This kiss is different, deeper, and more deliberate. His tongue traces the seam of my lips, and I open for him with a sigh. He tastes like toothpaste and desire, and I melt against him, my hands splaying across the warm expanse of his chest.
Somehow, we move toward the bed, our mouths still fused together. When the backs of my knees hit the mattress, Ben breaks the kiss to look down at me, his eyes dark with want.
“Wait,” I gasp, my heart hammering. “I-I need to tell you something.”
His thumb traces my bottom lip. “What is it, sweetheart?”
I take a deep breath. “I’m... I’ve never... I’m a virgin.”
His expression shifts, something fierce and possessive flashing in his eyes.
“No man’s ever been inside you before?”
I shake my head, unable to look away from the intensity in his gaze.
“No.”
A growl rumbles from his chest, and he pulls me flush against him. “Fuck, baby,” he murmurs against my hair. “I knew you were mine.”
Before I can process his reaction, he’s laying me back on the bed, his large body covering mine. His weight should feel confining, but instead, it feels like being anchored in a storm.
“I want to taste you,” he says, brushing his lips across my forehead. “Will you let me do that?”
My breath hitches. I know what he’s asking. I’ve read about it, thought about it, but never experienced it. The idea of his mouth on me, there, sends a fresh wave of heat through my body.
“Yes,” I whisper.
Ben’s smile is predatory as he moves down my body, pressing kisses along my collarbone, the valley between my breasts, my stomach through the thin T-shirt. When he reaches the waistband of the shorts, he looks up at me, seeking final permission.
I nod, and he slowly pulls them down my legs, leaving me in just the oversized shirt and my underwear.
“These too,” he says, hooking his fingers in the elastic of my panties. “Lift up for me.”
I raise my hips, and he slides the fabric down, leaving me exposed to his gaze. I resist the urge to close my legs, to hide from him. Instead, I watch as he settles between my thighs, his broad shoulders pushing them further apart.
“Fuck, baby. You’re soaked for me,” he murmurs against my skin.
I feel my cheeks burn. “I-is that a bad thing?”
Ben chuckles. “No, sweetheart. It’s definitely not a bad thing.”
The first swipe of his tongue makes me cry out. It’s unlike anything I’ve ever felt. It’s hot, wet and precise in a way I never could have imagined. He groans against me, the vibration adding another layer of sensation.
“Goddamn,” he murmurs against me. “You taste so fucking sweet.”
He slides one finger inside me, and I tense at the intrusion. He pauses, letting me adjust, and then begins to move in a slow, steady rhythm.
“Don’t fight it,” he instructs. “Breathe deep and let me in.”
I try to do what he says, and slowly, my body relaxes, opening for him. He adds a second finger, stretching me, filling me, and the sensation is overwhelming. Then his mouth returns to my clit, and his fingers curl inside me, and the dual sensation is too much, too intense, too everything.
“I can’t—” I gasp, my head thrashing on the pillow. “It’s too much?—”
“You can take it, Tilly.” His voice is firm, commanding. “Now come all over my fingers and let me see my girl fall apart.”
Something inside me snaps.
The orgasm crashes through me like a wave, powerful and relentless. I cry out, my whole body shuddering, my inner walls clenching around his fingers. He works me through it, his mouth and hands never stopping, drawing out every last pulse of pleasure until I’m limp and gasping and utterly destroyed.
