Amelia was stupefied. Here she was eating a muffin that the man before her was kind enough to bake, and she was barely able to swallow a single bite. Well, she amended as she looked at said muffin, she had the opportunity to eat half of the delicious thing. But every morsel that she had eaten seemed to become a paste inside her mouth that no amount of swallowing could dissipate.
The balm he used to rub her feet and calves was made in her own kitchen. It was a bunch of things, shea and cocoa butters, coconut oil and her personally handmade blend of scents. One of which was honeysuckle, along with lavender and Moroccan vanilla. But the country boy he was, he noticed the honeysuckle above everything else.
Though, she couldn’t bother with the idea of what she used to make her unguent, he had her discombobulated at the first touch of his fingers. She had never touched herself the way he was. Her hands had never rubbed over her flesh as if the expanse was worth savoring. Ben did. He treated every caress of skin as if it were worthy of love. But she couldn’t eradicate the thought that as soon as he reached the parts of her that were disfigured, his hands would shy away.
His hands had reached her lower thighs and now more than ever, Amelia was fearful of what he would find at the apex of the limbs. She was more than wet, and there was no way the questing digits could miss her feminine nectar. “Um, don’t you think you should eat?”
“That sounds like the best idea either of us has had all day.” Ben smiled at her, and she offered a slivered wedge of mango that she sandwiched between two bits of kiwi. He shook his head. “Feed me, Amelia.”
She placed the fruit between his lips.
“Do you want more?” She asked.
“Yes.”
But when she leaned over to offer another wedge of fruit, this one an apple slice, Ben didn’t take it. Instead his eyes lowered and she could see that he was ogling her wet thighs and sticky sex. He licked his lips and spread her knees, which she had pinned together in embarrassment.
“I think what I want isn’t on the menu.”
She opened her lips to speak, but before she could stop him or ask for more, his fingers parted the lips of her wet cunt and she was left speechless. He studied each crevice with his eyes and Amelia waited with bated breath for what she knew was coming.
But she was wrong. Instead of the fingers she assumed he would probe and manipulate her with, it was his mouth that descended on her fleshy folds. Amelia knew that people performed oral sex on each other, but she had never personally had the chance to feel lips on her pussy.
But no matter how much she had imagined the hands would feel on her, the tongue he probed her with was ten times more sublime. Amelia groaned and the left over bit of muffin was quickly forgotten. His mouth was everywhere, as if he inhaled her cunt whole for one hugely greedy bite. The sensations were so elaborately woven, almost diabolical, that each nerve sang in joy.
She panted and watched him taste her, the dining on her flesh so through and complete that she was unable to do anything more than clench his hair and squeeze her legs around the bulk of his shoulders.
“You like that?” He asked, but the question had to be rhetorical. There was no way he could expect her to respond to him verbally. But he waited for her response. Once she nodded frantically, he lowered his head again. And yet, even though she logically knew what to expect, she was still was unable to contain her gasps and cries of pleasure.
“I-I-I’m going to— No sooner than she said it, did he plunge two fingers into her convulsing snatch. Then what she had threatened was now a reality as he jabbed the tips of his fingers at a spot near the entry of cunt.
Her body bucked, no longer under her own control, nor did she try to cease her hips from jerking as wave after wave drowned her within a sea of seduction. When he ceased toying with her cunt, Amelia’s head lowed back to the headboard. Her skull thudded against the heavy wood, but even the slight pain was not enough to wipe the smile from her lips.
She opened her eyes and looked over at Ben, he now laid on his side and faced her. She roved her gaze over the landscape of man before her. Amelia was so hungry for more that her ogle hungrily ate the flesh from his bones, yet he remained whole and healthy before her.
Amelia wanted to give him the same pleasure she just had. She wanted him to lose himself to her lips the same way she had lost herself under his mouth. Her tongue itched to feel the thick cock in front of her. The meaty club hung south, fat and the eye wept a droplet of pre-cum that she so wanted to taste the consistency and flavor of.
Ben smirked “Nuh-uh. You can’t have that yet.”
“Why not?” She was truly confused.
“Because I want you to eat your breakfast, Amelia and I don’t think that’s too much to ask.”
“That is asinine, I’m an adult and if I want my dessert first, then that’s my prerogative.”
“True. But I think if you eat first, then you’ll have energy for all of the fun we’re about to have.”
“What is good for the goose is good for the gander, Benjamin.”
“Ah, I do love wise women who can spout proverbs at the drop of a hat.”
“Huh.” She grunted. “Seems like you would stop talking and start eating then.”
“Ladies first.” But she saw how he looked askance at the discarded muffin, now a mass of crumbs on the pillow next to her. Only then did she realize he wore a fistful of crumbs in his hair and she had dough under her fingernails.
She stood and more of the crumbs scattered to the floor.
Ben dismantled the sheets and watched him toss the mass into the hamper. Amelia ducked into her closet where she had a small vacuum that she could use on the floor. When she came back he was already fitting a new sheet to the bed.
“No flat sheet?” She asked as he tugged new pillowcases on.
“No need, we’re only going to toss it aside once it gets in the way. But I can put it on if you want.”
“Please?” She said as she turned on the small handheld vacuum. Amelia knew she was a bit OCD, but she couldn’t stand the idea of a less than fully made bed.
“As the lady wishes.” Ben shook the sheet out and the luxurious cotton billowed across the bedding. When she placed the vacuum back in the closet, Ben had already finished with the sheet and the corners were perfectly tucked in with military precision.
“I’m going to have a quick shampoo, as I think I would get kicked out of your bed for sprinkling crumbs everywhere.”
But she thought about it as he walked away. After what he just did? She wasn’t throwing him out of bed for eating crackers anytime soon.
He returned just a handful of minutes later. Amelia lounged in bed and snacked on the tray of room temperature fruit and cold muffins. Ben sat down next to her, the tray between them and Amelia couldn’t resist a not-so-covert glance over the hollow V of hips that perfectly framed his now softened cock.
She held a dripping mango wedge out, her hand cupped to catch the juices. He accepted the offering with one slurp of his lips, but before she could pull her hands back, he grabbed each wrist in his hands. She tried to pull away, but his grip was too strong. He took the sticky hand that held the fruit and licked the fructose-laden trails from her finger tips, down the digits, bathed over the palm to suckle at her wrist.
Amelia panted and opened her other hand to offer up the sugar coated extremities. A light entered his eyes and he bent his head to suck at the juices that collected there. His tongue dipped between her fingers and he nibbled over her knuckles.
When he finished, she panted and he did too. “That’s what I call the best part of waking up.”
Ben smiled, followed with a healthy chuckle. “Mmm, we haven’t gotten to the best part yet.”
He lifted the tray and set the wicker on the floor as Amelia got an up close and personal look at the play of muscles framing his spine. There wasn’t much extra to Ben, he was all sculpted body and lithe musculature, but what there was of him was spectacular. She was nowhere near a slouch
when it came to her physical fitness, but she was a couch potato compared to him.
Ben turned back to her. “Now that’s out of the way, I think I asked you to do something earlier and you still haven’t done it yet.”
She had no idea what he was talking about, until his gaze raked over her from hair to heels. Amelia looked down only to realize he meant her robe. She only had to feel the warmth of the sun at her back to know how sunny the morning was. When she took away the concealment of the terry cloth, he would see everything.
He seemed to take pity on her, or he was truly impatient, as he leaned in and tugged at the belt once more. The terry parted and exposed her inch by inch of decade old marred flesh. Amelia only dropped her eyes to gaze at his perfection, a perfect foil to the discolored and thickened skin on her shoulder and chest. It took every iota of strength she had not to try and cover herself from his view.
But Ben seemed to understand her fears and he reached out with one hand. She fought the urge to cringe away and offer the single perfect breast she had on the other side. She didn’t, and her personal fight was validated when his fingers scrolled over the marred skin. Amelia never imagined that she would ever feel anything there again. She knew there was sensation, knew that she could feel pain, the pinch of bra stays and straps irritated her. But not that pleasure would be so strong. And she had no idea that it would be enough to make her knees weak.
“Can you feel me when I touch you here?” His eyes seemed to confirm his question, as if he truly wanted to know if he could give her pleasure on the marred areas the same as the untouched parts of her.
“Yes.” She forced her throat to work and the result was throaty with a punctuating moan.
“Good. I’m going to touch you in different ways. All I need is for you to tell me what feels good and what doesn’t.”
“O-okay.”
“Lay back for me, Amelia.”
Her chest heaved as she leaned over to recline fully on her back. Ben turned sideways and propped his head up on one fist. The other hand scrolled over her flesh busily as he drew errant patterns along her skin. Ben’s fingers gave the occasional rasp of callouses that teased her unmercifully.
“How does this feel?” He skipped along the seam of the damage.
“Good.” She groaned.
“How about this?” His fingers scrolled over her tiny half nipple.
“Yes.”
“I think I love this nipple. I think we should dub it niplet.”
“What the hell is a niplet?” The term he’d coined was funny and she wasn’t sure whether she should laugh or be offended.
But she didn’t get the chance to choose for herself. Ben never responded as he was rapt with attention, lips open wide then fastened onto the nubbin of flesh. Her hands clenched his hair. Her back bent forcing more of her breast into his hand, into his mouth as she wordlessly asked for more. This time he opened his mouth wide and sucked as much as he could in, drew his cheeks into hollows with the pressure.
“Please Ben!” Amelia couldn’t wait anymore.
“Not yet.”
Chapter Eleven: Take Me
As Ben pulled her robe away, he had never imagined she was hurt the way that she had been. The scarring was worse from the neck down. Yet, the marred skin didn’t disturb him, even as he knew that a few years ago in his quest for perfection, it might have. But regardless of what she had been through before, he was here now and he planned to be around for a long time. He would never let another person hurt her again.
She was truly special and he had never imagined that he would ever meet a woman like her. He didn’t even know someone like her would exist. And that she could be his. Amelia had all of the inner beauty he’d sought with Kylie and she was lovely to boot. The scars didn’t repulse him, in fact, he could barely see them. He estimated that her breast had taken the worst of the damage from the attack.
But the flesh rolled over his tongue, the taste of her just as supple as she was everywhere else. He hoped that she could be able to feel the way he loved her skin with his mouth. All he really wanted was for her to feel pleasure from his touch, never pain.
She responded sweetly, her need cried out to him as he cradled her body against his. She was outrageously decadent against his tongue and he wanted so badly to feel the rest of her. Amelia was going to scream his name most of the morning and if all worked out, the afternoon too. He wanted to fuck her so badly that little else mattered, but he made the time to work her need into an intense fire that would steal her breath away.
The only problem he saw was that he only had one condom. It was just the one men tended to carry in their wallets, and he was no exception to the usual rule. If he could just make the patience, he could go to his store and get a box from there. But that was for later on, he’d rather be right where he was at the moment.
Amelia was apparently through with waiting as her hands seemed to be everywhere. She would rub him in one spot, only to tease another and even quicker than he could process the sensations. Her fingers stroked his nape with one hand, and the other caressed his left buttock. When she stroked his scalp, her digits roved his hip as if she sought more than the confines of the R-rated play at war with their mutual state of NC-17 nude. He didn’t either, but he was patient enough to wait for her to come to a nice full simmer before they boiled over together.
“Ben,” she groaned his name and clenched her short nails into the buttock she’d so recently caressed, “please!” The volume escalated at the last word and her needs seemed to intensify his own so much higher than before.
“Yeah baby?” He asked as if he had no idea what she pleaded for.
But he knew and he just waited for the pitch of ecstasy to hit her voice, the one that would signal her peak was close enough for her to taste the impending orgasm. Ben lowered his fingers to her undulating snatch, where he delved the fingers into the wet seam. Amelia bucked again, this time the slit parted to reveal the fluffy, aroused inner folds and he ran his digits over the soft skin.
“I need this to last forever, and when I get inside of you, I’ll consider myself lucky to last one minute.”
“I don’t care.” Her voice was a drawn out complaint.
“But I do. We only have the one condom, so if I waste it now…” He didn’t think expansion on that statement was even needed.
“Yeah, I don’t have any either.”
“I thought so. I plan to go to the store later, but I plan on savoring you for hours before I go anywhere.”
Amelia shivered and clutched him even tighter. “Can I taste you at least?”
“That sounds like the second best idea all morning.” Amelia laughed and he rolled over onto his back. “Come here and put your pussy on my face.”
She gasped and he wondered if she was offended by his language. But she climbed over him and his mouth watered, he wanted to taste the dripping scented flesh more than he wanted inside of her.
“Wait, turn around and face the other way.” She turned around. “Now you can have what you asked for and I can have what I want too.” Amelia lowered her lips to his shaft and he grasped her hips to pull her onto his mouth.
But he nearly forgot what he was about to do when she took her first exploration of his shaft and laved her tongue over the head. He groaned into her wet cunt, caused a chain reaction that forced her to gyrate wildly on his lips and her mouth to fasten around the head of his cock.
“Yes…” he grunted. “Just like that Amelia… so good.” He broke the connection of lips to labia to hiss the words at her, the tone so vehement that he sounded as if he cursed the agility of her oral skillset. She was utterly decadent, a sinful sampler of feminine seductive wiles.
“Mmmm…” The only response she made was a quick murmur to greet his arousal with vibrations that bathed over his cock with a deliberate intent, as if the stiffened erection were delicious to her palate.
He rolled his tongue over her clit and nibbled with his lips over the fat pearl of nerve
s. She squeaked and he pressed on, when he probed two of the fingers from the hand clasping her ass inside of her juicy walls. Her mouth went crazy on his cock, he couldn’t see the bob of her head up and down the shaft, but he could feel every agile movement of her orifice.
Amelia sucked his cock better than any hooker ever could have, better than he ever imagined a blow job being. Every caress he gave her was served back to him ten times over and their oral play was the best example of what karma really meant. He never felt a nip of teeth, only soft wetness and suction greeted him. His cockhead was given the chance to greet her esophagus when she swallowed along the mushroomed bulb. Her breaths were controlled huffs into the tightly drawn up sacs beneath the stalk and the warm air tickled strangely against the closely cropped hairs.
He wasn’t going to last much longer at this rate. Ben would call himself a lucky man to hold out for five minutes and only then if he brought her along for the ride. She may have smelled like honeysuckle before. But when he tasted her right from the source, it was as if she spouted a pure fountain of sweetness for his delectation.
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