"No," I said immediately. I liked when he touched me. I'd started to crave it, even. Any contact with him, any physical closeness was a hit of a drug I'd never known I could be addicted to.
"And if I were to touch you more," he went on, bringing his finger between my breasts, "would that be nice?"
Hesitantly, I admitted, "Yes."
"Then, let me prove you wrong." He toyed with the strap of my dress, running his finger under it and sending electric shocks of pleasure along my breast. "Let me bring you pleasure. I'll go slowly, and you can tell me when to stop."
That was maddeningly tempting. Benjamin was experienced enough that, despite my past, I did harbor some hope. And he was straightforward enough, confident enough, that if I told him to stop, I knew he would. He was safe. I wasn't sure how outrageously flirty and safe could exist together, but somehow, Benjamin managed that. My mouth had started watering, and I swallowed. "What, like… lessons?"
His grin made his eyes sparkle. "Yes. Like lessons. Should we draw it out? For fun? One lesson at a time."
My stomach flipped over like a pancake. "It's just for fun?"
"No pressure," he assured me, but he was already shimmying the dress strap down my shoulder. "I'll take it slow. We have aweek, after all. You aren't obligated to give anything more than what you find pleasurable. No strings attached."
I squeezed my legs together, already feeling an insurmountable pressure between them. "That does sound a little fun." I wasn't sure how I felt about the "No strings attached" part. On the one hand, I knew Benjamin's type. He probably wasn't one to get attached to his sexual partners or fall madly in love. And there was some safety in that because it really meant no pressure. On the other hand, I wondered, wasIcapable of being like that? I hadn't had enough experience to know how I would react to this kind of relationship. What if I got attached?
He slipped his finger under the fabric of my neckline, sliding over the crest of my breast. "No time like the present."
My heart banged away in double time, and I stared up at him with exhilaration swooping through my stomach. Maybe I would be alright. Maybe, if we kept it clear that hearts were not in the equation, it could be fun. I wouldn't know unless I tried. "What's the first lesson?"
"The first lesson," he said softly, bending down to poise his lips just under my jaw, "is, 'breathe.'"
"Breathe?" I echoed.
He kissed under my jaw softly, sending a trill of pleasure down to my toes, and his finger tugged at the loose, deep V of the neckline, baring most of my breast. "Yes, breathe. All you have to do is breathe and feel." He skimmed his lips down my neck, and I breathed in sharply as it lit a trail of fire across my skin. "Just breathe."
I closed my eyes, luxuriating in the feel of his lips on my skin and the cool breeze that hit my nipple as he slid the rest of the fabric off my breast. His fingers traced the round shape of it, waking up nerve endings and giving me goosebumps. He skated his teeth gently across my breastbone before kissing backup toward my neck. I arched into his fingers, which were teasing me, playing with me, skirting around my nipple and comingjust close enoughthat I jumped in anticipation. My clit throbbed, and the pressure between my legs was already ramping up to the point of discomfort. I writhed, and then he smiled against my neck, licking softly. "When you're dripping, tell me."
Benjamin's finger lightly skimmed the tip of my nipple, and I jumped. He captured my gasp with his lips, kissing me deeply, and I melted into it, mesmerized by the warm softness of his lips on mine. His tongue flicked mine, and he slanted his mouth, drawing me deeper into the kiss. He distracted me so thoroughly, I had forgotten what his fingers were doing, and he plucked at my nipple, sending an electric current straight to my pussy. I moaned into his mouth, and he did it again, skimming his fingers over my nipple, rolling it, pinching it. Warmth spread between my legs, and I squirmed, pressing my thighs together tightly.
He broke the kiss, nipping at my lip and moving to the other breast. "Just breathe and feel, Evie. Don't worry about anything else."
Breathing was easier said than done. My chest was too warm, radiating out and causing a feverish sheen of perspiration to coat my skin. My breathing was erratic, then, as I tried to draw in a solid breath, he moved his lips down to my breasts. The breath caught when he licked my right nipple and pinched the other. Forget breathing, myheartwas going to stop working. I groaned, arching my back as he circled my nipple with his tongue. That warmth between my legs was growing liquid, sliding and soaking the insides of my thighs. Was this what he meant by "dripping?" I was pretty sure I was going to start making a wet spot on the couch.
Benjamin sucked my nipple into his mouth, and I gasped, jumping and bucking beneath his solid body. He licked mynipple as he sucked, and the pressure with the light flick of his tongue on the sensitive peak brought the ache between my legs to a fever pitch. I groaned, moving restlessly. Moisture trickled down my thighs, and I gasped, going still. Like he'd read my mind, Benjamin slowly released my nipple and kissed my breast. "Are you wet already? Don't say that. I've only just started."
"Uhm," I gasped, failing to keep my breathing even.
He didn't wait for me to answer, and instead, he used his free hand to slide slowly down my body toward the hem of my dress. He moved his lips to the other nipple, sucking it and drawing another surprised sound from me just as his fingers teased the crease between my legs. There were too many sensations happening at once, and I tilted my chin back, eyes closed and breath stalled as he tortured my nipple and slipped his finger over my crease.
With one last lick, he released my nipple, and with his mouth against my breast, he murmured, "Breathe, Evelyn." I did, drawing in a shaky breath as his fingers teased my thighs apart. "You aresoaked," he breathed out in satisfaction.
"I'm burning," I huffed, shifting under his touch and aching for more.
His fingers trilled along my slit, causing a gratifying pulse at my center. "I just want you to feel. Whatever it does or doesn't lead to, just enjoy it."
My thoughts were a pink haze of lust—I couldn't have formulated a coherent thought even if I'd wanted to. I just wanted him to touch me more. More pressure. I lifted my hips, and he seemed to take that as an invitation to dip his fingers into my slick warmth. An immediate rush of gratifying relief washed through me, and I moaned, writhing as he slipped his two fingers over my clit. I breathed hard, grabbing the front of his shirt in desperation. "Benjamin."
"That sounded like a plea," he replied, and I could hear the amusement in his tone. "Do you like this, Evie?"
"Yes," I groaned, shivering as he slipped over my clit and down to my entrance.
"Do you want more?"
"Yes," I practically growled.
He chuckled softly, and then his fingers were back over my clit, circling and teasing. His lips closed over my nipple again, and suddenly I was wild with desire. I was tongue-tied by it. I released a breathy, needy sound, pulling on his shirt and meeting his fingers with my hips. He started an even, insistent tempo over my clit with his fingers, up and down and sliding over it perfectly with my own lubrication. I'd never felt this pressurized, this alight with keening need. I'd found release on my own more times than I could count, and usually with my favorite vibrator, but I'd never felt this heated and worked up, already teetering on the edge of a fall I couldn't wait to plummet into.
