Love Is Overdue

by Natalie Myrie

  Ben disappeared again so I brushed my teeth quickly, wondering what the fuck was up with him. I was rinsing my mouth when he reappeared behind me in the mirror. He had one of my thick cream-coloured bath towels draped over his shoulder, obviously having just raided the linen closet.

  He pulled the shower curtain back and turned on the faucet in the tiny tub/shower and began adjusting the water.

  “You’re taking a shower?” I asked the obvious yet again.

  Ben stood up and came up behind me then. I stared back at him through the cracked vanity mirror. It embarrassed me all the time although I tried not to let it…the stark comparison between my home and his.

  He ran his hand up my back, sending a shiver down my spine. “No. We’re taking a shower.”

  I stared back at him then, my body seizing up in anxious protest. “I can’t.”

  Ben raised his eyebrows at me in the mirror, his hands running slowly down my shoulders. “Yes, you can.”

  I let my breath out slowly. “No, I mean…” My voice trailed off as I imagined my mother running a bath and downing a handful of pills. “I just hate this bathroom.”

  Ben kept rubbing my shoulders, his eyes running all over my reflection in the mirror. “Well, we gotta fix that then…”

  “Ben…” I started to protest again but my voice trailed off as I watched his hand move up higher and pull at the band holding up my hair…and I watched with him as my messy mop of dark curls fell down over my shoulders.

  A small smile spread across his lips. “I like your hair,” he said softly, pulling it over across one of my shoulders and then leaning over to kiss my neck. “You still mad at me?”

  I let my breath out, my heart rate quickening under his touch. “A little,” I admitted. Then I nodded my chin at the running faucet. “I’ve never done that before.” I normally tried to hide my inexperiences with him but sometimes they just came pouring out of me.

  Ben’s eyes fixed on mine again. “Done what?” He gave me a strange look. “Take a shower?”

  I rolled my eyes at him. “Take a shower with someone…with a guy…with anyone…I’ve never done that.” My nerves were definitely showing now.

  But Ben just let his breath out and stared back at me, his hands running around my waist and pulling me close to him. “Then you’re in luck…”

  I let my breath out slowly. “I am?”

  He nodded slowly, staring back at me again as his hands moved around my waist, undoing the belt that was synching my sarong. His eyes fell from my face in the mirror and moved down my body like liquid. He unknotted and unwrapped the fabric slowly until he slid it off me completely.

  I winced at myself in the mirror, under the horror of the fluorescent lights. I really hadn’t thought this one through. Now I was just standing there in my strapless bra and panties. I was thankful the mirror came down only waist high.

  “This is nice…” Ben’s voice pulled me from my thoughts. He was cupping my breasts and pushing up gently, extending my cleavage by a mile. He smiled as he continued squeezing softly. “Musta been expensive…”

  I was confused. “What?” I asked nervously.

  He laughed at my expression in the mirror. “This bra,” he said, still fondling and caressing me through the padded fabric. “To hold these up…must be made of steel or somethin’…”

  “Hmmm…you’re so funny, Ben.” I tried to dismiss it, still wondering how I was going to get out of this whole showering together dilemma he was putting me in, but my body was already responding to his every touch. I wanted him so badly.

  His hands moved around me again and I felt the tug of his fingers as he released the clasp of my bra and pulled it off me so smoothly. My nipples were so hard and I saw Ben suck his breath in approvingly. “You ready?” He nodded toward the bath. “You want your hair back up?”

  I nodded silently and then watched as Ben reached up and pulled my hair back up in a bun, securing it with the band. He was so tender, so gentle. Then he reached down and pulled his t-shirt up over his head, exposing his gorgeous lean torso, those broad shoulders and flat belly. His shorts hung low on his hips, even with the belt.

  I felt frozen as I just kept watching him in the mirror as he unclasped his belt and pulled his shorts and boxers off so smoothly. He pushed up behind me again then, this time his hands running over my hips, hooking the waist of my panties with his thumbs and pulling down slowly. “You coming?” he coaxed me gently.

  I let my breath out again, glancing back over at the tub. “It’s so small…”

  He pulled my panties down further and I stepped out of them completely. “That’s okay, you’re allowed to touch me,” he assured me softly. “That’s kinda the point.”

  I smiled at that and let him pull me into the shower. He had adjusted the temperature perfectly, I noted, as my body became drenched under the warm spray of the water. I tipped my head back, facing the spray, so as not to wet my hair and I felt Ben’s arms circle around me from behind. I felt him press up against me. He was already hard and I felt a surge of excitement rush through me. I wondered then if he was really just planning on showering with me…

  “Hmmm…” I moaned softly as I felt his hands reach around and cup my breasts, my nipples tingling under his wet palms. This soaking wet skin-on-skin contact was mesmerizing. “That feels good,” I admitted softly.

  “You surprised?” he wondered, laughing at me softly. “I can’t believe you never did this before, baby…” He was teasing me now.

  I sucked my breath in as Ben’s hands ran down and squeezed my ass, his fingers digging in and kneading both cheeks. “Never had an offer before,” I admitted simply.

  Ben’s arms ran back around my middle then, pulling me even closer, squeezing so gently as the warm spray of water kept assaulting my front. He kissed the back of my neck, teasing me with his tongue. “Can I make you an offer?” His voice was low. Soft. Seductive.

  “Yes…” I whispered back, eagerly.

  “Mmmm…” I could tell he was enjoying this. “Okay…I’ll do you and you do me. Does that work for you?” he wanted to know.

  “Umm…” I turned around in his arms to face him and sucked my breath in slightly as my nipples grazed his ribcage. I found my voice. “Haven’t we already done that?” I decided to tease him back.

  Ben just sucked his teeth at me in that sexy way of his, scolding me with his eyes. “You and your dirty mind. Hand me that,” he ordered, nodding toward my body wash and loofa hanging from a hook.

  “Yes, sir,” I answered back, obeying quickly.

  He took them from me and quickly deposited a little soap on the sponge and set the bottle back down. “Turn around,” he ordered again, and so I did as I was told.

  And then he started to slowly lather me up, starting with my back, my arms, under my arms, over my breasts, my tummy, my bottom – sliding the loofa tenderly up between my cheeks, making my whole body tremble. His touch was so sensual. I never knew the simple act of getting washed could be so seductive.

  He ran the loofa down both my thighs, squeezing tenderly. “Hmm…” He seemed satisfied. “Okay, turn around again.”

  I did as he asked and we were once again facing one another. He squeezed a bit more body wash onto the loofa and started all over again, beginning at my neck and moving down slowly, sensually, massaging me with every stroke.

  “Damn…” I let my breath out as he spent much more time than necessary back over my breasts, pinching and then circling my nipples with the tips of his fingers. “Fuck, that feels nice…” My whole body was on fire and I was thankful for the warm water that kept soothing my aching skin.

  Ben was smiling, watching me, enjoying my reaction. “You like that?” he asked me softly.

  Fuck, that man always knew exactly what he was doing. He was rubbing my belly, massaging and circling my navel, the soap from the loofa trickling down between my legs. He was teasing me and I knew it. He had purposefully avoided my pussy this whole time. Driving me absolu
tely crazy.

  “Lift your leg up, baby.” His words and that deep hungry voice of his pulled me back in.

  I did exactly as he asked and pulled my right leg up and rested my foot on the edge of the tub.

  “Good girl…” His voice was a whisper as his mouth met mine and began kissing me, and as it deepened I felt the loofa finally press up between my legs, under that skilled hand of his.

  I broke away from his mouth then, gasping. “Oh, shit…”

  “Mmm…” Ben let out a little laugh, still teasing me with his lips. “You can’t control yourself, can you?”

  I was nearly shaking, as Ben kept up the pace between my legs. “No…” I admitted, my voice trembling. “Not with you.”

  “Baby, I’m just washing you…not making you come…” he whispered, tracing my jaw with his tongue. His words sent another surge down between my legs, up against that relentless loofa.

  “Oh fuck, Ben, please just use your fingers…” I heard myself begging.

  “Hmm…no, baby, you can’t come yet,” he refused me, in that slippery sexy tone of his. And then, to add insult to injury, I felt him pull the loofa back up over my belly. “It’s my turn now.”

  My eyes went wide as I stared back at him in bewildered frustration. “What?”

  But Ben looked absolutely pleased with what he was doing to me. He smiled back at me, amusement dancing in his eyes. “Don’t look at me like that, baby, you’re making this too easy for me.” And then he kissed me softly, biting my bottom lip.

  I let my breath out. “Mean…” It was all I could manage.

  But Ben seemed to find that amusing as well. “Here…” He handed me the loofa. “Time to switch spots, baby.”

  And so I let him ease himself around me until he was directly under the spray and I watched him wet up that beautiful, hard, ripped body of his. I forgot my frustration in a heartbeat in anticipation of being able to run my hands all over his wet naked body. I squeezed the body wash onto the loofa and began just as he did. His back, his arms, chest, belly… He had his dreads tied back as well so I had perfect access. He felt amazing under my touch. His muscles seemed to tighten and contract whenever I touched him and it turned me on beyond belief.

  I ran my arms around his middle with the best intentions to continue to scrub him but the temptation was too much and I ran my hand between his legs. He was hard, throbbing, and I pulled up on him with my soapy hands, unable to stop myself.

  I gasped, still always so overwhelmed by his size. “You like it when I tease you, too?” I wanted to know.

  “Hmm…” Ben sighed, looking down and watching what I was doing. “Is that what you’re doing?”

  I released him quickly and squeezed the soapy loofa up against his belly, letting the suds drip down between his legs. “Okay. Turn around.” I was enjoying this.

  He did as instructed and was once again facing me, the water now beating down on his shoulders. His eyes were on me, penetrating me, waiting. But my eyes just strayed down his gorgeous body, his thick, hard beautiful cock just throbbing for me. Far too much of a distraction. I decided it needed all my attention.

  I got some more body wash but this time just rubbed it between my hands and began massaging his cock, lathering him up, between his thighs, his balls, through the thick coarse hair and up to his belly. Over and over again. Fuck, he felt good all wet and slippery. It was driving me crazy.

  “You like it clean, huh?” he teased me softly, watching me intently.

  I smiled. “I just like to feel it,” I admitted, then met his eyes nervously. “I don’t know if I’m doing it right…”

  Ben let his breath out slowly and bit his lip, his eyes falling back down to watch what I was doing. I could tell he was starting to lose some of his composure.

  He pulled my hand back gently and gripped his cock then, pulling up and stroking it hard, with his big, strong hand, making me gasp. I loved it when he touched himself, it drove me crazy… Fuck, even standing up it reached well past his navel when he stroked it. I felt a shiver run up my spine. He pulled my hand back with his other hand and cupped it over his balls, squeezing ever so gently. “Just like that, baby…” he whispered as he kept stroking himself.

  I massaged him gently over and over again, as the water from the shower head kept streaming down over his body, rinsing the last of the soap away.

  He was hard, wet and dripping, and I was losing all control. “Shit…” I let my breath out and just fell to my knees, lapping at his balls, slicing my tongue up between them as Ben kept stroking his cock.

  “Fuck…” He groaned as I lifted my eyes up to meet his. His eyes were blazing. “Open your mouth,” he ordered softly and I obeyed quickly and wrapped my lips around him tightly as he inched his cock inside my mouth slowly…deeply…hitting the back of my throat and then pulling back and doing it again and again. It was more intense than I ever could have imagined.

  I was panting for air, gagging, my jaw on fire… “Oh fuck…” I gasped, releasing him, the water pouring down off Ben’s belly and all over my face.

  “Mmm…” Ben moaned softly, grabbing his cock again and smacking me gently against my open mouth, my wet tongue. “You have such a pretty mouth…those big eyes of yours…look at me…”

  I did as requested and stared up at him hungrily, teasing him with the tip of my tongue. “I thought we were just supposed to be washing,” I said innocently, circling the head with my tongue.

  Ben sucked his breath in, rubbing his wet, smooth cock all over my face, teasing my lips over and over. “Then why you suckin’ my dick, baby?” he asked me.

  I smiled back at him. “I walked right into that one, didn’t I?”

  “You just can’t control yourself…”

  “No,” I admitted, running my tongue from the base to the head, savouring his enormous length. “I love your cock, Ben…” He loved it when I talked to him. I was catching on quick.

  “Mmm…” He moaned softly. “You just need more practice, though…you get sore too fast…” And with that he slid deep inside my mouth again slowly, stretching my jaw wide, gripping the back of my head. Fuck, he was driving me crazy…

  I kept it up as long as I possibly could and then broke away, gagging, my mouth aching in sweet agony, the water streaming down my face. I was practically drowning.

  “Good girl…” Ben let his breath out slowly, smacking my tongue a few times again with that smooth delicious head of his. “You getting’ there…”

  I smiled sweetly, licking slowly, keeping my eyes firmly glued to his. “Thank you.”

  “Come on. Get up.”

  “We’re done?” I wondered, completely surprised.

  Ben smiled, pulling me to my feet. “No…not done. Just done in here.”

  I wet my lips and Ben leaned over and kissed me, soothing my aching lips and mouth with his tongue. I felt it everywhere.

  We each took a quick moment to rinse off completely and then Ben cut the water, stepping out first. “Wait here,” he told me, pulling the curtain back and quickly drying himself with the big towel, then stepping back towards me. “Your turn,” he said softly, pulling me towards him and then wrapping the towel up around my body.

  I sighed, staring up at him. “I love it when it’s my turn…”

  Ben sucked his teeth at me, lowering his eyes in that irresistible way of his. “I spoil you.”

  That made me laugh. “What? I thought that was just the way it’s supposed to be, remember?” I teased him back.

  “Yeah, with me,” he said simply. “Because I spoil you. Let’s go.”

  He pulled me out of the bathroom then, leaving all our clothes in a pile where we’d dropped them, and took me to my room.

  He pushed me down onto my unmade bed. Fuck, my room was a mess, I thought, wishing I had remembered to tidy up. Ben kneeled between my legs, draping the fluffy white towel over me like a blanket.

  “I should probably finish drying you off first,” he said softly and leaned forward
, rubbing that soft damp towel all over my naked body – from my shoulders down over my breasts, to my belly, and then finally rubbing me up between my legs, teasing me beyond belief.

  “All dry?” he asked softly, his eyes on fire again.

  I let my breath out. “No, I’m just getting wetter,” I admitted simply.

  Ben smiled and then peeled the towel back gently, exposing my breasts. “Okay, I’ll take care of that…” he assured me, squeezing my breast gently, holding it in his big hand and then leaning over to suck on my nipple.

  “You sure about that?” I gasped, feeling the sensation start to build under the heat of his tongue. “Since you refused me in the shower and all, I kinda have my doubts…”

  Ben looked up at me then, still circling my nipple with his gorgeous tongue. Fuck, that man was sexy…

  “I didn’t refuse you,” he said softly. “I was just pacing you.”

  I winced as he tugged on my nipple ever so lightly with his teeth. “Pacing me for what? You planning some marathon sex with me or something?” The thought made my blood rush.

  Ben just released my nipple and took hold of my other breast, repeating the process. “You couldn’t handle that,” he replied simply.

  My eyes shot open in mock fury. “Oh really? Why the fuck not?” I moaned softly, Ben’s tongue still running relentlessly all over my breasts.

  He had an amused glint in his eye as he looked up at me again. “You come too fast.”

  I bit my lip, hesitating, letting his words sink in for a moment. “Whose fault is that?” I whispered softly, my nipple twitching and tingling as he sucked me.

  “It’s my fault,” he admitted easily as he brought his face up to mine, kissing my lips ever so lightly. “That’s why I need to pace you, baby.”

  “You mean tease me,” I corrected him.

  His mouth was on my neck, trailing little kisses up to my ear. “Same thing,” he whispered.

  I smiled, running my hand around the back of his neck, over his smooth hard shoulders. “It’s kinda funny, though…”

  Ben lifted his face, eyeing me suspiciously.