“Are you sure?” He pulls back just enough to ask, but I slam my mouth back on his in answer.
I feel his hand sneak out and turn the stove off before coming back to settle under my butt.
“Let’s go to your room,” I murmur against his mouth.
“What about the food?” he asks, glancing over to where everything is sitting.
“Let’s eat after. I don’t want to waste another moment.” My nerves are fluttering, and I don’t want to take the time to think. I just want to do.
Ben doesn’t hesitate to carry me out of the kitchen and down the hallway, kicking his door shut before Danger can weasel his way in. He makes a disgruntled whine outside the door, but we ignore him. Ben bends to gently place me on the bed before hovering over me, his eyes darting to each part of my body before coming to rest on my face to see where I’m intently staring at him.
He crawls on top of me, fisting his hands in my hair and arching my head back to place a trail of kisses down the column of my throat.
“Ben,” I say, placing my hands on his wrists, and he stills.
“Yeah?” His voice comes out gravelly and rough, and I squirm underneath him.
“I need to tell you something.”
That’s never the sentence someone wants to hear right before they have sex.
His eyes shoot to mine, and he pushes up, withdrawing his hands from my hair. He moves to the side of me and sinks down into the comforter, elbow supporting him, resting his head on his hand. His free hand pushes the hem of my shirt up, and he draws light circles on my skin, right above the top of my shorts.
My heart feels like it’s beating a million miles a minute in my chest, and I swallow past the lump in my throat.
“Um … well … okay, so I’ve never …” I look down, watching the goose bumps bloom from where he’s touching my stomach, and I bring a hand up, placing it over his to stop his movement. I can’t think with his hand on me.
“You’ve never …” he prompts, looking at me from under those thick eyelashes.
“I’ve never done this,” I say, sweeping my hand between us.
His forehead creases before it registers.
“You’ve never had sex?” He sits up, grabbing my hand.
“Yes, that’s what I’m trying to tell you.” I place a hand on his arm, and it tenses. Not exactly how I envisioned this going.
Maybe I should have told him before, like Andi suggested.
I rise up on my knees and grab the hem of my shirt, pulling it over my head. He looks over at me, and I can see the lust, the attraction in his eyes.
“That’s cool. I mean, just tell me if you want me to go slower or stop,” he says, reaching up to run his fingertips across my stomach.
That’s it? I built all this up in my head for that?
It takes me a moment to process, but then I grin and move to unbutton my jean shorts. He tracks my movements like I’m water in the Sahara. I’ve never done a striptease before, and I’m not sure this would even qualify, but there’s something so freeing as I push my shorts down and watch Ben’s fingers flex. I scoot over, wrapping my arms around him, a sense of déjà vu from the kitchen to here, but now, I’m wearing a lot less clothes, and he knows a lot more about my lack of sexual experiences.
22 Ben
I close the distance between us. My hands rake her hair back from around her face as I crash my lips to hers.
I pause to stare at her, the way her cheeks are flushed, her hair in disarray, her chest rising and falling with shallow breaths.
“You’re beautiful,” I say, running one finger across her collarbone and watching her skin peak with goose bumps.
“More of that,” she says, gripping both of my arms and pulling me down so her hands can find the bottom of my shirt and lift. She throws my shirt off the bed and places both her palms on my pecs, running them back and forth against my chest.
I lower my head, kissing the rounded skin at the top of her breasts before reaching up and pushing both cups down, freeing her nipples that are standing erect, begging me to lick and bite and suck them.
Don’t mind if I do.
Her back arches off the bed as soon as my mouth makes contact. Her hands wrap in my hair and hold me to her in a vise grip. One I never want to get out of. If I could stay here forever, breathing in her skin and tasting every inch of her perfect breasts, I would. She presses on the top of my head, urging me to continue my journey south of the border, and I comply, hooking a finger around each side of her panties, pulling them down and then moving her legs apart.
“Don’t forget to let me know if you need anything different,” I say.
She nods before I lower my head to her warm, wet center. Pepper decides I’m too slow, and with her hands still in my hair, she pushes my head down and raises her hips to meet me, a satisfied groan erupting from her chest as soon as my tongue makes contact with her clit.
“I’ve wanted this for a while,” she moans. “I’ve wanted you.”
As she writhes under me, her grip gets tighter as I work my tongue through her folds. Hearing her say that makes me harder, to know that she’s been feeling what I have. I press my thumb
