His fingers trailed down, down to her nude mound, and he gave a groan of satisfaction. She was so ready for his touch! He wanted to drop to his knees, to make her scream his name, but he reminded himself to exercise control. Take it slow, we have all night, he told himself.
Ben used his fingers on her, capturing the tender morsel buried between her thighs, teasing her with two fingers. Pleasuring her. And he knew he was when her head fell back and her hips thrust into his hand. Ben carried on his slow torture, the heat flaring as his fingers continued to circle the bud, pressing gently but with determination.
“Ben, don’t make me wait. I’ve wanted you for so long. I need you now.” She guided him into the bedroom, pulling him onto the bed with her. Naked, they fell together, their bodies entwined as he slid into her and made her his.
They made love with a frenzied passion neither of them had felt before. An intensity that left them both gasping for breath. They’d both been unsure and reluctant to let go of the past, but now they were living in the moment and feeding on every second of it. They were hungry for each other. Hungry and desperate to drive away the demons of old and fill themselves with the overwhelming sense of passion and lust they felt for each other.
Ben found himself buried between her thighs, his tongue tasting her greedily, her moans of pleasure driving him to more daring touches, touches that she gasped at. When his fingers slid inside her heated depths, she almost launched herself from the bed, her back arching.
Ben saw her graceful movements and wondered if she’d ever been a dancer, she moved like one. His own passion, his need to feel her wrapped around his cock, had him on the edge of losing control but he held back, waiting for her explosion to come. Only then would he let himself go, only then would he make her his.
When she came apart, her back arched further, her wet folds pressing harder into his face as his tongue grazed at her clit over and over again. He felt her walls clasping at his fingers and knew she’d reached the peak. He waited for it to end, waited for her moans to turn to sighs before he drove into her, his body beyond all endurance.
He sank into her with a grateful moan of pleasure, unsure he’d ever felt something so perfect as Mary’s grasping walls. They were still pulsing from her orgasm and he loved the feel of it. He paused, letting the feeling wash over him, making him harder, thicker, as he slid out of her only to glide right back in.
“So tight, Mary. Fuck, your pussy is so good. It doesn’t want to let me go.”
She stared up at him, avidly watching his face. Her finger stroked his lip as she watched him.
“That’s because your cock is so good, Ben. So fucking good. Let me have it all now, please.” She was drowning for him, for what he could give her.
“Wrap your legs around my waist,” he instructed, helping her by lifting her calf around his hips. His fingers travelled up her leg, to her ass, grasping it, massaging it as she found a new way to ride him. “Later, I’m going to let you ride my cock until you collapse, but right now, right now I’ve waited too long and I have to come, baby. I just have to.”
She cradled him to her as he began his own ride, thrusting into her over and over, until he stiffened, a cry breaking from his throat as he jerked inside of her, around her. She held him, loving every moment of Ben’s pleasure, loving the sounds he made, loving how he made her feel full and whole. When he finished he rolled to the side, one arm over his eyes.
“I’m going to cook for you,” Ben said, as he lay totally exhausted on the bed beside Mary. “I’m going to cook my favourite meal of all time. Food wise, it is all I can offer to match what just happened.”
“Ben? Are you really hungry? Or are you just trying to get away from me?” Mary asked. She too sprawled on the bed, stunned at the passion of their lovemaking.
“Oh I don’t mean now, baby. I don’t think I have the strength to get to the end of the bed just now. No later, maybe after a shower. Then I’ll cook for you,” Ben replied, rolling over to face Mary and falling in love at the sight of her soft sensuous smile.
“We could shower together,” Mary said, nodding towards the arched doorway into the en-suite bathroom. “But not until I find some more energy too. Then yes, I would love for you to cook for me.”
They showered. They made love in the shower and once again collapsed exhausted on the bed. Eventually, they made their way round to Ben’s apartment and he seated Mary at the table in the garden. Ben reappeared with a plate of olives, cheese and bread and a bottle of wine.
“Just to get us started okay?” Ben smiled as he returned to the house and the kitchen.
Mary sat sipping on the delicious red wine as Ben emerged back into the courtyard, his hands loaded with dishes.
“For you, my princess, my favourite recipe,” Ben announced laying down the dishes on the table.
Mary stared at it somewhat bewildered.
“And what might your favourite recipe be Ben? Sure smells a whole lot like garlic,” Mary said peering into the pot.
“Garlic and shrimp fried in olive oil. Trust me. You have to try it to understand. There’s nothing quite like it I don’t think and I’ve tried a lot of food in a lot of places,” Ben said, gesturing to the pot.
Mary ladled a heap of the shrimp and its sauce onto the plate. She sniffed it some more and then tested a shrimp.
“Oh, wow!” she said as she helped herself to another shrimp and dipped a chunk of the fresh local bread into the olive oil sauce.
“Oh my! Yes, that is absolutely delicious. I would never have guessed anything could taste quite like it,” Mary continued, filling her plate with more.
“Good. I’m glad you like it. It’s my favourite go to comfort food,” Ben laughed as he loaded some onto his own plate.
“Comfort food? Surely you don’t need comfort food after a day with me, Ben?” Mary said looking somewhat crestfallen.
“Oh good grief no! No not at all. Maybe comfort food was the wrong phrase. Maybe “Happy food”? You know food that makes me happy or food I like to eat when I’m happy and yes I’m happy, believe me. Happier than I’ve been in years thanks to you,” Ben stammered and stuttered as he tried to pull it back from the brink.
“Well, I should hope so. I’m teasing. Yes, I love your fried shrimp and garlic and I’m glad you made it for me, thank you,” Mary replied smiling back at him.
* * *
With the table cleared, they spent the early evening talking. Both of them had hopes and plans and both wanted to share. Ben hadn’t even considered a relationship again before Mary had appeared and now he so desperately wanted to show her the rest of this beautiful country, and then the rest of the world. The thought shook him, but for once, he went with it, knowing this was something he’d not quite experienced before.
Mary had been a heartbroken and depressed jilted bride before she’d met Ben. Now she couldn’t imagine a day without him. But could it happen? Would Ben ever consider moving to a retreat in the mountains of West Virginia? Someone so well-travelled? It would drive him insane after a week or two. Instead, she told him how much she would love to see the world with him and travel. She just wanted to be with him forever.
As Ben got himself animated about the wonderful places they would visit and Mary sat in amused wonder at his stories, they heard the sound of a car engine up the lane. Lillian and the Vogelsangs had returned.
Ben went into the kitchen and returned with drinks, glasses and a tray of nibbles. He had no doubt that once Lillian and her friends got themselves sat down, it could be a long night and they’d enjoy the refreshments.
Chapter 12
Ben was awake and sat in a chair in the small dining room mulling over a mug of tea and two untouched slices of marmalade on toast. He was in shock and tired. Yesterday had been almost dream-like and he had been so full of joy he was on the point of exploding with it.
Lillian had returned home with the Vogelsangs, sporting a bullfighter’s hat at a jaunty angle. Much to the delight of the Vogelsan
gs, she had worn it for most of the day and all the way home. She had spent the evening sat in Ben’s courtyard, regaling the wonders of Spain and its beautiful Seville as if she were a local. Neither Mary nor Ben had had much chance to get a word in, even less so with Chuck and Edna encouraging her and laughing loudly at each new story.
Since they’d got Lillian home, the excited chatter had never stopped until the early hours, and Ben was exhausted and frustrated. There had been a lot to think about and he would have liked to have done it in peace with Mary. Still, he smiled. Lillian had obviously had a fantastic time and loud as they may be, the Vogelsangs were great company.
But Mary? What was he going to do about Mary? Yes, he’d fallen head over heels in love with her, no doubt about it. But was he really ready to love again? Ben mulled as he nibbled on a piece of toast.
Mary was up early as well, sat at the garden table with a large mug of coffee and two paracetamol. She too had spent a restless night dwelling on the day before. Somehow she’d have to raise the matter with her mother but knew it wouldn’t be for an hour or two. Lillian had eventually collapsed into bed still giggling and promising she’d barely touched a drop all day, and was just a bit tired from the long drive and could Mary be so kind as to let her sleep in for a while tomorrow.
Lillian made her entrance onto the patio just after noon, looking cheerful in the way only a lie in and painkillers can make one cheerful. She sat herself down on a chair at the garden table and grimaced as she caught a face full of direct sunshine as it sneaked under the large umbrella.
“Ouch, I felt that,” Lillian grumbled. Mary had already gone into the barn and returned with a mug of coffee.
“Here, I’m sure this will help, Mom,” Mary said as she also moved the umbrella to a position that shielded Lillian’s eyes from any more intruding rays of sunshine. “Won’t you get hot in that?” Mary added, pointing to the matador hat Lillian was still wearing.
“I didn’t sleep in it, you know. I just thought it might be useful between the door and the umbrella. Rather cute isn’t it?” Lillian chuckled.
“Yes, very cute, but I hope you’re not planning on it becoming your normal wear. I’d have to walk quite a few feet behind you if you do,” Mary said.
“Oh, heavens no. I thought it would be a wonderful present for your Dad. Always have trouble finding something for Walter. He obviously has too much already. Not sure where he’d wear it, though,” Lillian replied, removing the hat and gazing at it admiringly. She placed it carefully down on the table and began to work on her mug of coffee.
“So, I know how my day went yesterday, well at least the bits I remember, such a lovely couple they are, Chuck and Edna. Such fun. Been all over the world, very well-travelled, they are.” Lillian appeared to be on the verge of a long ramble so Mary sat back and waited with a patient smile.
Lillian took another sip of her coffee, grimaced as a stray beam of light edged into her eyes, and took a deep breath.
Mary nodded at all of the appropriate moments and let Lillian ramble.
“So how was your day, dear? With Ben I mean, obviously. Good was it? Do anything interesting? See anything unusual or exciting?” Lillian asked, smiling and giving a wink.
“I’m sure I have no idea what you’re talking about, Mom. Stop that winking! Yes, we had a wonderful day without you, thank you very much,” Mary said, trying to hide a rueful grin that Lillian still caught.
“Ah indeed? Wonderful was it? Want to tell me about it? Well wait ‘til I reload this coffee. I can’t do early morning intrigue, even if it is the afternoon, without coffee,” Lilian replied as she stood up and headed into the kitchen of the barn.
Mary followed her with her eyes and gazed towards the gate, wondering if Ben might make an appearance before she could say anything to her mother. Perhaps, it would be better if he was here and she could delay the conversation a while until she was ready. Or perhaps now was the best time to let her mother know everything. She sat, toying with her own coffee mug as she pondered how she wanted the discussion to go.
Lillian returned, still sporting her matador hat and set herself down at the table, smiling expectantly at Mary.
“Well? I have coffee and you have gossip. When you’re ready, dear, and be so kind as to move the umbrella a touch more to the left,” Lillian said, shielding her eyes.
“Is it too soon to fall in love again, Mom?” Mary asked, returning Lillian’s expectant stare.
“Love? Well now, that is a tricky one. Are you in love with Ben? Are you not just infatuated with a handsome, intelligent, Englishman? I’m not sure I know. I met your Dad when I was eighteen. Fell in love, got married and never looked anywhere else. Were you in love a few weeks ago when you were getting ready to walk up the aisle with that cretin? Does it feel the same?” Lillian asked, looking as serious as someone could wearing a matador hat and a nightgown.
Mary sat staring at her mother pondering how to answer. She actually wasn’t sure how it had fallen into place as it had, but yes, she knew she was deeply in love with Ben.
“Jason was a huge mistake, Mom. A huge mistake. I understand that now. I guess I thought that was all I was ever going to amount to, you know?” Mary replied.
“I never thought I’d ever leave West Virginia, but here we are. We left the whole continent. Maybe everyone should have a sort of pre-wedding honeymoon or something before they make such a big decision. Yes, I love Ben. More than anything in the whole world.”
“And does Ben love you?” Lillian asked as she removed the matador hat and stared intently back at Mary waiting for an honest answer.
Mary shrugged and gave a grimace.
“I don’t know Mom. He didn’t say so. But yesterday, well...” She paused.
Lillian nodded and said, “Yesterday. Go on.”
“Well yesterday with just the two of us, yes, he sure acted like he did. He acted like I was the only person in the world and he made me feel like I was the only person in the world. Surely he loves me right? Or will?” Mary answered looking somewhat crestfallen at her own inconclusive answer.
“Maybe you should ask him and find out before letting it get too far if it hasn’t already,” Lillian replied, trying to read her daughter for hidden details she hadn’t spilled.
“So what do I do, Mom? I do love him and I don’t want to mess this up. I don’t want to scare him off now we’re here. We have another week left. I could never come out the barn if I found out I’d made a fool of myself. I’d die!” Mary whimpered.
Lillian leaned a comforting hand to her daughter’s cheek to catch a tear drop.
“Do you want me to go round there and sort this fella out? I will, you know. I won’t have my baby crying over no damn man again, no matter how fancy he talks, you hear me?”
“No! No Mom, please! I’d die of shame!” Mary replied, horrified at the thought even though she caught her mother’s grin.
“Hey girls! How’s my two favourite American ladies today? Sore heads and arguing already?” The sound of Ben’s voice, completely ignorant of the conversation taking place about him, brought a lot of shuffling of chairs, wiping of eyes and attempts at regaining composure.
Ben strolled through the gate with a fresh mug of tea in hand. He quickly glanced at the two sombre, but quickly rearranging faces and noticed Mary looking sheepishly down at the table.
“Did I come at a bad time? Sorry, but I couldn’t wait another minute to be with your beautiful daughter, Lillian, if that’s okay with you?” He gave her a smile that he hoped combined hopefulness and an apology.
Lillian beamed at him. “Sit yourself right down. I’m going inside for a shower and another coffee. I shall leave you two lovebirds alone if you don’t mind.”
“Did you mean that?” Mary asked as Ben sat himself down beside Mary and Lillian sauntered back into the barn, her matador hat waving merrily on her head.
“Mean what?” Ben replied giving a puzzled smile.
“About being with me and missi
ng me?” Mary asked.
“Well, to be fair, I never said missing you, did I?” Ben teased. “But yes, of course I’ve missed you. I would have been round earlier but thought you might have been needing some space after a long night of the Vogelsangs and a lot of wine. Yes, I missed you every minute you were gone, Mary.”
Mary leaned forward and kissed him. Ben kissed her back, his hand going to her face as she leaned into his arms. They sat quietly together, their lips brushing together softly as they shared a moment at the table.
Lillian saw it all through a chink in the curtains, and smiled before heading for her shower. Time to allow them some privacy, she thought, as she headed for the bathroom.
She made plans as she showered and dressed; plans that would give the couple more privacy. Walking out to the pair on the patio, their embrace quickly becoming detached as they heard the curtain being pushed aside on the door, Lillian tried to hide a pleased smile that just wouldn’t be stopped. Hoping she didn’t sound too pleased with herself, or the situation, she announced she was going out for a while and wouldn’t be back for quite some time.
“Where? On your own, Mom?” Mary asked.
“I just had a message from Edna. They’re on their way over to pick me up for lunch. You two are invited of course. I said I would let you know. I wasn’t sure either way, but I’m certainly going. That Chuck is a scream,” Lilian replied.
“Shall we go with Mom and the Vogelsangs? Or would you prefer to stay home?” Mary asked Ben as she wrapped an arm around his shoulders and smiled at her mother.
“Lunch with the Vogelsangs? Hmmm. Not sure I could handle a whole day surrounded by Americans that don’t speak a word of English,” Ben replied looking stern faced.
Mary punched his arm as Lillian scowled at him before he broke a smile and laughed. “I’d love a day out with them. You’re right, Chuck is great company, it’ll be fun.”
* * *
The Vogelsangs arrived with a honking horn at the front gate and the three of them went out to meet them. They climbed into the back of the car with a flurry of handshakes and air kisses and set off to Faro to a favourite restaurant of the Vogelsangs’s.
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