Finally, For Me

by Burke, Roseanne

  I rested my arm on the back of her chair. "You're adorable," I whispered in her ear.

  She turned to face me, her eyes stared up at me through her thick lashes. A sexy smile curled up her lips.

  "What about you, Ben. Have any good stories for us?" asked Mike, gulping the rest of his beer.

  I sat back, scratching my chin. My mind flashed back to her on her knees in my office. I definitely didn't want to share that with them.

  "I don't know, nothing too wild yet," I said, winking at Lacey. Her blush deepened. She knew I had a few stories I could tell, but wouldn't.

  "Well let me tell you about him," she said, dramatically leaning in. "He has made me breakfast in bed, brought me coffee at work in the middle of the night, and planned the best living room picnic ever."

  I smiled, grabbing her hand. "Yeah, I guess I've done all that."

  "Aww," cooed Mike, jokingly. "Looks like you've found Mr. Right."

  She leaned into my shoulder. "Yep, I have."

  My heart constricted in my chest. I had a caveman-like instinct, feeling proud she was mine with all the other guys around.

  Suddenly, she whipped her head up. "I love this song!" she exclaimed. It was Son of a Preacher Man, by Dusty Springfield. She held her hand in front of her mouth, pretending to hold a microphone, mouthing the words.

  I knew we should probably get going soon before Miss Lightweight floated away. But it was just too much fun, watching her be so damn cute.

  "Oh!" she gasped. "This song always makes me think of Pulp Fiction!" She squeezed my arm excitedly.

  I smiled. "Yeah, me too."

  "The only one who could ever reach me, was the son of a lawyer man," she sang, laughing at herself. "You are the only boy who could ever reach me, if you know what I'm saying," she giggled.

  The other guys burst out laughing.

  "What? It's true. Ben's the only man that has ever made me come!" she exclaimed.

  Ok, definitely time to go.

  I met her eyes, raising my eyebrows, hoping she understood my unspoken message. I had arranged for a few surprises back at the hotel, and I didn't want to waste them if she got too drunk and passed out.

  She smiled lazily at me, nodding her head yes. "Well my loves, it was so good seeing you, but I think we need to get going."

  "It was good seeing you, Lace," said Mike. "And nice to meet you Ben." He gave me a salute.

  "Nice to meet you guys too," I nodded.

  Lacey gave her goodbye hugs and I shook their hands. I felt slightly awkward after her grand announcement. We grabbed our jackets and headed for the front.

  "I need to pee!" she cried. "I'll be right back." She walked down a dark hall toward the restroom. I hovered close by, at the bar, and ordered her friends another pitcher. It had been a fun night, and they seemed to genuinely care about Lacey. I could help the poor college kids out.

  After a few moments, I saw her cute little bun bouncing. "Over here, babe," I called.

  Her head whipped around, a giant smile flashed as she saw me. I caught up to her, wrapping my arm around her as we walked out into the night. It had been fun, seeing her relax and be with her friends, but I couldn't wait for the next part to begin.

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  Lacey

  I felt like I was walking on air. It had been so nice seeing my old friends, and now I got to go back to a hotel and make love to my boyfriend. We walked, hand in hand, back to his car.

  "Are you ok to drive?" I asked.

  He smirked, rubbing his hand playfully on top of my head. "Some of us had more to drink than others."

  I stuck my tongue out at him. He bent down quickly and bit it. My groin started to tingle. God, I couldn't wait to get into bed.

  We made our way to the hotel, and pulled up to the valet. I waited by the front door, shivering as Ben handed over his keys.

  "Come. Let's get you inside."

  I want you inside, I thought to myself. I started giggling at my internal joke.

  "What's so funny?" Ben asked, grabbing my hand.

  "Nothing," I smiled at him. That really wasn't that funny. Wow, I was definitely a little tipsy and needed to focus. He kissed the top of my head. I loved when he did that. I thought it was one of the most endearing things he did to me.

  We walked up to the front desk. Ben checked in with the clerk as I stepped away, taking in the whole scene. The lobby was grand and ornate, with a tall painted ceiling and magnificent chandelier hanging down above me. I walked my fingers along the marble countertop. It was cool to the touch. The hotel didn't seem very busy, but it was almost nine p.m. It occurred to me that we didn't have any bags, or clothes for tomorrow. And I didn't have any makeup. Shit! Well, he had definitely already seen me in the morning without it. I was just going to have to get over it.

  "Ready, beautiful?" Ben's voice pulled me out of my thoughts.

  "Yep," I smiled, following him to the elevator.

  We rode up to the twentieth floor, exiting into a finely decorated hallway. Large extravagant paintings dotted the walls. We maneuvered down the corridor until landing at room twenty-twelve.

  "Here we are," he smiled, inserting the key into the slot. The click of the lock made my belly tighten in anticipation.

  He held the door for me. I wandered in, my eyes unsure of where first to look. Straight ahead was the living room with a plush red sofa and a flat screen that seemed to take up the entire wall. The windows reached from floor to ceiling, with an astonishing view of Minneapolis. I took a few steps further and discovered a full kitchen to the right, with dark granite counter tops, similar to those in the lobby. A bucket with champagne in it sat prominently in the center.

  I walked over to it, grabbing the bottle from the ice. "Is this for us?"

  He nodded, smiling at me. He looked so fucking sexy.

  Not that I need any more to drink, I admonished myself. "Where do we sleep?"

  "Sleep?" he asked. "I don't plan much on sleeping." His eyes darkened, causing me to dampen below. We needed to move quickly. I felt we were in another "fuck the champagne" situation.

  He showed me through a door leading to a separate bedroom. The bed had all white bedding with a deep red coverlet across, and red rose petals strewn about. I stepped toward it, running my hands gently over the petals.

  "You did this?" I asked. I was at a loss for words. I had never experienced anything like this. Every romantic detail, taken care of.

  He shrugged, grinning at me. "Well, I didn't do it, but I arranged for it."

  My heart felt like it could burst. How much more amazing could he be? First, being a good sport while I caught up with friends, then planning these sweet romantic surprises for me? I suddenly was overwhelmed with emotion. I quickly stepped toward him, grabbing his shirt with both my hands, and shoving him playfully onto the bed.

  He laughed in surprise as I climbed on top of him, bringing my legs along his sides. I cupped his face in my hands, pressing my lips to his. I kissed him sweetly and softly at first, wanting him to know how much I appreciated him. His lips were soft, kissing me back. I tentatively entered his mouth, my tongue sweeping across his. I felt his arms wrap around me and his hands moved up to the back of my head. I loved being pressed against him like this.

  With one hand steadying myself on the bed, I used the other to rub his chest lightly. I gripped his shirt, wanting to remove it immediately. I needed to feel his warm soft skin. I pulled back to start removing his shirt, when he grabbed my wrists.

  "Wait, not yet," he smiled.

  What the hell? I pouted. "Why not?"

  He pulled me back down to him by my wrists, kissing me deeply. Yes, that's more like it.

  "Because there's more I want to do first."

  The look in his eye had me reeling. "Oh yeah? And what would that be?" I shifted myself off him.

  "Let me show you." His words were heavy with promise. He hopped up, pulling me with him toward the bathroom. He pushed through the door, revealing a giant whirlpool tub. M
y thoughts traveled briefly to when we had showered this morning. I felt my pulse quicken.

  He padded over to the tub, turning the faucet on. The rushing water filled the room with sound. He stepped back to me, placing his hands at the small of his back. I arched up to look at him.

  "You keep an eye on the water, and I'll go get the champagne." I closed my eyes as his lips brushed mine. God, I couldn't wait to have him.

  I watched him walk out the door, then turned my attention to the tub. I placed my wrist under, checking the temperature. Hot, but not burning. I slipped off my clothes and stood naked in front of the mirror. I tried to fix my hair, putting it in a higher bun, letting tendrils fall over my shoulders. I stopped the faucet once the tub filled, and stepped in, just settling myself under the water when Ben walked back in.

  He handed me our two glasses, and stepped back to get undressed. My mouth began to water as he swiftly pulled his shirt over his head. My eyes lingered on his chiseled muscles; I had the sudden urge to lick them. I brought my champagne to my lips as he unzipped his jeans, letting them and his boxers fall to the floor. He stood in the middle of the room, naked and erect. His eyes darkened as he brought his hand to himself, wrapping around his thickness.

  I bit my lip. "Hey, that's my job," I said slyly.

  He stepped toward me, bending over the tub, planting a kiss on my lips. I opened my mouth, allowing his tongue in. I reached my hand up, caressing his face, pulling him closer to me.

  "Why don't you join me?" I asked.

  "Alright," he smiled.

  He sat at the edge, lifting his long sturdy legs in, one at a time. He sank down into the water behind me, resting his legs outside of mine. I handed him his glass. "Cheers, my love."

  "Cheers," he smiled. He wrapped his arms around me, burying his face in my neck. His stubble grated my hot skin.

  "How did I get so lucky?" I asked, reaching my arm back and running my fingers through his hair. I could feel his hardness pressing into my back.

  He planted soft kisses up my neckline. "Whatever do you mean?"

  "You know what I mean," I giggled. "With you. How did I get so lucky to be with you?"

  His hands traveled south; his fingertips tickling my thighs gently, the water sloshing as he moved up and down. "I think I'm the lucky one."

  I sighed. "Well I guess we'll just have to agree to disagree about that then." His touch was driving me crazy; I silently willed his hands to move closer to my center.

  His mouth moved to my earlobe, teasing it gently between his teeth. I ached, wanting his mouth on other parts of me. I leaned back against him, his broad chest supporting me. I was in heaven.

  We sat quietly for a few moments, me savoring the feeling of him wrapped around me. My whole body practically buzzed with anticipation. I couldn't wait to have him.

  "We should get out. I'm getting a little pruny," I said, examining my hands. It really wasn't that bad.

  "Oh yeah?" he whispered, kissing my temple.

  "Yep." Let's go.

  "Ok, fine. If you insist," he sighed jokingly. I do insist.

  I braced myself with my hands on the edge, pushing up. I purposely paused there, my ass level with his face. I closed my eyes as his hand started running up my inner thigh. I felt his lips following his hands, getting dangerously close to my sex. I felt myself pressing backward, willing his mouth to go there, but he didn't. I groaned softly, half with desire, half in frustration.

  "Is something wrong?" he asked, pushing himself up. He stood immediately behind me, the soft skin of his tip brushing me.

  Two could play this game. "Nope, I'm good." I stepped out, wrapping myself in a soft white towel. I glanced at him over my shoulder, a sexy smirk on his face. He was still rock hard. Fuck.

  He followed me and wrapped his towel around his waist, covering his erection. It was obvious he wanted me. What was his plan? I felt like a kid, being told I couldn't open my presents because it was Christmas Eve, not Christmas Day.

  He advanced toward me, reaching his hand out for mine. I took it tentatively, following him back to the bedroom. He maneuvered himself behind me, taking my towel, and patted me gently, helping me dry completely. My eyes closed and my head rolled back. It was such a sweet and comforting gesture.

  "Lay down," he commanded, tossing the towel to the floor.

  His words sent an instant shockwave to my groin. I sat on the bed, scooting backward. His eyes ran up and down my bare body. I laid back, looking at him, hot with want.

  "On your stomach."

  My eyes widened slightly. He was a man with a plan. I quickly obliged him. I listened as he walked back to the bathroom, then quickly returned. I heard the click of a cap, and his hands rubbing together. The bed dipped slightly as he crawled up behind me. My toes were curling, just waiting to feel his hands on me again.

  He started at the small of my back, pushing up to my shoulders. His hands were strong, his thumbs gently kneading my muscles. God, that felt amazing. My arms were outstretched in front of me, my face turned to the side. My eyes closed as a soft moan escaped my mouth. His touch was incredible; I felt any and all tension floating away.

  He shifted himself with his legs positioned outside of mine. He bent forward; I could feel the heat of his skin near mine. His expert hands continued their work, his breath warm on my neck. I felt the tip of him brushing my backside and between my legs. My blood rushed to my groin, creating an almost uncomfortable throbbing. My breathing increased as my hands clutched the blankets.

  I could hear the smile on his face. "Feel good?" he asked.

  I nodded excitedly. "Mmhm," was all I could answer.

  His hands continued stroking my back, my muscles melting beneath him. I pushed my bottom up toward him, willing for him to enter me. I heard him chuckle softly. Damn it, he was enjoying this too much. I tried spreading my legs further apart, but his legs kept me in position. I was literally aching, needing him inside me.

  I started moaning a little louder, trying to convey my message. I almost jumped for joy when I felt his legs shift, loosening their grip on mine. I instantly spread them further apart. His hands moved lower, massaging the muscles of my ass, down between my thighs. I felt my wetness spread as his fingers ran through it. Fuck, this was practically torture.

  His hands kept running in and over my ass and thighs, each time his finger barely entering me. I was going to go insane. I felt him direct his tip against me, brushing it around my sensitive skin. My muscles clenched each time he neared my opening. I couldn't take it anymore. I ran my hand back along the bed, reaching for him. He gripped my wrist tightly, slowly sliding it to its original spot.

  "Please," I squeaked.

  "What is it that you want, Lacey?" He continued his merciless teasing.

  "I want you," I moaned. Was he going to make me beg?

  "I'm right here." He pushed himself halfway inside of me, then abruptly pulled out. I felt the blood pounding in my veins.

  "I want you inside of me," I breathed, gripping the blankets tighter. My breathing was so ragged now, I was practically lifting myself off the bed with each breath.

  "Like this?" he asked, entering me fully. I cried out, feeling him stretch me. I had a split second of relief before he pulled away for a second time.

  I yelped again. "Yes! Like that, but longer. I want you to fuck me!" Fine. I'll beg.

  I heard him nearly growl behind me. "You want me to fuck you?"

  "Yes! Yes, please!"

  With that, he thrust himself fully into me. A soft scream exited my mouth into the bed. God, that was what I needed. He moved quickly, slamming himself against my most sensitive spot. My ache was slowly disappearing as he carried on, plowing into me. His hands gripped the top of my ass, allowing him to push harder and faster. I just held on to the comforter for dear life. I was a mess of pleasure and sensation. Rose petals bounced around as we moved.

  I was beyond ready by the time he started, and I could feel my orgasm approaching at the speed of light. He
was so determined, seemingly unstoppable. My muscles clenched around him tighter and tighter until I burst. I shouted out indecipherable words as my orgasm rocked through my entire body, leaving me a limp puddle beneath him.

  "Fuck, that felt so good!" I cried.

  He leaned over me, still thrusting relentlessly, planting kisses along my shoulders. I could barely breathe. That had been the most intense orgasm by far. I had been so built up, it took practically nothing to send me over the edge.

  I laid on my belly, taking him in, wanting to make him feel as good as he had made me feel. I briefly interrupted our flow, as I pushed myself forward on my knees. I laid my chest on the bed, knowing that this position made him crazy. He quickened his pace, pounding in at this new angle. I felt his fingers starting to dig tighter into my ass. I fucking loved it. I loved knowing I did this to him. I could tell he was close.

  "Fuck!" he called out, delivering his wetness into me. He nearly collapsed on top of me, breathing harshly. We laid in a crumpled heap together, neither one of us able to speak. The only sound in the room was of us catching our breath.

  "You are so mean," I said finally. He shifted himself off me, laying at my side. I wrapped my legs with his.

  "Whatever do you mean?" he asked, bringing his hand to my face. He brushed my hair away from my eyes.

  I glared at him, teasingly. I had to admit, it paid off being made to wait. "You were holding out on me."

  "Good things come to those who wait," he smiled.

  "Good things happen to those who make me come."

  He laughed out loud, wrapping his arm around my back. "Why are you perfect?" he asked.

  I rolled, facing him, my head in my hand. "I wouldn't go that far."

  He brought his hand up my back to my head, sealing my lips with his. My heart fluttered in my chest.

  "If anyone is perfect, it's you." I smiled shyly. "I had an amazing day today, thank you."

  "I did too. I wish I could spend every day with you." His eyes were tender and earnest. "Here, let's get under the covers."

  We stood as he brushed the petals to the floor, then brought the blankets back. We climbed in, me finding my favorite spot in his arms. I traced my finger around his chest, stifling a yawn.