Ben shifts away from me and yanks me in to a sitting position. I watch as his fingers skim down over my breasts until they find the hem of my shirt, which he bunches in his fingers and then lifts it over my head. I automatically raise my arms as he does and shiver in delight when he takes my smaller hands in one of his larger ones and pushes me back on the bed.
“Stay right there.” He orders, and it’s so entirely sexy that even the little rebel on my shoulder nods her head obediently.
I suck my bottom lip between my teeth and bite down, welcoming the sting of it. Ben’s eyes slide to my mouth, and growls fiercely as he lowers his mouth onto my shoulder and starts peppers kisses in a line straight to my breasts. His mouth finds my nipple over my bra, which isn’t difficult since they are currently hard as rocks, and draws it into his mouth with a sharp pull. My hips jerk up into his, once again rubbing against his swollen center, and I moan loudly. He smirks briefly before moving to the other side, giving my other nipple the same attention.
My bra has a front clasp, and he seems to have no issue snapping it open. His large hands slide the fabric off and grasp onto each breast, and I nearly scream out when he squeezes. I can’t help the moan that falls from my lips; it’s loud and needy. I want his mouth back on my breasts, and I have no trouble letting him know. I grab his hair in both hands and force him back in their direction. He chuckles but obliges none the less. His tongue circles around my nipple before he sucks on it, hard. My body jumps about a mile above the bed. “Oh my God. Yes, Ben!”
He moves to the other breast, eliciting the same response, before finally making his way down, lower, where I am literally aching for him. I am positively throbbing between my thighs. His mouth finds the button of my jeans, and I almost come when the man rips them open with his teeth! Holy fuck, that is hot.
He grips the waistband of the denim fabric and slides it off me with remarkable skill. In my dazed state, it takes me a moment to realize that my panties are coming down as well. I have no objections, and in compliance, lift my hips, making the process easier and faster. As my need for him grows to epic proportions, my patience dwindles at the same rate. In an effort to assist him in ridding me of my jeans and panties, I push at the back of my heels with my toes to release my shoes. They fall onto the floor with a loud thud, and then I am completely naked, entirely exposed to him. Both physically and emotionally.
Every wall has come down, and I want to join my body with his more than I want to take my next breath. He leans back over me, but he is still entirely too dressed, and I want him naked. “Uh-uh. I want yours off, too.”
My hands move to his top button and tug it free. My eyes flicker to his, and I think I see him hesitate for just a moment before he tugs at the zipper and pushes his jeans down off his legs. When he is fully naked, I swallow hard. I felt him grind up against me before, and I knew he was… large, but Jesus, his cock is huge! He’s going to destroy my pussy. I relish the idea. My eyes flicker a little lower, and I remember the prosthetic now that I have my eyes on it. I get it now; the slight hesitation.
“Do you need to take it off?” I ask as I nod my head downwards.
It’s the first time I’ve seen his confidence stutter, his cheeks flushing just the slightest pink. “Do you mind? It’s actually easier if I do, and more comfortable.”
Shit, all I want is for him to screw my brains out. I catch his gaze and make sure he can see the look in my eyes when I tell him, “Ben, just do whatever you need to do to fuck me already.”
His face lights up at my blunt reply, and he shakes his head slightly, as if he cannot believe the words that have just fallen from my lips. He sits up and pulls the prosthetic off with lightning speed, and before I can even blink, he’s on top of me, caging me with an arm on either side. I take advantage of this position and allow my hands to explore that magnificent painted chest of his, gliding my fingers over the perfection above me. But hunger soon overtakes me. I need his mouth on mine. I have never been known for my patience, and I am not about to start now. I pull him down until his lips crash onto mine.
His swollen head is sliding against the throbbing between my thighs that is soaking with need. I move my hips up and down to show him just how ready I am for him. He reaches over to the bedside table and pulls out a condom, rolling onto his side to slide it on. He is taking too long; I don’t want to wait another second, so I push him onto his back and straddle him. He looks up at me with wide eyes, his lips curled up in surprise. I lower my pussy against his length and slide it up and down, the pressure against my clit pure heaven.
He says something, but I am too lost in my nirvana to even comprehend words. I’m done waiting and move to position myself over him before sliding myself down onto him in one push. I welcome the sting, screaming out my relief as his impressive length impales me. “Yes!”
I rise up until he’s almost out of me and slide down again, adjusting to his magnificent cock more quickly this time. Ben thrusts up at the same time and leaves me feeling so impossibly full that I think that he’s going to split me in two. We move in perfect sync, as if this was rehearsed a million times and we are competing for finals. I fall into ecstasy as the muscles in my wall begin to tighten around his cock.
Tingles run across every inch of my skin, and I close my eyes as my orgasm begins to crest. I rock myself harder against Ben and sigh as I pulse around him in such welcome relief. Just when I think it’s over, he rolls me onto my back and starts to pump into me even more deeply than before. I wrap my legs around him, locking him against me, and meet each of his thrusts with a loud pant. His arms tighten around me as I crest yet again, a second orgasm exploding from me as I scream his name out again, and feel him thrust hard one more time as his yells out his release with me.
We both lay panting for a moment before he rolls over, his semi-erect cock sliding out of me as he does, and then pulls me close. He wraps his arms around me and kisses the top of my head. “That was fucking amazing,” he says, out of breath.
“Yeah, it wasn’t too bad,” I say, like the smart ass I am.
He lifts his head to look down at me. “Not too bad?”
I shrug against him. “Well, I usually at least get dinner when I’m on a date.” My face breaks into a smile as I trace my fingers lazily over his chest.
“Oh, honey, this date is just getting started. I’m going to make you dinner, and then we’re going to do this all over again. But better.”
“It gets better?”
“For someone who just said it wasn’t too bad, I think I’m going to have to do whatever I can to make sure it gets better.”
I rise up, look him in the eye, and give him my most devilish smile. “Oh, I’m so up for this challenge Ben.”
Chapter 7
I’ve slept with my fair share of women over the years. But fuck me, I don’t think I’ve ever felt this satisfied. Ever. I didn’t even scratch the surface with what I want to do to this woman. This was hard and fast and full of fucking heat, but I still need to explore every inch of Jill’s delicious body. I want to do it right now, in fact, but my date has requested I feed her, so feed her I will… more than my cock. I chuckle at my own internal thought and shift my gaze as her fingers stop trailing over my stomach and lay flat as she pushes to lean up and look at me.
“What’s so funny?” One brow is raised over her gorgeous gray eyes.
The side of my mouth rises in a cocky grin before I lean forward and press my lips against hers. “Just wondering how I got lucky enough to get your gorgeous ass in my bed.”
“Trying to distract me with compliments?” She grins back down at me.
“Oh, if I was going to distract you, I would do something like this.” Before she can react, I roll her over and capture her lips in mine, slide a hand over her breast, and gently roll her taut nipple between my fingers. Her mouth opens as a soft moan falls from her lips, and I sweep my tongue inside, loving the feeling of her breath against mine. I kiss her for only a minute, making sure
to leave her wanting, and then pull slowly away. “Didn’t you say something about me feeding you?”
Her hands snake up and latch onto the longer locks of my hair as she pulls my face close to hers. “I’ve said it once, Benjamin Sapphire, but I’ll say it again. You, sir, are a tease.”
I grin salaciously. “Me?”
“Yes. You.” She draws my face forward until it’s only a hair’s breadth from hers and then darts her tongue out, sliding it across my lips in one slow motion. I inhale deeply and force myself to keep my head still instead of crashing my lips onto hers like I desire. “Just don’t forget that two can play at that game.”
“I like when you’re feisty.” I snake my own tongue out and trace it over my lips, following the same path hers did. “But you’re right. Let’s eat first. I want to make sure you have enough energy for what I’m planning to do to you later.”
Her eyes widen, and I feel her body shift under me as her cheeks flush a stunning shade of pink. “I think I can live with that plan.”
I lower myself the tiny fraction required and place a soft kiss on her lips before pushing myself up and off her. Her eyes roam down my chest so I look down in question and then back at her. “Too much?” I have a lot of ink. I don’t see a single mark on her body.
She shakes her head. “No.” Her fingers reach out and graze over the wings of the phoenix on my shoulder. “I want to trace every single line with my tongue. It’s incredibly sexy.” Her eyes shift to meet mine. “You’re incredibly sexy.”
My fucking heart skips a beat, then another, and then another. I want to throw her back on this bed right now, shove my cock into her, and claim her as mine. Instead, I muster every ounce of will power I have and push my animalistic needs away for the moment. “You just may be the most perfect woman I’ve ever met, Jill Baldwin.”
Her eyes grow wide for just a second before she blushes and shifts her gaze to her lap. I honestly don’t think she’s used to receiving compliments, which staggers me because she is truly the most gorgeous and humble woman I can ever remember meeting. Not wanting to embarrass her further, I shift to the end of the bed and move to place my prosthetic back on. I look over my shoulder as I do and address her. “Ready for some dinner? I’m going to make you the best steak you’ve ever had.”
Her face lights up as she smiles and then hops out of the bed. “Yes! I’m starving.” She wiggles her eyebrows and smiles even brighter. “Plus, word on the street is that I’m going to need some extra fortitude for the rest of the evening.”
She reaches down, plucks the t-shirt I had on earlier off the floor, and pulls it over her head. I watch as she then pulls her panties out of her strewn jeans and slides them up her legs. Did I say she couldn’t get any more beautiful? Fuck me. I was wrong. Seeing her in my shirt may be the hottest goddamn thing I’ve ever seen in my life. I rise off the bed, walk over, and pull her into my arms to mumble into her soft waves, “Where in the hell have you been hiding?”
Her arms tighten around me in response, clinging to me for a full minute before she loosens her grip to pull away, her eyes meeting mine with a smile. “I guess good things are worth waiting for.”
After I pull on a pair of shorts, and no shirt per her request, we head to the kitchen and work together to cook dinner. I’m pleasantly surprised to learn she’s an amazingly good cook and actually gives me some tips on how to grill the asparagus, rather than steam it, for optimal flavor. As soon as I sink my teeth into the tender green stalks and the smoky flavor bursts in my mouth, I moan. Out loud. It’s that good. Not a single drop of the hollandaise is needed, not that it stops her from dipping every bite in the yummy sauce. I love that this woman eats with gusto. She wanted her steak rare and her fries crunchy, and I smile as she devours every morsel without apology. Seriously, this woman just keeps getting better and better.
Even though I made promises to have her for dessert, after cleaning up the dinner dishes, we wander over to the big couches in the middle of my living space and fold into one with full glasses of the wine I opened early, continuing the easy conversation that’s been flowing between us. She curls her legs underneath her like a cat, her long bare limbs exposed past her thighs where my t-shirt sits.
“So, tell me all the things about you I don’t know yet, Ben.” Her lips kiss the edge of her glass as she takes a sip of the dark red liquid, her eyes locked on me.
“Tell me what you know and I’ll fill in the blanks,” I counter, not smugly but challengingly.
She tilts her head in acceptance. “Well, I know you’re a Sapphire, which basically means you’re rich.”
I shrug my shoulders. It’s not something I can deny. I was lucky enough to be born to a father who worked his ass off to build this empire. Now, Drew and I run it, and we’re able to enjoy and reap the benefits of its success. “Does it bother you that I’m rich?”
She shakes her head back and forth and speaks softly. “No, because you don’t act like you are. You could choose to do whatever you like, live wherever you want with your money, but instead, you live in a loft. You joined the Army. And look what you’ve done downstairs. I mean, could you be any more selfless?”
I look down into my glass and think about how to respond to this, because I think, initially, when I started the gym, it was purely for selfish reasons, but I decide to just be honest and share this with her. “I’m not quite the savior you paint me to be, Jill. When I lost my leg, I went to a really dark place. I almost got lost there and may not have made it back if it wasn’t for my stubborn brother and another really stubborn physical therapist at the hospital.”
She shifts closer to me and, completely astonishing me, places her hand on the seam where my prosthetic meets my scarred leg. “This happened in the war?”
I’m not lying when I tell you that not a single person, outside of medical staff, has ever touched my wound. Her touch shifts something inside of me, making me aware of how unbelievably special this woman is. Emotion threatens to steal my voice, so I clear my throat as I try to shake it away, replying softly, “Yes. Our truck hit an IED.” I stop and look at her to clarify in case she doesn’t understand. “An explosive buried in the ground.” She nods, so I continue before I lose my nerve. “It was bad. Really bad. When I woke up, I just remember seeing blood everywhere, and body parts, and feeling terrified when I looked down and saw how mangled my leg was. But it was nothing compared to looking beside me and seeing one of my best friends dead.”
I stop then because the old anger of being the one to survive, and my friends not surviving, is boiling under the surface. She doesn’t need to see that. And, again, I’m astonished when she moves even closer and takes my hand in hers, squeezing gently. “I’m so, so sorry for your losses, Ben. I can’t begin to comprehend what you must have suffered, but I’m really glad your stubborn brother saw you through.”
Blinking rapidly to damn the emotion that’s trying to break free behind my lids, I shake my head again in wonder. I clear my throat again and continue my story. “So, you see, I needed to do something with all that anger. Once I could stand on my own again,” I release her hand for only a moment to knock on my leg to expand on my statement, and then take it back in mine, “I found a way to release some of it and began boxing. When I left the hospital, I wanted a space more private where I didn’t feel like everyone was looking at my leg, or if I lost my balance and fell, I didn’t have people feeling sorry for me. I bought this building and initially just put a punching bag in. Then I invited some of my brothers, and then they invited some more, and the next thing I knew, I had a full-fledged gym. It would have been selfish of me not to open the doors to other men like me who needed a place to go and didn’t have it.” I shrug nonchalantly and look up to find her staring at me intently.
She finally graces me with a smile as she moves her head back and forth in a slow motion. “Do you understand how amazing what you’ve done is? I’m in awe of you, Benjamin. Complete awe.”
I look into my glass and
then take a sip of wine before replying. I’m embarrassed. I did this for me, and being able to help my other brothers-in-need just happened naturally, not because of anything I did consciously. “Don’t be. Be in awe of the men and women who are still out there fighting for us and protecting us. And for the families here waiting with baited breath for them to come home. They are the ones to admire. Not me.”
She scoots even closer to me, and I wonder if she’s going to climb into my lap, but instead, she grasps my chin between her tiny fingers and pulls my face to look at her. “And that is what makes what you’ve done so amazing. You take no credit for how much you help these people and feel less for doing it. That makes you one of the most giving men, and maybe, I’m now proud to say, one of the most admired men I have ever had the honor of knowing.”
I’m stunned by her words and at a loss as to how to respond to them, so I lean forward and press my lips to hers. Her hand moves from my chin and slides around my neck to deepen the kiss, but it doesn’t take a passionate turn. This kiss is different; it’s filled with feelings I’ve never experienced and leaves me breathless with its meaning. Before I can think about it further, she pulls back, places a kiss to my nose, and then slides down and curls into my body.
“Okay, so we’ve got rich, one-legged, selfless, and amazing kisser out of the way. What else should I know about you, Ben?”
I laugh out loud and pull her closer to me as I do, enjoying the feeling of her warm body pressed in against mine. I tell her about my sister that died in a car accident at sixteen, how hard it was for my family, how much my brother Drew, although younger, has really always taken care of me. I tell her how we spent our summers in Northern California on the beach, surfing, playing football, and chasing girls. I tell her how much I love Hannah and the children she’s brought into our lives and how they brought my parents back to life.
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