Bright and beautiful bliss stormed through me, a feeling deep down in my stomach that stretched out deliciously to every nerve ending in my body. The knowledge that he wanted me to touch him. The sensation of that hard, yet silky skin beneath my hand. The illicit notion that this was so sexy, so erotic - a man who knew what he wanted and wasn't afraid to ask.
And he was so hard, so long and thick. For a moment I wondered if he would hurt me, but the ridge at the tip of his erection took my attention. Not to mention the feeling of moisture beading there that had nothing to do with the water from the shower we were still standing in. And those tactile sensations made me momentarily forget anything else other than making this man come in my hand. I wanted him to let go. I wanted him to let go because of me. I wanted to see what I could do to this man. I wanted.
Oh God, I just wanted.
Him.
He made a strained sound as he pulled away from my breast, my nipple popping out of his mouth suddenly, as he hadn't stopped sucking even at the end. He rocked his hips once, twice, three times in my hand. Made a growling sound at the back of his throat and then crushed his lips against mine.
He flicked his tongue masterfully inside me, reminding me of what that tongue had done down at my core. I wrapped my tongue around his and sucked, making his growl morph into a sensual groan and his shaft jerk in my hand.
He pulled his lips back, panting. "Your tongue on my cock," he said in a rough impersonation of his voice. Not a question, not really a direction, but I knew instantly what he was asking, demanding he have right then.
I sunk to my knees before him, watched as he leaned back against the shower stall and closed his eyes. His hands fisted at his sides, his cock twitched in front of my face. I had never knelt before a man before and done this. I'd gone down on boyfriends before, but I had never sat in front of them, as though at their beck and call. It felt exciting and naughty. And extremely liberating, for some strange reason. As though offering to do this, in such a way, was a gift, from me to him. Giving him what he desired in that moment, and taking nothing in return.
My hands grasped either side of his thighs, feeling the hardness of the muscle beneath his skin. Everything about this man was coiled strength, as though hiding in the shadows had made him hide everything else. His strength. His power. His beauty.
The first lick of the tip of his cock was shockingly delicious; a mix of sweetness and musk, a flavour that made me yearn for more. I groaned around the head of him, my lips vibrating over his skin making him buck beneath my touch and moan out loud. His hands came up to cup my cheeks, so I raised my eyes to see his face, my mouth forming a tight seal around his circumference while I did. His granite-chipped eyes were watching everything. A blatant sexual hunger in their darkened depths. He rocked his hips once; an encouragement to go on.
Then as I returned my attention to his shaft and sucking as hard and as long and as deep as I could, his hands fisted in my hair gently, making me feel trapped, but at the same time conversely feeling free. Free to give this to him, free to taste this extraordinary man. Free to forget everything else but this moment.
Free.
I moaned around my mouthful, I licked and sucked and nibbled. Then wanting even more, brought one hand beneath his shaft and rolled his weight in my palm.
"Ah, red," he breathed above me. "So much better than I feared."
I think I understood the statement now. Because he tasted and felt better than I had feared too.
"Can't go much longer," he panted, rocking steadily into my mouth now. "Wanna be inside you when I come," he added, but didn't pull away or stop.
I couldn't help the smile that formed on my lips, making sucking a little hard to achieve right then. I wanted this. I wanted his capitulation. I wanted to know I could make him forget and feel liberated too.
He must have sensed my smile, or felt it wrapped around his length, because he groaned, found the strength to pull back and stop, and muttered, "Don't be so smug, red."
Then his hands came under my armpits and I was hauled up the length of his body and crushed lips to lips.
"Fuckin' beautiful," he whispered in my mouth. "So fuckin' worth the risk."
I nodded, because I agreed. He was worth the risk too. This moment was worth the risk. If I had to do it all over again, I wouldn't change my mind. I'd want this and to hell with consequences. To hell with being enemies. To hell with absolutely everything else in the world, but him.
The taps were turned off and the water stopped falling. But I knew I hadn't stopped falling yet. Ben pushed the shower stall open, still sucking on my tongue, melding his lips to mine. He walked us out of the bathroom area, not bothering with towels or drying off. The backs of my legs came into contact with the bed and without any hesitation he gently pushed me back onto the covers. His body stayed glued to mine, his lips didn't shift away, his tongue continued to create a beautiful dance inside my mouth.
And his hands roamed freely. One wrapped up in my hair, the other stroking down my side, over my hip and then cupping my rear. He pulled me tightly against him, rocked his hips into mine, my legs automatically opening to allow him a cradle to rest within. I could feel his erection pulsing hot between us, liquid pooled in a similar beat between my legs.
He rubbed his palm over my thigh, down to behind my knee, then back up to squeeze my butt cheek. Then as though he couldn't decide where to leave it, he then brought it higher and wrapped it around my breast, fingers and thumb tweaking a nipple. I arched against him, whimpered into his mouth. And then begged for more.
"Please," I heard myself saying. Then another, and another, and another. "Please."
"Shhh, red," he murmured. "I'll take care of you. I promise."
I closed my eyes and pretended his words meant more than just for now.
I felt him shift sideways and heard a side drawer being opened beside the bed. My eyes popped open. The part of me that never trusts expecting handcuffs and for him to leave me in this wretched state. The other part, mildly curious to know if he had any toys. A silver foil package came out between two fingers. He tore it open with his teeth, revealing a condom.
Then raised his eyebrows at me.
"Wanna do the honour?" he said huskily.
I just stared. No guy had ever asked me to put the condom on. I knew if I tried my hands would shake, my body would tremble and the moment could well be lost to fear. What if I got it wrong?
His mouth stretched into a wide grin.
"Next time, you're doin' it," he instructed. "So pay attention, red."
I let a breath of air out, incredulous that he'd known exactly why I had frozen up. This man, who was practically a stranger, knew me better than anyone else in the world. Did he suspect that he had my number? Did he know that he saw the real me?
All turbulent thoughts were lost as he rose up on his knees before me, ran a hand seductively down my body and then continued on to stroke his cock. Shit, but he was beautiful. So controlled. So self-possessed. Such a turn-on. Seeing his large palm wrapped around his shaft, the look of erotic bliss wash over his features as he smoothly pulled against himself. His hips rocked slightly, his half-lidded eyes held mine, and a smug grin graced his lips. Knowing damn well that he was turning me on.
"Don't be so smug, Ben," I said in a pant.
The grin widened. His eyes lazily trailed over my body, bare and open before him, as he lost himself to the moment, hand moving faster, eyelids drifting shut.
"Te pai kē," he muttered, moving to put the condom on. I think that was Māori for 'fantastic'. "You are such a fuckin' turn-on."
My face broke into its own grin. To know I did to him, what he did to me. What a thrill.
I watched him roll the condom down his length, then watched as he held it in place and shifted over me. My legs fell further apart in blatant invitation. He licked his lips, positioned himself at my entrance and then rocked forward slowly, placing the broad tip of himself inside my core.
"Ah, fuc
k," he murmured, resting down on his elbows at either side of my face. "I'm not gonna last, red," he admitted.
I wrapped my arms around him, encouraging him to give me more of his weight. He felt delicious against me, bracketing me, cocooning me while with tiny increments he thrust himself further inside. A small gain, then back. A slow burn in and soft glide out. He stretched me wider as he delved deeper, creating sensations I was positive I'd never had before.
Several long moments later, our breaths both coming in short huffs, our skin no longer coated with just water, but sweat, he seated himself deep within my core. He stilled. Made no move further and just looked me in the eyes. The intensity of his stare was too much. My gaze slid to the side and I sucked in breath.
"Look at me, red," he instructed gruffly. His voice a deliciously low and rough sound. It slid over my body and left goosebumps in its wake. It made me feel touched... everywhere.
My eyes flicked back to his at the demand.
"That's it," he whispered, still not moving. "I wanna be inside those baby blues when I make you come."
I licked my lips. His eyes darted down to watch the action, then came straight back to mine.
"Gonna move now, red. You ready?"
I nodded, unable to say a word.
"Gonna make you let go," he whispered, just as he started to rock. "Gonna watch you come apart," he promised, his pace picking up and his words coming out in short puffs. "Gonna set you free, little red. Right along with me."
I couldn't look away. I couldn't reply. I don't know what he saw on my face, because in that moment I forgot to guard, to hide. But I felt every word he said. I felt it deep down inside. And a part of my heart cracked open wider, letting this strange shadow man inside. He would have seen. I know. Because his face softened, his chocolate eyes melted further and his pace faltered at our hips. Just slightly, minutely even. But I felt it. Because I was alive.
He held my gaze throughout it all, daring me not to look away. I had never experienced something so intimate, so open, yet so private as this. It was beyond sensual. Beyond beautiful. I felt scared and elated at the same time. I wanted more and I wanted to hide. Every single rock into me cracked my world further apart.
How could he do this? It was just sex.
But then it wasn't. It was so much more than just sex.
The orgasm came without warning. One second I was staring into those deep brown eyes. The next I was moaning his name, arching beneath him, digging my fingernails into his back. It racked my entire body. Shuddered through me from head to toe. It grounded me, at the same time it released me. I felt connected to the man before me, inside me. I felt elated, as though I was floating and also hurtling towards the ground at an alarming speed.
I held him closer to me, probably crushing him, I don't know. But I needed to feel him against my body, under my hands, wrapped up in my legs, as I rode that unbelievable sensation out.
"Look at me," Ben rasped, just as the last of the orgasm began to fade. I almost didn't want to open my eyes, I was so blissfully tired, but he repeated his instruction, turning the request into a demand with a hard rock of his hips, a thrust against me that could definitely be called a pound. "Look at me."
My eyes opened to stare into his, so familiar now, in such a short amount of time.
And I watched as he let go. Because of me. Because of us and right now. And I saw the moment he was set free and I knew there could be no more beautiful a sight.
And I wanted to do it all over again, because this feeling was addictive.
Because he'd lost me to the sensation of really being free.
Chapter 11
No Hint Of What Was Going On Underneath
I woke to movement. Not much, just a barely there rhythmic motion of the body against my cheek. My hand flexed on the hard naked chest beneath it, smooth skin registered in my sleep-fogged mind. I snuggled a little closer, unwilling to break the spell.
"You awake, red?" Ben asked, in a just woken husky voice.
"Mmmm," I hummed, refusing to open my eyes yet. It must have been morning, light tried to worm its way through my lids, but it still felt way too early, considering how late we'd finally fallen asleep.
"Need you, red," Ben murmured.
The rhythmic movement of his body against me stopped and then I felt his warm hand enfold mine on his chest. He pulled it slowly down the length of his bare torso, under the sheets and then wrapped my fingers around his erection. With an arch of his hips and the stroke of his hand above mine, the rhythm started up again next to my cheek.
I smiled. I couldn't help it. He was incorrigible.
"You're shameless. Haven't you had enough?" My voice still sounded sleepy, but my mind was anything but.
"Nah-uh," he mumbled increasing the speed of my hand on his body.
He'd made love to me two more times since the shower episode. And it was still dark when we fell asleep. I opened my eyes now and took in the soft morning glow filtering in through the high window behind the bed head, above the mirror in the bathroom area. We'd probably only managed a couple of hours sleep, it wasn't nearly bright enough to indicate more yet.
"You're insatiable," I whispered, laying a kiss against the side of his chest, right above the spiral tribal tattoo.
"You. In my bed," is all he managed to get out, before he reached over and picked up a brightly coloured foil package, handing it to me. Then gently urged my head down his body with his other hand, clearly wanting my lips to replace our hands.
I'd never met anyone like Ben Tamati before. When you looked at him, you thought that was all that made up the man. Confident, yes. Capable, definitely. Controlled, absolutely. But there was more to the man who hid in shadows. A hunger and passion that I doubted he showed too many people. I should know. I'm much like him. You think you see me, but the real me is so deeply hidden, that it's an utter surprise when she peeks out now and then.
Ben had a way of making the real me peek out. I was thinking, maybe I had a way of making the real him peek out too.
And right now, seeing his desire, his need, and his ability to reach for what he wants, I kind of liked the real Ben Tamati. I found him refreshing, liberating. The epitome of free.
I glanced at the condom package in my hand, noting it said 'fruit burst' on the outside.
"Fruit burst?" I muttered, receiving a rumbling chuckle through Ben's body in reply.
"Thought I'd surprise you with a tasty breakfast, red," Ben murmured behind me.
I'd never tried flavoured condoms before, but the idea felt titillating. And there was a part of me dying to know what fruit flavour 'fruit burst' actually was. Having had suitable practice last night, I tore open the foil cover and rolled the condom into place. My first lick of the head of his arousal answered my curiosity.
"Raspberry," I whispered against his length. "No, maybe strawberry," I corrected, my fingers still circling the base and firmly stroking up the side of his straining erection.
Ben's hips rocked. "Do you want some cream to go with that?" he asked. I just about choked on my mouthful.
Turning an arched brow at him, I demanded, "Do you want me to do this or not?"
His responding laughter, making his entire frame rock with mirth, made me smile. I couldn't help it, before I managed to turn back to my goal I was chuckling.
"There it is," Ben whispered. "You laughin' in my bed. Knew it would sound good."
I sucked in a breath, realised how much I was enjoying myself with Ben, and then got down to business.
He groaned at my renewed focus and touch, arched his back and rose his hips begging for me to get on with my taste test personally. I smiled, swirled my tongue around the tip, then flicked it across the surface making him gasp. His hands fisted into my hair, a soft scrunch of the strands and then the warmth of his palms cupping my head.
"I can take care of you too, red," he rasped, smoothing a hot hand down my spine to curve around my hip. He nudged me gently, encouraging me to turn compl
etely, bringing my hips up to his end of the bed. Wetness pooled between my thighs at the imagery he created in my mind.
I've never been a particularly adventurous person. But with Ben I wanted to try it all.
I lifted my leg and settled my body on top of his. Two large hands grabbed my hips on either side and pulled me up his body, positioning me exactly where he wanted me to be. I felt incredibly exposed, kneeling above him. But then he was certainly exposed beneath my lips and tongue and teeth.
His hands rubbed circles on the sides of my thighs, as his hips jerked up off the bed when my teeth brushed the edges of the head of his cock. I soothed the spot with my tongue and felt his fingers dig into the flesh of my butt cheeks. Then he ran them lightly over my rear and down the backs of my thighs, until I felt him part my folds. Cool air stroked my centre letting me know he'd bared me completely for his perusal.
I moaned around my mouthful at the erotic thought of him simply taking me all in.
"You're wet," he husked beneath me. "And so fuckin' beautiful," he added.
I waited for him to do something, to touch me, to lick and suck. Even to just to say something more. But for several torturous moments he simply stared. The only sounds were those I was making sucking him off.
I shifted my hips, wiggled my butt encouragingly, then brazenly lowered myself closer to his mouth.
"You want somethin'?" he asked, humour lacing his words.
A popping sound, as I released him from between my lips, preceded my words. "You said you'd take care of me," I pointed out, a little miffed. But in a good way.
He chuckled, the rumble vibrating through my chest as it rested on his stomach.
"What do you want, red?" he asked, deep and sexy rough voice. "You want my fingers? How many can you take? One? Two? I bet your hungry pussy could manage three. Want me to prove it?"
Oh God, yes please! I kept my lips sealed around his cock, refusing to beg anymore than necessary.
A single tip of a finger ran up the centre of my folds.
I jerked, moaned and felt myself get wetter.
The finger swept back down, swirled around my clit, but didn't actually touch it.
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