“Thank you,” I say after a swallow. “But seriously, Ben, you don’t need to sweet-talk me. I’m already planning to fuck you.”
“Well, I wasn’t sure. So I figured I better stack the deck in my favor.”
Shaking with both amusement and growing excitement, I lean down far enough to kiss him. It’s every bit asgood as yesterday. In fact, it’s even better because it’s not so out of the blue. I’m really getting into it, rubbing my chest against his and sliding a hand down to feel his crotch, when he suddenly breaks the kiss and turns us over so I’m on my back and he’s on top of me.
“Hey!” I blink up at him. “What was that for?”
“That’s so you don’t start gettin’ the idea you’ll always be on top.”
I have no complaints about this arrangement. In fact, it’s thrilling to have his big body above me this way. But being me, I demand, “Why shouldn’t I be on top?”
“You can be. But maybe I wanna be on top sometimes too.”
“Huh. And you said you were easy?”
“I am easy. I can be beneath you, baby, or I can be on top. I can go slow and gentle or fuck you until your teeth rattle. I can make you scream and hold you close afterward. But I think it’s better to make it clear from the beginning that you don’t always gotta be on top.”
He’s teasing in his typical relaxed manner, but something about the words hits home. I gulp. A swell of feeling shudders inside me, filling my chest and my throat.
“You can take control if that’s what you want,” Ben adds, peering at me as if he’s not quite sure how I’m responding. “But you don’t always gotta. Not with me.”
I’m not sure I can speak, but I manage to nod. And then smile. And then pull his head down so I can kiss him.
I can’t even begin to express what a relief it is to hear this from him. How freeing it is. How much better it makes me feel.
Because sometimes it gets exhausting—to always have to make the decisions, to always hope they’re the right ones.
To always hope I’m not destroying other people’s lives with choices I make.
He’s too big or I’m too small for both our mouths and our groins to line up, so I have to rub myself against his abdomen as the kiss deepens. But he’s growing aroused too. That much is obvious. His hips have begun a rocking motion, and his body is getting hotter by the moment.
After a long time, he finally pulls out of the kiss so he can mouth his way down my neck. I tug on his hair and writhe beneath him, so aroused it’s making me greedy.
“You really don’t like bein’ patient, do you?” he murmurs against the skin at the base of my throat.
“You already know that about me.” My little skirt is hiked up around my hips, and I don’t even care. I’ve got my legs wrapped around him tightly. I’m still wearing my hiking boots, so I try not to dig in my heels. “Now would you please move on. We don’t have all day, and I really want to come before we start walking again.”
“Right. Good point. I’ll have to take my time another day.” He adjusts enough to feel between my legs, grinning as he discovers how wet I am.
“Don’t say it,” I warn.
“I’m not sayin’ a word. Except I underestimated your eagerness.”
“Oh, shut up!” I swat him on the shoulder and try not to laugh. “And since it seems like you might be so hard you’re about to burst out of your pants, you’re the last person who should talk about being eager.”
“Fair point.”
I should have known he’d be like this in bed. As warm and generous and good-hearted as he is in everything else.
My heart is filled with him as he lifts up and hurriedly undoes his jeans to pull out his erect cock. Then my body is filled with him as he stretches my thighs apart, moves my panties out of the way, and pushes himself in.
He holds himself up on straightened arms, his hands planted on either side of me, and he thrusts fast and steady. I bend my knees and shuffle my feet in the grass, trying to get the best leverage to rock up against his pushes.
“Fuck, baby,” he breathes out, staring down at me. He’s having to arch his back slightly to maintain the position, but he doesn’t appear uncomfortable. He’s fully into this. Alive and energized. And completely focused on me. “You feel so good like this. You’re opening up so good to me. Lettin’ me in.”
His words shouldn’t evoke such a deep pleasure inside me, but they do. I feel proud.Proud. I don’t even know why. “I’m… I’m trying. Ben… Ben.” I have no idea what I’m trying to say. I’m hot and breathless and on my way to orgasm and utterly under his sway right now.
“That’s right,” he says. “You don’t gotta fight for it. I’m gonna take care of you. I’m gonna get you there.”
