Ugh. Just stop. You’re allowing your thoughts to play tricks on you. Clear your mind so you can shut off your brain and get some sleep.
I take a few deep breaths, in through my nose, then slowly exhale from my mouth. In for two, out for two. Normally, when I do meditation, I’m alone. I hope it doesn’t sound like I’m hyperventilating over here. Paranoia gets the better of me, and I roll slightly to ensure he’s not wondering what the hell I’m doing. Yet it’s clear Ben managed to fall asleep the moment his head hit the pillow.
Just like a man.Not a care in the world. Forget the elaborate ruse today, the fact that he’s got to get up at the ass crack of dawn to get me to my car, or that he’s lying next to a virtual stranger in her underwear. Then it hits me. He probably isn’t attracted to me. Or maybe he’s actually a decent guy who was as down on his luck as I’ve been.Not all men would put the moves on someone simply because they’ve got a vagina.
This thought has my shoulders relaxing as I roll away from him, back onto my side. I continue to meditate, breathing rhythmically, hoping I’ll drift off to sleep. Because tomorrow is going to be another long day.
Hmm.I moan, enjoying the warmth surrounding me. My left cheek feels as if it’s being kissed by the sun. The breeze ruffles my hair, a few runaway strands tickling the shell of my ear. A smile crosses my face as I listen for the sound of the ocean. But instead, there’s only more wind through the strands of hair at the nape of my neck.
I blink away the sleep and try to orient myself to where I am when I quickly realize I’d been dreaming. The warmth isn’t coming from the summer sun, but the firm body enveloped around me. And the breeze is apparently Ben’s heavy exhales against my neck. The rugged, earthy scent I’ve been so attracted to is even more delicious up close. It’s the perfect mixture of woodsy masculinity with a hint of orange zest.
A slight shift in his position brings a few more things to light. He’s currently got one hand wrapped around my waist, his fingers precariously close to dipping inside my boy shorts. The other is cupping my left breast. Yet instead of immediately putting distance between us like any sane person, I arch into him like the needy little harlot I am. The movement causes his hand to dip lower over my mound, and his hips to rock into my backside.
Holy shit. He’s hard.
Big and hard.
I need to pull away. But god, he feels so good. And it’s been so long since anyone touched me this way.
Hell. Who am I kidding? Brad only pawed at me long enough to get hard so he could get off. I swear the whole thing never lasted more than ten minutes. Which is just as well since the encounterswere more frustrating than pleasurable. I’d given up hoping for an orgasm unless I was willing to take care of it on my own after he’d returned to snoring.
Another groan escapes, and I seriously consider interrogating him on his current behavior. That is, until I realize the keening sound came from me.
As Ben continues to grind himself against me, I bite down onto my lip to prevent emitting any other feral sounds.I mean, who is humping who here?
Unable to hold back any longer, I glance over my shoulder to discover he appears to be asleep. His exhales are heavy as they hit my cheek, stray tendrils of my fine blonde hair swaying in a rhythmic motion.
Ben’s fingers dip lower, and I nearly draw blood at the force of biting down on my cheek to stifle crying out. How is he slumbering through this? I’m sure my panties are soaked.
Suddenly, his hand is flexing over my breast, his fingertips searching for my nipple, and I realize he must be awake. Yet instead of scolding him to keep his hands to himself, I inadvertently push back into his steely erection before I can stop myself. This need is shrouding my judgment.
“Grace?” His voice cracks as the deep timbre tickles the shell of my ear.
“Yes.”
“Is this okay?”
I should say no. Tell him I need to go. But instead, my words tumble out in a staccato cadence. “Um, yes.”
He stiffens, his fingers halting all movement. “I didn’t mean to take advantage. I’m?—”
“It’s okay. I know you didn’t.” And I’m almost certain it’s true. But I’m much more confident that I don’t want what he’s doing to stop.
As if this is the green light he was looking for, his talented fingers dip into the waistband of my underwear and—“Oh, fuck.” The feel of his firm cock rocking against my backside while his fingers graze my clit is melting my brain. “Your pussy’s so soft and wet.” Now it’s histurn to moan. He slides a thick finger inside. My hips are suddenly rolling back and forth against his hand. The shameless hussy.
Ben adjusts slightly, placing his mouth on my neck. The coarse stubble against my overheated skin causes me to shiver. “Grace? Can I?” He slides a second fingertip inside me before withdrawing and pulling his fingertips up to his mouth. He lets out a deep, throaty groan that reverberates straight through to my core. “Can I please taste this sweet pussy?”
Oh. My. God. How would anyone turn that down? No man haseveroffered to do that. Like, ever. “I’m not… I don’t…”
He starts to pull away. The realization my one and only chance to experience this may be flying out the window, so I blurt, “Yes. I don’t think sex is a good idea, but?—”
“We don’t have to have sex. Just let me take care of you, Grace.” There’s no need to say more as Ben abruptly moves from behind me to slide to the foot of the bed. Reaching behind him, he removes his T-shirt in one practiced move. I can practically feel the moisture pooling between my legs as his sinewy arm and back muscles flex like a scene fromMagic Mike.
Leaning forward, he grips the sides of my boy shorts in each hand and carefully glides them down my legs. He lifts them to his nose, closes his eyes, and takes a deep inhale. My eyes instantly roll back in my head. This is akin to something from a movie. The kind you imagine is complete fantasy because no mere mortal could do the things to women they do.
Oh, but he does.
My thoughts return to the here and now as I feel the swipe of Ben’s tongue across my clit. He wastes no time burying his face between my thighs, devouring me as if he’s literally been starving for it. I manage to lift my head enough to observe him and nearly come apart at the seams at the spectacle. It’s more than the aggressive nature of his ministrations. I lay awestruck as that phenomenal ass moves up and down, clearly enjoying this so much he’s now humping the bed.
