It is now.
Not only that, it’s getting closer. Ben’s approach is almost catlike. Primal. Like he’s a predator and I’m the prey. Well, I can assure you, it’s the other way around. Remember the nightie?
“You’re so fucking sexy, honey,” he says in a husky, sexy voice.
“So are you, baby.” Yep, I said “baby,” and I’m not sorry.
It must be effective because he’s moved quickly to the bed. Sliding in next to me, he wraps his arms around me and pulls me into a kiss so hot it singes my soul. A kiss that’s been three months in the making. I push him to his back and slide my leg over his hip. I need to feel that length against me. I want it inside.Now.
His hands slide up my leg, making quick work of the removal of my nightgown. I help him where I can because I want his hands on my skin. I want him everywhere.
Chapter Thirty-Nine
Ben
I hopedtonight was the night. I was prepared for whatever it was she planned for us. Hell, I was ready to eat dinner and watch a little television if that’s what Alison wanted. What I wasn’t prepared for was the sight of my future wife wearing the sexiest fucking negligee I’d ever seen.
When she opened the door, I did the only thing I could. I became instantly hard, threw down the expensive bouquet of flowers I’d bought to romance her, picked her up, and took her to bed. I’m not sorry, and from her reaction, she’s not sorry either.
“You’re so fucking sexy, honey.”
“So are you, baby.”
She called me “baby.” Holy fuck, that’s hot. I never want her to call me anything else.
She’s wrapped in my arms before I even utter a word. I run my palms up her back down to her ass; the softness of the nightie feels perfect. But not as perfect has her skin. Slipping my hand beneath the bottom edge of her gown, I slowly push it up. I want to give her time to stop me if she’s not ready for this. Instead of stopping, she helps me. I watch her lift the blue silk up her thighs and past her hips, revealing her trimmed dark curls. Only getting a glimpse of her pussy is enough to have me leaking from the head of my cock.
I’m mesmerized as the fabric slides over her soft belly and past her tits. My God. Her tits. I’ve dreamed about them. Fantasized about them. Imagined what they’d feel like in my hands, how her peaks would taste.
I don’t wait. Sliding my right hand around her waist, I lean down and I lick, I nibble, I suckle. The sounds she’s making are burning me up, making me crazy. I move to the other side and repeat, using my hand on the lonely one, squeezing and plucking at the nipple still wet from my tongue.
“Oh, Ben….”
More encouraging words have never been spoken. Rolling her back, I slide between her legs and kiss her. I know she feels me. Hell, I can feel how wet she is; it’s on me now. The feeling makes me crazed, urgent.
“I need to be inside you, Ali.”
“Yes.” She moans. “I’m on birth control. I’m clean. You?”
“So fucking clean.” Positioning myself at her entrance, I press in slowly. It’s killing me because all I want to do is slam inside her over and over and over again. I can’t do that to her. Not right now. Until I know what she likes, I need to do this right.
Seated completely inside her, I stop to catch my breath. I look down at her and see a smile that I’ll never forget. When she starts to giggle, I return the smile. “Happy?”
“So happy.” She giggles again, but that stops the second I pull almost all the way out and press in, this time a little faster.
“So fucking happy.” Her voice is deep and husky.
“You feel like heaven, sweetheart.”
“So do you. I knew you’d feel this good.”
Out and in again, and I pause. It’s amazing being deep inside her. I can feel her walls squeezing my cock and it’s… it’s spectacular.
“I love you, Alison.”
I don’t expect to hear a reply. She told me months ago that it was going to take time, and I get that. So when she says, “I love you too, Ben,” hell, I want to jump up and down and scream. I want to shout so loud the entire city hears me. But not right now. No, right now, I need to make my woman come.
And come she does. Twice.
