“Well…if you think about it…a man complaining that his girl comes too much – you don’t hear that shit every day…” I couldn’t help a little laugh.
Ben smiled back at me, amused as well. “I didn’t say come too much, I said too fast. And I wasn’t complaining…” He reached down between us and pulled the towel away, his hand slipping down between my legs.
I let my breath out slowly as his fingers grazed my pussy, ever so lightly, back and forth. “That feels nice,” I whispered. “Sorry, I should have shaved,” I added, apologizing for my stubble. I was such an idiot at times…
But Ben just smiled at that, his eyes moving like liquid down over my body. I was grateful for the semi-darkness. “Yeah, you’re such a cave-woman,” he teased me back, leaning in to kiss my belly. “What were you thinking?”
I gasped as I felt his finger dip inside me. “Hmm…just giving you a dose of reality, I guess…”
“That’s sexy…” he whispered against my tummy, pulling his finger out slowly and sliding it up over my clit.
“What is?” I breathed softly.
“A real woman,” he said simply, pushing my thighs apart and lifting himself back up on his knees.
I caught my breath as I looked up at him, as he stared down at me hungrily. He smacked my pussy lightly with the palm of his hand and then slid two fingers inside me. I moaned deeply.
“Shit, baby.” He groaned softly. I could sense something stirring in him and then suddenly, without warning, he just spread my lips open with both his hands and leaned over and spit on my pussy, his warm saliva seeping down inside me.
My mouth shot open in shock. That had to have been the nastiest, dirtiest thing Ben – or any man for that matter – had ever done to me and for some reason it turned me on in the most intense way. I felt my whole body convulse. And then, just as fluidly, his one hand took over again, his two fingers sliding back inside me as his thumb began to massage my clit. I was soaking wet, a mixture of him and me, melting together. I was in fucking heaven.
He leaned back over me, latching onto my nipple with his mouth, his hand working miracles on my pussy.
“Oh shit, Ben…” I was moaning uncontrollably.
He lifted his eyes, penetrating me so deeply. His thumb was moving faster now. “You like that?”
I had no words. I just stared back at him in desperate, agonizing pleasure. How the fuck did he know how to do these things?
I arched my back, pressing my head back against my pillow, writhing under those fingertips of his.
“Don’t close your eyes – look at me,” Ben said suddenly, the control in his voice assaulting all my senses, so I obeyed quickly.
“Good girl. Now grab my dick, baby…”
The steadiness and commanding tone to his voice was sending me into a tailspin. Ben was on his knees, straddling one of my thighs and bracing himself with his free arm, giving me perfect access. I reached out and pulled up on him, his throbbing mass as hard as ever…
“Mmm…that’s it, baby,” he assured me, his fingers still working wonders between my legs. I was so wet…achingly...dripping wet.
I reached my hand up further and cupped his balls, his cock weighing heavily down on the entire length of my forearm. Shit, he was big.
“You like that?” Ben sliced his tongue up across my nipple, looking up at me. “I’m gonna fuck that pretty mouth of yours right after you come, you ready for that?”
Oh shit, what was he doing to me?
I gasped and bit my lip, just as Ben narrowed his eyes, staring down at my mouth. “Oh fuck, you turn me on…” The words escaped his lips just a second before his mouth covered mine and his tongue melted against my own. And in that moment I felt it start.
The feeling started to build up inside me amazingly slowly, my orgasm rising like a crescendo until it came crashing loudly all around me, as I moaned, gasping for air, breaking away from his kiss, his fingers keeping up with me perfectly the whole way.
“Mmm…that’s my girl…” Ben whispered so softly as his kisses fell across my chin, tracing my jaw.
I was still shaking as Ben eased his fingers out of me and began running the palm of his hand all over my pussy, rubbing my juices all over my skin like lotion.
“Fuck…” He eased himself up and peered down at me, obviously just as taken with my wetness as I was. He sat up slowly and pulled his other arm around my thigh, squeezing and spreading me open from behind as his soaking wet fingers began massaging my wetness all over my ass, teasing my opening with the tip of his finger.
I moaned, the sensation just too much for me. “Oh fuck, Ben…”
“Mmm…” He smacked my bottom lightly with the palm of his wet hand. “Now that’s a wet pussy, baby,” he teased me softly. “You’re welcome.”
I smiled back at him, unable to suppress my laugh. “Ben, you’re so…bad,” I finished, at a complete loss for words.
“Bad?” He raised his eyebrows at me.
I caught my breath again, licking my lips as I stared back at him. “Well, not that kinda bad…”
He braced himself on his arm as his wet fingers started sliding up my belly slowly, squeezing my breasts, tracing my nipple and trailing up my neck.
“What kinda bad?” he wanted to know, as he parted my lips with his fingers and then slid them both into my mouth so fluidly.
I gasped, tasting myself all over his fingers. “This kinda bad,” I mumbled, letting Ben’s fingers circle the inside of my mouth and massage my tongue.
He smiled, watching me try to talk with my mouth full.
“So I guess this is your kinky side, huh? The big mystery?” I teased him then, biting down on his fingers gently.
“No, baby, not even close,” he whispered, as he kept staring down at my mouth and then traced my lips with his wet fingers. “This is just your appetizer…”
“Oh…” I felt my body start to heat up all over again. “For what?”
“Hmm…” He didn’t take his eyes off me as he lifted himself back up on his knees, still fucking my mouth slowly with those expert fingers of his. “The main course…” he whispered softly, lifting his leg up across my chest, bending his knee as he lowered his huge, beautiful cock down over my face. He slid his fingers out and grabbed hold of himself, continuing to tease my lips with the head. “If you do it right, baby, I’ll let you have dessert…”
I moaned, gasping, his words sending a shock through all my senses. He spread my lips and slid deep inside my mouth, gagging me in the back of my throat almost immediately, but he pulled back gently just in time and kept going so slowly, as I tried to accustom myself to his size and his gentle thrusting.
“Ahh…fuck…” He smacked my open mouth and then slowly slid back inside my mouth, as he stroked my hair back and dug his fingers into my curls, supporting the back of my head.
I stared up at him, waiting, holding my breath as he kept hitting the back of my throat.
“Mmm…that’s right, baby, keep those big eyes on me…”
His words were driving me into a silent, yet inwardly roaring trance. I loved watching him and that gorgeous smooth hard body just staring down at me, as he slid in and out of my mouth at such a slow and steady pace, just drinking me in with his eyes.
I lifted my head and started to suck him harder, and Ben sucked his breath in. “No, no, baby…” He eased my head back down. “Just stay still, don’t move…just let me fuck you…”
I did as he asked and eventually I realized why. He was going easy on me. He didn’t want me going sore on him too quickly. He was enjoying this too much, and the more he kept going, the more I needed it too. The way he stared down at me made my insides just drip and ache for him.
I gasped suddenly, needing desperately to catch my breath. My mouth broke free, dripping wet. I was panting. Ben quickly grabbed hold of himself, smacking my lips lightly with the head. “Pretty, pretty girl…” He stroked my hair back as I stared back up at him, meeting his burning gaze. “You oka
y, baby?”
“Yes,” I gasped again, quickly recovering myself, and Ben smiled at my eagerness as I slowly let him back into my mouth, starting his gentle rhythm all over again
“Ahh…fuck…” Ben groaned as he hit the back of my throat. “That’s it, baby, stick your tongue out…”
He was driving me crazy, the way he was enjoying it. I was speechless, he had me in such a deep trance. My pussy was dripping again and my jaw was aching in a way that for some reason felt so incredibly good – so full. I wanted to come.
“Shit…” I panted, my mouth breaking free, and I ran my tongue up and down his length, licking his balls, staring up at his hungry eyes as I desperately tried to soothe my throbbing mouth.
“Mmm…” Ben grabbed a hold of himself, stroking himself and smacking my tongue as I rested. “I want to come in your mouth.” His voice was soft but oh-so-serious. His thumb grazed my bottom lip, tugging gently, opening my mouth back up for him. He obviously wasn’t going to let me rest for long. “Y’think you can keep up with me, Gabriela?”
I moaned as he filled me back up again, thrusting harder now. Fuck, I needed to come. I closed my lips, sucking hard, as my fingers strayed down over my belly and between my legs. I found my clit and it was heaven.
I caught my breath. “Oh fuck, that feels so good…” I moaned. “Ohh…Ben…I’m gonna come…” I shuddered, lapping at his cock. Fuck, I was losing my mind.
“Shit…” Ben was staring down at me and then glanced back and saw what I was doing. “Mmm…” He smacked his cock against my mouth. “Now who’s bein’ bad, baby…open your mouth,” he ordered.
I did as he asked and just as I felt him slide deep into my mouth I felt myself losing control. I was coming. The build-up was excruciatingly long. I was moaning beyond control and Ben could feel it, and he just pushed deeper and deeper into me, attacking my throat, gagging me, as I shook and trembled and fell over the edge.
“That’s it, baby,” he whispered, his breathing picking up. “Hold it, baby, just like that…hold it…” He grabbed the back of my head as he poured himself into me. He held his breath as he came and only after I swallowed him all up and began running my tongue back up the length of him, did he let out a soft moan, still watching my every move, my eyes glued tightly to his.
He let his breath out first, as he bit his bottom lip and grabbed his cock, pulling out of my mouth inch by inch, watching the long journey with some new form of fascination, as a slow smile started to grow on his face. “Beautiful…” He almost sounded in awe.
I smiled back at him. “That was hot,” I whispered softly.
Ben pulled his leg back over my chest and lowered his mouth to mine. “More than hot…” he mumbled so softly as his lips took their turn with my mouth, soothing all those aching muscles with his warm, soft wet tongue. He tugged on my bottom lip, releasing my mouth, and then collapsed on his side next to me.
He ran his hand up under my breast as he propped his head on his arm. “You got mad skills, baby, you just need a little encouragement,” he teased me, then sighed softly, his eyes still all over me. “Fuck…” he groaned again.
I laughed softly. “That’s so romantic.”
He sucked his teeth. “Romantic…” he sneered back. “Min noh know ‘bout any a dat…” That sexy accent.
I sighed, staring back at him. “Liar.”
Ben reached out and stroked my hair back, kissing me again softly. “You’re so fucking sweet…hopefully you let me get some sleep tonight.”
“Oh come on…” I smiled. “When have I ever kept you from your sleep?”
Ben narrowed his eyes at me as he curled a lock of my hair around his finger. “That a serious question?”
I sighed, trailing my fingers down his shoulder, over his beautifully toned arm. “I’ll let you sleep. We don’t have to fuck, it’s okay…”
He laughed softly. “I’ll remember that,” he teased me in his sexy, sleepy voice. “Next time no fancy foreplay for you…I’ll just bang the shit outta ya pussy and pass out…”
I smiled, licking my lips deliberately. “That sounds nice,” I whispered sweetly.
“Mmm…stop it,” he warned me. “I’m gonna pass out now so…set your alarm for seven-thirty. I left my phone in the kitchen.”
And just like that he rolled over and pulled the pillow up between his arm and his head, making himself comfortable. I smiled to myself, cuddling up next to his warm, strong body. He always fell asleep so easily in my bed, just as if he was in his own. He was at home with me, and I loved every bit of it.
Chapter Sixteen
When I awoke a few hours later I felt the most intense pressing on my bladder, and then I remembered the bottles and bottles of water I’d been drinking out in the heat at the festival, and I needed to go – bad.
I jumped up out of bed, turning and seeing Ben still fast asleep there next to me. It was a sight I would never grow tired of. I scrambled into the bathroom just in time and once I finished I wrapped myself back up in my sarong, which was still crumpled up on the bathroom floor, along with my bra and panties and all of Ben’s clothes. I gathered everything up and brought them into the bedroom, laying out Ben’s clothes for him on top of one of my clean laundry baskets, before wandering back down the hall to the kitchen for another glass of water.
The time on the microwave read 4 am. I smiled to myself realizing I had at least three more hours to cuddle up next to my man before the festival in the park dragged him away from me for another long day.
There was a buzzing coming from the electrical socket where my coffee maker was plugged in. Ben’s phone was lying on the counter, the charger plugged into the wall. Then silence. It was obviously just a reminder message, not a phone call… Then again, it could have also been a text message.
I took a long sip of my water, still just staring at his phone. I couldn’t. Just go back to bed, Gabriela. But I stayed put. I didn’t move. And another moment or so later I was next to Ben’s blackberry and picking it up.
I knew it was wrong. My head was shouting out for me to stop, but that tiny little nagging voice in the back of my head that kept trying to convince me I wasn’t good enough for Ben, was getting stronger and stronger.
I turned on the phone. One new text message. Sent at half past midnight.
I opened it. “Amira” popped up on the screen. Who the fuck was Amira?
My fingers were shaking as I opened the message.
I swallowed hard. What? My mind was desperately racing trying to process what I had read. But instead I checked the text history.
12:35 pm, Amira
1:20 pm, Ben
1:25 pm, Amira
1:35 pm, Ben
1:39 pm, Amira
1:56 pm, Ben
2:02 pm, Amira
2:25 pm, Ben
2:29 pm, Amira
3:01 pm, Ben
3:13 pm, Amira
3:37 pm, Ben
3:47 pm, Amira
4:36 pm, Amira
5:12 pm, Ben
5:17 pm, Amira
5:32 pm, Ben eek. Calm the fuck down. And go have some fun. I think I saw Theo by the gates about 5 mins ago. You know he likes you>
5:40 pm, Amira
5:49 pm, Ben
6:01 pm, Amira
6:22 pm, Ben
6:25 pm, Amira
There was no other reply from Ben. Just the new text from her after midnight. My head was spinning. There were seven other contacts on his text history from that day. I scanned through them. Patrick. Lena. Me. Johnny – his sous chef. And three other female names I didn’t recognize. I opened them all one by one.
4:58 pm, Melissa
No reply from Ben.
5:47 pm, Julia
No reply from Ben.
6:12 pm, Amanda
No reply from Ben.
“What are you doing?”
I jumped and practically dropped the phone. “Shit.” I turned to face him suddenly. “You scared me.”
My face fell and I got an aching pain in the pit of my stomach as I noticed Ben’s eyes scanning over me and his blackberry – which I had just dropped back onto the counter – and back to me. Slowly. Deliberately. He didn’t say anything.
“Ben, I’m sorry…” I found my voice. “I just…I heard it buzz. You have a text. I should have just…you know…” My voice trailed off as Ben made his way over to me, picked up his phone and scanned the screen for a moment.
He sucked his teeth softly, clicking his phone back off. “Why you goin’ through my phone, Gabriela?” His voice was soft. Calm.
I wanted to crawl into a hole and die. I hated myself. “I’m…” But I didn’t know what to say.
Ben sat down on one of the kitchen chairs, wearing only his boxers. How the hell hadn’t I heard him get up?
He looked up at me then, leaning back, resting his arm on the kitchen table. “Why don’t you trust me?” He was still so fucking calm.
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