On a load roar, I emptied myself into Murphy’s mouth, something my high school self never believed would happen. But my adult self was embarrassed by how quickly it had all gone down, and worse, before I took care of her.
Flipping her onto her back, I kissed her hard, tasting myself on her lips and not caring. “I believe in ladies first, Murph. Don’t test me again.”
Not waiting for a response, I crawled down her body, grabbing her cutoffs and practically tearing them off. Remembering her feminine scent from the other night, I couldn’t wait to dive in. This time, I took it slow, building her to a crescendo and then bringing her down, not wanting to end this too quickly. I was at my new favorite buffet, and planned to eat as many desserts as I wanted.
“Please,” she finally whimpered.
Sliding a finger inside her, I put pressure in the same place that had set her off a few nights ago, and she jolted off the mattress, calling out my name as her body spasmed.
“Ben, what are you doing to me?” she whispered when I made my way up to her, settling next to her on the pillows.
“Just the beginning, Murph.”
My hair fell in my eyes and she swept it out of the way, then placed a kiss on my lips. “I see you still refuse to cut your hair. How can you see to operate?”
Turning away from her, I hid a smile. “Promise not to tell?”
She nodded as her fingers drew figure eights on my chest, and I ran my palm up and down her thigh.
“I wear it back in a headband under my cap.”
Surprising me, she quickly turned over, yanking me so we were front to front, my hardening length poking her. “Stop. No you don’t.”
“I do.”
“If the guys from Pressman could see you now—fancy doctor, pretty boy, amazing lover.”
I scowled. “They’d laugh all the way home to their mansions.”
Squeezing my ass, she said, “Stop it. Don’t be like that. Own it. As for me, they’d run all the way home to tell their moms and dads how I ruined my life.”
“I don’t care. I’m the lucky one holding you now.” Sliding my hand down her back, I bumped my hips against hers, and we started to grind into each other. “I want you, but also want to take it slow.”
“Why don’t you have me slowly?” she whispered. “Oh God. Did I just say that out loud?”
Running my tongue along her bottom lip and then the top one, I said, “You did. And I think you were on to something.”
I reached behind me into the nightstand drawer to grab a condom from the new box I’d stashed there. “Ready for me, Murph?”
All she had to do was nod, and I was on top of her. Kissing her mouth, I ran my hand down her side as I slid into home.
20
Murphy
“I should go home,” I murmured sleepily, curled into Ben’s side.
“You don’t have to.” He ran his hand down my back, sending shivers up my spine and causing goose bumps to break out all over my skin.
“I know.” The words came out a bit melancholy. This felt incredible, glorious, being cuddled with Ben in his big king-size bed with sheets that smelled exactly like his woodsy Vermont scent.
A little chuckle bubbled up my throat.
“What?” he asked, never missing a thing.
“You’ll laugh too. I just remembered always thinking you smelled so good at Pressman. When we would sit next to each other, I would sneak a sniff here and there. You always smelled so natural.”
He rolled on his side, sliding me the other way so we were face-to-face. “That’s because I didn’t wear all that expensive cologne like everyone else. Christ, I couldn’t stand the locker room after practice.”
