more pleasure. Already he was wiping out the memory of Mark. Her ex had nothing on Ben. He was a master and she his pet.
His hands went to her waist. She wasn’t even conscious of her excess weight. Ben was rock hard, and she saw him erect, waiting for attention. Even with him rock hard, he was dealing with her needs first.
Lying back on the bed, Heather closed her eyes, waiting. His hands moved down to the inside of her thighs, spreading her open.
“Watch me, baby,” he said.
Leaning up on her arms, she watched as he opened her folds with his thumbs. She kept her pubic hair neatly trimmed. Ben didn’t seem to mind. “I can get my hair waxed if you’d prefer.”
“No, nothing is happening to your pussy. I like you just the way you are.”
How could a woman not fall for him?
His tongue went from her clit down to her entrance. She watched as he pierced her with his tongue.
“Oh … my … God.” She screamed the words while Ben fucked her with his tongue.
When she thought she’d die from the pleasure, Ben left her cunt to circle her clit, bringing her closer to orgasm.
Fisting the sheets, Heather was assaulted by the pleasure he was creating. She didn’t know what to hold onto, his hair or the bed.
He let go of one side of her lips to penetrate her with his finger.
“So tight, so pretty, and all mine.”
She squeezed him tight as he fucked her with one finger and then another. He knew exactly what to do with her body to bring out every sensation.
Ben kept her on the edge of bliss, never allowing her to cross over.
“Watching you finger your pussy was amazing, Heather. I want to watch you do everything.”
“Fuck me,” she said. The words took her by surprise.
He shook his head. “No, you’re not ready for that. I’m doing this. We’ll wait for everything else.”
Growling in frustration, she flopped to the bed.
Ben brought her back up when he bit down on her clit and thrust three fingers inside her.
She saw the sinful look on his face. Heather loved his teasing.
Freezing in place, Heather stared down at him. Love. It was such a simple four-letter word. Plenty of people used it.
When had her thoughts turned to love for Ben?
“Come for me, baby.”
From his instruction alone, Heather came all over his face. She cried out as wave upon wave pulsed over her.
Ben licked, sucked, and nibbled on her clit, drawing everything out.
When she collapsed to the bed, begging him to stop, Heather was shaking for another reason besides the orgasm.
Was she in love with Ben?
How could it be possible to be in love with the man who’d ruined her life?
Had he really ruined her life?
She was the happiest she’d ever been.
“Did I meet with my woman’s approval?” he asked, sitting up in the bed.
Opening her eyes she watched him lick his lips. His chin glistened from her juices.
“I more than approve.” She smiled. Gazing down his body she saw the evidence of his need to find release. “I could help you with that.”
“I’m good.”
“You’re not going to let me help you?” she asked, hurt.
“Only if you want to. You’ve already given me more than I anticipated.” He took her hand in his kissing her fingers each in turn.
“You’re actually an incredibly sweet guy, aren’t you?”
She stared at him seeing the truth in his eyes. Heather had known all along, but not once had Ben treated her with anything but respect.
He leaned close. “Don’t tell anyone. I’ve got a hard reputation to keep up.”
“Your secret is safe with me. Now, what can I do to help you with your release?”
****
Heather’s hand stroked up inside his thigh, and he was fighting not to blow right there and then. He wasn’t a nice guy. A lot of men and women would tell her differently. Heather made him different. She made him want to be the better man.
When he thought of the women he’d been a bastard to, Ben was filled with guilt. Even though he wouldn’t change who he’d become. If he’d not kept everyone away from him, he would have never found Heather. She was his future.
He wrapped her fingers around his erection, showing her how he liked to be touched. Ben should give her more time, but he needed release. Her tight cunt wrapped around his tongue would stay with him for forever.
“That’s how I like to be touched, firm with no nails.”
“You’re rock hard.”
“I’m rock hard because of you. I’ve never tasted a woman as sweet as you. You should get used to me being between your thighs more often.”
“Oh, I like the sound of that.” Her smile was bright.
Tucking some of her cherry brown hair off her face, Ben stared into her eyes. He was totally in love with her. There was no other person in the world he’d rather be with than her.
Following her movements with his hand over hers, Ben got her thumb to rub over his slit where he was leaking pre-cum.
“Coat the tip and then slide it down to the base.”
He was shaking from his need to come. Ben took a deep breath, and he stared at her body. Her tits bounced as she fisted his cock.
Ben let go of her hand and knelt over her body. She lay down, looking up at him. Reaching over, he fingered her breast, watching her nipple harden.
“I love your body.”
“It’s not too big?”
“No, it’s perfect and mine.”
He ran his hands down the curve of her waist to rest on her hip. She was so full and ripe. He’d be able to fuck her so hard and really show her his passion. That would happen in time. For now, he was happy to touch, caress, and bring her to orgasm using his hands.
She worked his length, making it hard for him to think. Caressing his fingers up the inside of her thighs, he watched her open to him. Heather’s body was already opening to him like it was meant to.
They were destined to be together.
Slipping a finger into her core, he let out a moan. Her snug cunt tightened around his finger. She was sucking him in deep. Heather had him wound so tight he didn’t know where or who he was most of the time.
Was this how his father had felt? Had the feelings terrified his father as much as they did him?
“I’m close,” he said, adding a second finger to her pussy.
She was thrusting up to meet him. Pressing his thumb to her swollen clit, Ben gave her another orgasm, and she catapulted him into his first. They came together, their cries mingling on the air. He leaned over her, his hand fisting the sheet next to her waist.
His seed spilt over her stomach, coating her skin.
Staring into her face he saw pleasure and something else he couldn’t decipher.
“You’re amazing,” he said.
“You’re not so bad yourself.”
Lifting her in his arms, Ben carried her through to the bathroom. He wasn’t accepting no for an answer. Dumping her in the shower, he climbed in after her, hitting the dial to turn it on.
Heather squealed as cold water rained down on them.
“You did that on purpose. This is not fair.”
She tried to push him away, but he wouldn’t let her budge.
“With the heat coming off you, baby, you need a cold shower.”
Ben grunted as she punched him in the stomach. Considering she was human, she packed a punch.
“I spoke to Dana. She told me you could smell my need.”
“I can.”
“So, as my mate, isn’t it your responsibility to take care of me? If I was desperate and in need then it was your responsibility to make sure I came.”
She looked so damn cute with her arms folded. Water fell over her hair, making her blink, but to Ben she was so damn sexy. She wasn’t afraid to hit him, and it was more than he’d ever thought possible.
“I’m going to hurt Dana. She shouldn’t have given away all my secrets. How many times have you fingered yourself?” he asked.
“That was my first, and I got caught.”
She raised her fist to hit him again. Ben caught her. “Don’t keep hitting me. I’ll take care of you from now on. You need to come, you get me and I’ll give you an earth-shattering orgasm.”