"No, Amelia." He cups my face in his hands. "No. Don't you say sorry to me. You have nothing to be sorry about. You’re who I want at my side, not as my trophy but as my partner. And anyone who can't see how amazing you are can fuck right off." There is so much conviction in his voice. I’m still waiting for him to do something that tells me he was just pulling the wool over my eyes. But what he did today was a grand gesture. No, I shouldn't call it that because that would mean he did it all just for the effect. No, he meant it; he truly meant it. How could I doubt him?
I close the distance between us and press my mouth to his. I kiss him with everything I have, hoping to show him how I feel about him.
“I need to make love to you, Amelia,” he whispers. There is something soul shattering in his eyes. This is not about sex or pleasure; this is about being as close to each other as possible. I take his hand in mine and lead the way to the bedroom.
Our steady breath is the only noise in the house. But it’s not an uncomfortable silence, it’s a silence that tells me that the world and all its ugliness is out there, but in here, it’s just us.
When the door slams shut I turn around and study Ben. He looks intense, like a man on a mission.
“Let me help you.” I take a step towards him. My gaze is fixed on the buttons of his shirt as I undo each one slowly, slipping my fingers in the gaps between them, brushing against his skin. It’s so warm under there; my own skin feels like it’s beginning to burn.
When I get to the last button I ease the shirt off his shoulders slowly, deliberately brushing my fingers against his muscles as I pull it down past his elbows and wrists. It drops to the floor with a faint thud. Ben manoeuvres around me and takes a seat on the bed.
“Take your dress off,” he demands.
This dress doesn’t have a zip and so I awkwardly lift it over my head and throw it on top of his shirt. I hesitate for a moment, but when I see Ben’s burning look, I remove my bra and knickers with as much grace as I can muster.
My eyes never leave Ben’s, not even when he briefly stands up and removes his own trousers and underwear.
“Come here.” He holds out his hand. I follow his invitation and straddle his lap. He kisses me with tender longing; it’s a soft and gentle kiss that reaches into the very depths of my being. The sensations he invokes are overwhelming; it feels like all my senses are on high alert.
I moan softly when his hands slide down to cup my bum and squeeze gently. It’s such a simple action but it sends shockwaves through my body. We break apart to gaze at each other, our lips just inches apart.
“You’re fucking gorgeous,” Ben tells me in no uncertain terms before capturing my lips with his once more.
The kiss deepens as he urges me onto my back on the bed, following closely behind until he is lying half on top of me. His hips slot between mine as our tongues tangle together in an exhilarating dance of need and desire.
Ben grinds his hard length against my pussy, driving us both into a frenzy of lust for one another. He pulls back from the kiss to trail hot open-mouthed kisses down the side of my neck making me gasp out loud.
“Mine.” The single word rumbles through Ben’s chest.
“Yes, yours,” I pant out breathlessly as heat pools low in my belly at his claim over my body.
I wake up to the sound of water coming from the bathroom. I blink a few times and focus my eyes on the open door. Ben is shaving in just his boxer shorts―huh, sexy. I reach for my nighty on the chair next to the bed and slip it on. We have given up the pretence that I’m staying in the guest room and my belongings are now spread out in his bedroom.
“Morning,” I say and place a kiss on his naked shoulder as I grab my toothbrush.
“Morning, darling.”
“I can’t hear any noise from His Lordship.”
“I fed him when I got up. He was already pacing like a puma in the corridor,” Ben grins before dragging the shaver over his cheeks again.
“You do realise that you’re his submissive,” I giggle.
“Only to him,” he winks before wiping the last of his shaving foam off as I rinse my mouth. “Can I get a minty fresh morning kiss then?” He pulls me into his arms.
“Ben, don’t you want breakfast?” I try to protest.
“It’s just after seven. Furball has been fed. We could climb back into bed for a bit?” he wiggles his eyebrows.
“We’re not bunnies,” I laugh, but at the same time I have to hold myself back from jumping him like a cat in heat at the thought of yet another amazing orgasm. How many has it been in the last twenty-four hours. Three, four?
He can read me like a book and knows he’s won. Smiling, he leans in, his lips lingering against mine as he deepens the kiss. I wrap my arms around him and pull him closer, losing myself in the sensation of his mouth on mine.
His hands start to wander lower down my body, stroking my sides before moving up to cup my breasts through the thin fabric of my nightie. My nipples harden instantly under his touch sending a jolt of desire straight to my core.
I moan softly into his mouth as his hands continue their exploration, sliding down over my stomach to rest between my thighs. He presses his palm against me, applying just the right amount of pressure to make me gasp with pleasure.
“I want you,” he whispers against my lips, his voice husky with desire.
I look into his eyes and see raw passion burning in them. I can feel my own desire building with each passing second until it’s all-consuming, leaving no room for rational thought.
“Yes!”
He nods and walks me back to the bed.
“Bend over,” he demands. Oh goody, my PD is here.
“Yes, sir,” I reply and place my arms on the mattress. Ben grabs a condom from the bedside table and slides it on as he walks back to me.
“Stunning,” he groans as his finger slides along my spine before he cups my backside with both of his hands.
“This will be a quick one, Amelia, since you want breakfast,” he chuckles. Bastard!
He leans down to kiss my neck as he positions himself and slides his hard cock into my burning pussy. This is an angle we haven’t tried before, and I like it. Every thrust hits me just right, just where I want it. My breath catches in my throat at the exquisite sensation of being filled by him once more and I cling tightly to the sheet as he begins to move.
His thrusts are slow and deep at first, gradually increasing in speed and intensity as we become lost in our shared passion. The room is filled with the sound of our moans mingling as we move as one.
