Finally, For Me

by Burke, Roseanne

  He looked shyly up at me. I squeezed his hand, beaming at him. I loved picturing him as a boy. It now lead to thoughts of his children, and what they would be like. My heart tugged as I thought about what our kids may be like. I shook my head slightly to clear my thoughts. It was way too soon to think about that. But somehow, my mind was able to drift there quite easily.

  "That is really sweet," I smiled. "So I guess it's my turn? Favorite childhood memory."

  He nodded, bringing his drink to his lips.

  I pondered for a moment, thinking back over the past twenty-two years. "I remember when I was eleven, my family was moving, and I was devastated. I had a few best girlfriends that I always played with that lived on my block. We had been friends since kindergarten, and they were the closest thing I had to siblings. I remember being at my friend Bre's house, and she suggested we go to our other friend Julie's. I thought nothing of it, but when we got there, all my best friends and friends from school were there throwing me a surprise going away party. It meant a lot, knowing they would miss me, because I was heartbroken about moving."

  He cocked his head to the side, staring intently at me. "You are adorable," he smiled.

  Our game was briefly interrupted as our server brought our food. We enjoyed our dinner, finding out more about each other. He told me more about his younger sister and I talked about my best friends from college. As he spoke, I couldn't take my eyes off his mouth. The shape of his lips, how perfectly pink they were. I wanted them elsewhere on my body, and quick.

  Time to get serious. I was very aware of my no panties situation, and it was making me hot. "So, favorite sexual position," I said firmly, putting down my empty glass.

  His eyes lit up with surprise, then quickly darkened. "What do you think?" he purred.

  Good question. I knew what mine was. "I'm not sure. We've tried quite a few of them, but I don't think I know which one is your favorite," I smiled slyly.

  "What's yours?"

  "No fair! I asked you first," I giggled.

  His eyes were now hot; I felt like I could melt in front of him. "I could show you," he answered.

  I held my breath. "Please," I replied.

  Ben quickly took care of the check, and we headed back to his place. I literally squirmed in my seat as he drove. I couldn't wait to get home.

  As we entered the living room, Ben said, "hey, I have a bottle of champagne in the fridge. Would you mind getting it and some glasses? I just have to run to the bathroom really quick."

  "Sure, but you'll have to open it. I hate opening those things!"

  He smiled as he walked backwards down the hall. "Ok."

  I wanted to say, fuck the champagne, I just want you, but I decided to oblige him. I walked into the kitchen, pulling open the fridge. Front and center was a bottle of champagne. I grabbed it and set it on the counter. Now where were his glasses? I started opening each cabinet, surprised to find some completely empty. He really isn't much of a cook, I thought. I finally stumbled upon his stemware, and grabbed two champagne flutes. I headed back to the living room.

  "Hey Lace, come in here," I heard, coming from the bedroom.

  I walked cautiously toward where I had heard his voice. The door to the bedroom was cracked. I pushed it open to find a soft glow filling the room. Everywhere I looked, there were candles flickering gently. My mouth dropped open, taking in the scene. Ben stood in the middle of the room, smiling softly at me.

  "What is all this?" I asked. All I could do was stare.

  Ben headed toward me, taking the champagne. I handed it to him, still in shock. He quickly removed the cork. "I want tonight to be special." The loud pop of the bottle opening interrupted his sentence.

  He always seemed to be able to surprise me. "It's beautiful in here," I breathed. I held up the two glasses as he poured.

  "To new beginnings," he said, raising his glass. I held mine up, the events finally sinking in, a grin stretching across my face. "I know we've made that toast before, and I knew at that time that I wanted a beginning with you. You are incredibly beautiful and smart, and amazing in bed." I laughed softly in response. "But in all seriousness, I just wanted to tell you I think you're perfect for me, and I think I'm falling in love with you."

  He stood there, holding his breath. I looked into his sweet nervous eyes, letting his words sink in. Oh my god. He said he loved me. My cheeks were so tight from my now enormous smile. He loved me. My heart started beating rapidly as I said, "I'm falling in love with you too." He exhaled deeply as a huge grin spread across his face. "I know it's soon, but when you know, you know." And I absolutely did know.

  He quickly grabbed my champagne from me, setting both glasses down on the bedside table. He spun around and picked me up, causing me to cry out in surprise. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he brought my mouth to his. Our kiss was intense and full of emotion. I literally felt like I was floating on air.

  He walked over to the bed with me and set me down in front of it. Keeping his mouth on mine, he started running his hand up my thighs, his touch like electricity on my sensitized skin. I had been waiting all night for this. He reached up to the apex of my thighs, rubbing my sex. Finally, my secret was revealed.

  "No panties?" he whispered quickly.

  I shook my head, no, not wanting to break our kiss to answer. He moaned and deepened our kiss, sliding my dress up to my hips. His hand lightly brushed over my skin, making me ache for more. I reached down and grabbed his hand, pressing his palm to me.

  "Bossy girl," he said. God, the pressure felt incredible.

  As he rubbed my most sensitive spot, I started to quickly unbutton his shirt. I couldn't get his skin near me fast enough. I pushed his shirt to the floor and moved to his belt and zipper, making quick work of them. His buckle rattled as it hit the ground. I moved my hand along his abs, feeling the tight ripples of muscle. Seriously, how was his body real? How was I lucky enough to get to touch it? I slid my hand down, coming between him and his boxers, and wrapped my hand around him. He was so hard, and I loved knowing I did that to him. He quickly pushed his boxers to the ground, stepping out of them. He stood, naked, in front of me. My mouth literally started to water. His eyes were dark and hungry.

  He gently turned me so I faced the bed, and I felt his lips tracing a path along my shoulders and up the back of my neck. I moaned as the tiny hairs stood up under his hot mouth. He started unzipping my dress, and in one swift movement, it dropped to the floor. My strapless bra quickly fell next. His body pressed against mine, the smooth skin of his erection brushing my ass. I could feel my dampness spreading between my thighs. His arms wrapped around me, rubbing up and down my torso, his thumbs gently playing with my nipples. I opened my neck up for him, and his mouth was instantly on it, kissing and nipping it. His hands continued their rough assault on my sensitive pink buds. I could barely take it anymore, I needed him now.

  As if he was reading my mind, he spun me back around to face him. My breathing was ragged as I reached up to kiss him, my tongue swirling with his. He guided me back onto the bed, hovering over me. I lay there wanting him, needing him.

  "I love you, Lacey," he said softly, kissing me.

  "I love you too, Ben."

  Our eyes were locked as he brought himself to my entrance. I tried to prepare myself for his fullness, but it was always shocking at first how large he was. I cried out as he entered me. He gently kissed my temple, slowly starting to move in and out of me. I kissed him deeply as I felt myself open up to him. I ran my hands up and down his back. I wanted to feel every inch of him.

  "This is my favorite position, Lacey. I love looking down at your gorgeous face. I love to watch you come."

  His words made me hot. I moaned softly, kissing him harder. "This is my favorite too. I love feeling you in me and on top of me. Your strong hard body thrusting into me. It rubs against my clit so well."

  He quickened his pace with my words, me rocking my hips up to meet him. The exquisite pleasure was starting to cli
mb as I rubbed against him. I had never felt so complete in my life. I was making love to the perfect man, a man I loved and who loved me in return. I wrapped my arms tightly around him, bringing him as close to me as possible. I was almost frantic, feeling like I needed him even closer than he already was. I could tell he felt the same way as his kiss grew hungrier and deeper, his tongue thrashing in my mouth.

  "Oh baby, you feel amazing," he groaned in my ear.

  His breath on my skin elevated me, bringing me closer to my climax. It had been building slowly, but now I felt it quickly coming over me.

  "I'm going to come, Ben," I moaned, biting his earlobe gently.

  "Ah Lace, come with me!"

  His words sent me spiraling over the edge. I cried out, indecipherable words as the pleasure washed over me. My body tightened around his as he spilled himself into me. His breathing was harsh as he kissed my face and lips repeatedly, as if he couldn't kiss me enough. We laid there, his weight pressing down on me, trying to catch our breath. I ran my nails gently up and down his back as we came down from our euphoria.

  He rolled himself to the side, and brought me into the nook of his arm. This is my favorite place to be, I thought. I continued my nails up and down his chest, trying to slow his beating heart. He bent his neck down and kissed the top of my head, grabbing my hand and lacing his fingers with mine. We laid there silently for a few moments longer, watching the candles flicker. I eventually broke the silence.

  "Now that's how you propose a toast."

  He laughed, squeezing my hand. "I suppose we could try again, and actually enjoy the champagne."

  He sat up, reaching over and grabbing the glasses, then handing me mine.

  "To love," I smiled.

  "To love."

  Chapter 17

  I woke up slowly, letting my eyes get adjusted to the light before fully opening them. I reached my arm backward, discovering an empty bed next to me. I groaned, willing my eyes fully open. I really need to get a handle on my sleep schedule. I can't just keep sleeping in while Ben gets up, I thought.

  I rolled out of bed, stopping in the bathroom first. I glanced over myself in the mirror. I looked skinny and pale, but I'm in love, I thought. I ran my fingers through my hair, trying to tame my bed head. I wiped away last night's eye liner, and pinched my cheeks to give myself a little color. Although, I can think of other ways to bring color to my cheeks, I smiled.

  I walked back into the bedroom, grabbing one of Ben's undershirts. I slipped it over my head when I realized I didn't have any underwear. Oh well, I smirked. I walked happily out to the living room.

  I could hear Ben's voice. Was someone else here? Maybe I should go put some actual clothes on? I paused to listen. I didn't hear anyone else; he must be on the phone. I tip toed quietly, hearing him but trying not to listen.

  "Fine. If that's the way she wants to be, then it's fucking fine."

  Whoa, why was he so upset? I felt bad eavesdropping, but I wanted to know more.

  "Alright, fine. We'll plan another time, dad."

  I heard him toss his phone on the coffee table. What the hell had I just heard? Should I reveal myself? Or should I just go back and pretend to be asleep? I took a few quiet deep breaths, and walked quietly into the living room. Ben sat on the couch, his head in his hands.

  "Hey," I said quietly.

  His head whipped up. "Hey, good morning." He stood and quickly walked over to me, wrapping me tightly in his arms.

  "Is everything ok?" I asked. I wasn't sure how to continue. "I thought I heard yelling or something."

  He started rubbing my hair. "No everything is fine. My mother isn't feeling well, so they had to cancel brunch, that's all."

  Why would he get so mad at his mom for getting sick? I felt like there was something he wasn't telling me, but I didn't want to push it.

  "I'm sorry to hear that. I was looking forward to meeting your parents." I strained my neck, looking up at him. He bent down and kissed me; his mouth seemed hungry for mine.

  His hands reached down and swiftly removed my shirt. I stood completely naked, feeling my breathing and heartbeat quicken. His eyes were scorching as he ran them over my entire body. I wanted to cover myself, but I stood boldly, my hands at my sides.

  "Another time, I promise. But for now, I want you in my bed. Now." He threw me over his shoulder, smacking my ass. I cried out in surprise. "You know I fucking love you, right?"

  I giggled, unable to gather my thoughts.

  "Right?" He swatted me again, harder this time.

  "Yes, yes!" I cried.

  He walked determinedly toward the bedroom. "Good."

  I laughed again at the silliness of being over his shoulder. I felt a sting as I heard the crack of his hand on my flesh. "Ouch!" I cried, trying to contain my giggle.

  He threw me down onto the bed; I laid on my back, looking up at him. He looked so hot, so determined. He abruptly flipped me over onto my stomach, his hand grabbing a fistful of my hair. Fuck, he was getting rough.

  He gripped the back of my thighs, pushing me forward up onto my knees. I tried to steady myself as I felt him slam into me from behind. I gasped, completely unprepared. He leaned down, biting my shoulder. Goosebumps appeared all over my flesh. He then started to move, quickly slamming himself into me.

  I barely had any time to process what was happening. He was in me so deep, I literally ached, trying to open myself to him. His fingers dug into my skin, practically piercing me.

  "I love you so fucking much," he groaned, repeatedly thrusting harder and harder.

  I felt my body responding to him; dampening, letting him move in and out with ease. Fuck, it was all so sudden and hot.

  "I love you too," I moaned, twisting the blankets in my hands.

  His cock moved in and out of me, pounding against my internal spot. He was the only person who had even come close to hitting that spot. It felt incredible.

  "Put your hand on me," I groaned. I felt the sting of his hand on my behind. "No, on my clit."

  He reached his expert hand around, landing exactly on my sensitive spot. His fingers pressed against it, my body quickly escalating in response.

  "Is that what you wanted?" he grunted.

  That felt fucking amazing. "Yes, yes!" I cried.

  He continued his relentless assault; I was on the edge of ecstasy, praying to be shoved over.

  "I love you so much, Lacey," he groaned; his words pushing me over the cliff, my orgasm rocking through my whole body. I cried out into the blankets, gripping them tighter to steady myself. I felt completely spent; my limbs were like jell-o. I could barely keep myself on my knees as he slammed harder and harder into me.

  "Fuck, baby, you feel so good," I cried.

  He thrust himself deeply into me, crying out my name. I felt him throbbing and releasing inside of me as he slowed his movements. His breathing was ragged as he leaned over me, resting his head on my back. I laid there, practically ready to collapse.

  I felt his smooth lips trailing kisses along my shoulder blade and up my neck. "God, Lace, that was amazing," he whispered in my ear.

  I grinned. "Yes it was."

  He slowly pulled himself out of me, and we both climbed up under the blankets. He brought me into his arms, kissing the top of my head.

  "What came over you?" I asked, still reeling from the recent events.

  He sighed, rubbing his hand over his face. "I’m sorry, I just saw the woman I loved and I needed to have her."

  My heart tugged in my chest. The woman he loved, that was me! I smiled up at him, softly kissing his neck.

  We laid there quietly a few more moments. I literally felt like I couldn't move, and I wasn't sure if I'd be able to sit down for a week.

  He finally broke the silence. "Well, now our day is free. What would you like to do?" He glanced down at me, his bright smile stretching across his face.

  I have ideas, I thought. But the ache down below told me we should take at least a short break. "I don't know, wh
at would you like to do?" I playful walked my fingers up his chest.

  "Ladies’ choice," he smiled, grabbing my hand in his.

  I nestled in closer, thinking of what we could do. I thought back to when he said he liked baseball. "Are you a Twins fan?"

  He squeezed my hand gently. "Til the day I die."

  I giggled. "Why don't we see if they're playing today? May be we could go to a game if they're playing at home?"

  "I know they are. They're playing the White Sox." He reached behind himself for his phone on the nightstand. "I bet there are tickets available. They're out of the running for the playoffs."

  He searched quickly through his phone, one-handedly. "They play at three. Oh yeah, plenty of seats available. Do you really want to go?"

  I smiled. "Yeah, let's do it!" I couldn't wait to do something I knew he would truly enjoy.

  "Well, we'd better get ready. It will take about two and a half hours to get there." Oh I was very aware how far away we were.

  I groaned teasingly. "If I really must." His hand walked playfully under my ribs, tickling me. "Ok, ok! Let's get up!" I laughed, swatting away his hand.

  We got out of bed, the soreness between my legs knocking me off balance.

  "Are you ok?" he asked, his hand rubbing his hand against my back.

  I used him to steady myself. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just a little sore, that's all."

  His eyes filled with concern. "I'm so sorry."

  "No, I'm fine. Trust me, it was more than fine," I smiled, trying to reassure him.

  Suddenly, he picked me up, this time cradling me in his arms. "Let me make it up to you."

  What does that mean? He answered my question as he carried me to the bathroom, setting me down on the lid of the toilet. He started the water in the walk in shower, running his wrist underneath to check the temperature. Once he felt it was ok, he picked me up again, walking under the water. The powerful jets hit me; the heat feeling amazing on my skin. He set me down on my feet as I wrapped my arms around his neck. He bent down and kissed me softly, the water relentlessly pouring down on us.