I took a sip of my drink, delaying my answer. She giggled as I took extra time, wiping my mouth with a cocktail napkin. "Because I want to touch more than just your hand." I felt my groin tighten in anticipation.
"So, my arm then? Here." She stretched across the bar toward me, grinning. I gripped her forearm, rubbing my thumb back and forth over her smooth skin.
"Yes, that's exactly what I meant. Perfect, now you don't have to even come over after work. I'm completely satisfied," I chuckled.
"That doesn't mean I'm satisfied," she whispered, her eyes darkening.
I quickly brought my drink to my lips. "Oh I have plans to help with that."
A sexy smile curled around her lips. "Good to hear." She slowly withdrew her arm from my grasp. My fingers felt bereft and empty. I quickly wrapped them around my glass, trying unsuccessfully to fill the void she just left.
We were able to chat for a few more moments before business started picking up again. I finished my drink. "Would you like another?" she asked.
"As much as I would love to stay here with you, I should get going so you can work. But just keep in mind, the 'plans' I have for later," I smiled.
"I'm looking forward to it."
I reluctantly stood, gathering my things, and headed for the front door. I looked back once before stepping out, watching her chocolate hair bounce as she stepped over to help another customer. I desperately wanted time to fly by.
********
I sat on the couch, finishing my third episode of Breaking Bad in a row, when I heard the key jingle in the lock. My heartbeat quickened as I heard the door open, and footsteps approach. Lacey turned the corner, bringing a huge smile to my face. I stood up to greet her.
"Hi babe," I said, bringing her into my arms.
"Hi you," she smiled, reaching her lips up and kissing me.
Everything about it felt so right, her coming home from work to me. I deepened my kiss, bringing her in tighter against my chest. I heard her moan softly, letting my tongue enter her mouth. I needed her in my bed now.
"Let's go to bed," I whispered.
Her eyes met mine; they were full of desire and need. We walked hand and hand toward the bedroom, me quickly stripping off her shirt once we got to the bed. I unlatched her bra, bringing her nipple to my mouth. Her skin was so soft and warm. I watched her head roll back as she moaned, running her fingers through my hair. I pushed her gently back onto the bed, pulling down her leggings and tossing them aside. She laid there, propping herself up with her elbows, staring down at me through hooded eyes. I reached my hand up again, pulling down her panties. She parted her legs slightly as I settled between them, breathing in her sexy scent.
I started kissing her thighs slowly, following a path up to her sex. I loved the view, looking up at her from between her legs. She quietly cried out as I kissed her most sensitive spot, slowly at first. I picked up my pace and varied my pressure as I felt her dampen beneath my mouth. I couldn't understand how no one had ever made her come before. I absolutely loved doing it for her.
Her moans increased as I continued, relentlessly licking and kissing her clit. I slipped two fingers into her, getting even harder realizing how wet she was. I continued, incessantly licking and massaging, rolling my fingers and pressing her most sensitive spot inside. I could tell she was close by the volume of her cries. I felt her hand grab my hair. Fuck, that was hot. Her moans built higher and higher until I heard her cry out in ecstasy, finding her release. I slowed my kissing down, gently nipping her thighs as she struggled to catch her breath. I stood up, looking down at her on the bed, her breasts heaving up and down as she breathed. The sight of her naked, post orgasm made me wild. I needed to be inside her.
I quickly took off my shirt and pants, never taking my eyes off her. She scooted further back onto the bed as I pulled down my boxers. I climbed on top of her, reveling in the lustful look in her eye, as she reached up and pulled me to her.
********
Lacey
I woke up, confused where I was for a moment, before I realized I was at Ben's. My heart jumped excitedly up into my throat as I remembered him giving me a key. I was proud of myself for not worrying about what it meant, or if it was too soon. I just loved knowing he wanted me with him. I rolled over, finding the bed empty next to me. Ten a.m., the clock read. I finally felt well rested after a true good night's sleep.
The bedroom door opened, and in came Ben, with two plates of waffles in his hand. I beamed at him as I sat up.
"Breakfast in bed? What did I do to deserve this?" I smiled, situating the sheet to cover my breasts.
"You're just you," he grinned, handing me my plate. "I'll be right back with coffee."
He headed out the door and quickly returned with two mugs.
"You are so great," I said, placing my hand on the side of his face, kissing him.
"It's my pleasure. Plus, we had agreed breakfast would be in bed, 'next time.'"
I smiled, remembering my words. Who would've thought then that there'd be a "next time?"
We ate our breakfast and lounged in bed just talking for a while after. I could get used to this, I thought.
"So tell me something I don't know about you." I handed Ben my empty plate. He set them on his bedside table. We settled down, laying on our sides, facing each other.
"Something you don't know, huh? Like what? Like big stuff, little stuff?" He propped his head up with his hand.
I traced an imaginary line around his chest. "Whatever you'd like."
His eyes looked up and to the side as he thought. "I played baseball ever since I was little."
"Really? Like how little?"
"I started with tee ball around age four, and then played baseball all through high school. I played third base."
My heart fluttered in my chest, thinking about him as a little boy, helmet too big for his head, running the bases. "Aw, that's so sweet!"
I saw the slightest hint of a blush cross his cheeks. "Yeah, I still play recreationally sometimes."
"So third base? Is that why you're such an expert at that then?" I twirled my hair between my fingers. He definitely was an expert in that arena. Men had gone down on me before, but sometimes it just felt so awkward, like they had no idea what they were doing. There's one specific spot that needs your attention, thank you.
His eyes lit up, my words sinking in. "Expert, huh? That's high praise." I giggled as he leaned over me, pressing his lips to mine. I opened my mouth to his kiss, reaching my hand up, running my fingers through his hair.
Disappointment washed over me as he abruptly pulled away. "What's something I don't know about you?" His finger pressed the tip of my nose.
I brushed my hair behind my ears, and rolled back to stare at the ceiling. What should I tell him? What was something halfway interesting about me?
"Well if our theme is childhood talents, then I played the trumpet when I was younger. Like, grade school younger. I only played for a few years, then I quit."
"The trumpet? I hear that takes some pretty strong lips." He brushed his hand over my mouth, my skin tingling under his touch. I parted my slips slightly, allowing his finger to dip in. I grazed the pad with my teeth as he slowly entered further. His eyes met mine as I started sucking it gently. I felt instant dampness below, taking his finger, rolling my tongue around it.
He suddenly removed his finger from my mouth, and reached down under the blankets between my legs. I arched back slightly as he pressed his wet finger into my sex. God, that felt incredible. His thumb came up to my clit, the perfect amount of pressure applied as he pressed and swirled his hand around.
I brought my hand up to my face, running it back through my hair. How did he do this to me? How did he know exactly where to touch to bring me such gratification? My breathing was harsh, my heart now pounding. I looked up at him, his eyes full of lust. It seemed like at that moment, his only goal was to give me pleasure.
He bent down closer to me, his hand not moving from my sex
. He pressed his lips to mine harshly, as if he were trying to quiet my moans, which in turn made me even hotter. My hand reached around the back of his head, sealing us together. I used him as leverage to buck my hips up to him, putting even more pressure on my clit. That felt amazing. The familiar tightening sensation started building quickly.
He suddenly pulled back slightly, biting down on my bottom lip. That surprise little bit of pain was just enough to push me over the brink. I cried out, releasing myself. Waves of pleasure washed over me as I held him close, breathing harshly into his neck.
I watched in absolute astonishment as he brought his hand up from between my legs, trailing it up my stomach, between my breasts, and back up to my mouth. I took it, sucking it in deeply, tasting the saltiness of my sex. Why was this so fucking hot?
He groaned softly. "You like that?" His eyes were hooded, pouring desire.
I widened my eyes slightly, nodding my head yes.
He removed his finger, tracing my lips. He shifted himself above me, his bulge laying into my thigh. I ran my fingers down his hard body, shoving his boxers down his legs. I was so wet, he entered me practically without any resistance.
"Ben, baby, you're amazing," I moaned, arching back, meeting his thrusts.
He groaned softly in my ear. I felt his tongue along my lobe, then a gentle nibble. That sent added shockwaves down below. It felt so good, as he moved in and out of me, stretching me. His chest muscles pressed down on my hard nipples, his skin soft and warm.
He continued slamming into me, his pace increasing. I could feel the taut muscles of his back twisting beneath my hands as he moved. I was already so close to the brink after my orgasm from before. His mouth crashed down on mine; his kiss was so intense. I knew now we were both close. I took his bottom lip in between my teeth, sucking gently.
He groaned loudly as he shot himself into me, my muscles tightening around him as I came with him. I cried out, gripping him tightly to me. His movement gradually slowed until we laid still together, his weight on top of me. I felt incredibly satisfied; I could barely move. He gently rolled off of me, pulling me in to his arms.
"Incredible," he said, laughing slightly.
"Amazing."
"Astounding."
"Earth shattering."
I giggled at our back and forth. He ran his fingers up my arm. "So, any other things I don't know about you?"
We laid in bed, continuing our get to know you game. Finally at noon, we decided to actually get up and make something of the day.
"So I made reservations for us at seven, is that ok?" he asked, pulling his shirt over his head.
I hobbled, stepping into my leggings. "Yes, I can't wait."
We walked to the front door, stopping in the entryway. Ben brought my face up to him, kissing me softly. "I'll come down about six forty five, sound good?"
"Yes."
I absolutely hated saying goodbye to him, but I knew I'd see him again in just a few short hours. I walked out, looking back and giving him a slight wave as I stepped into the elevator.
Chapter 16
I arrived at my door and entered my empty apartment. I walked over to the windows, pushing open the vertical blinds. I squinted as the light poured in. What to do now? I knew I needed to maintain my identity, not just spend every waking second with him. But damn, it was so hard! We were definitely in the sex crazed honeymoon phase with no end in sight.
I pulled my phone from my purse. There was a text from my mom. "Hi sweetie! Miss you!"
My heart tugged. I really missed her too. I hadn't told her about Ben yet, afraid she or my dad might say it was too soon. But really, what the hell was I waiting for? I was happy with him, and I knew she'd be happy for me. I decided to call her back instead of text.
She answered on the third ring. "Hello?"
"Hi mom."
"Well hi honey, how are you?" Her voice sounded cheerful.
"I'm good," I responded. I smiled as I spoke.
She paused briefly. "You sound good. What's up?"
"What do you mean?" I felt like I was blushing. She already knew. Of course she already knew.
"You sound giddy or something. What's going on?"
I pushed the last thread of anxiety I had aside. "Um, well, I'm seeing someone." I brought my hand up to my forehead, preparing myself for her response.
"Oh yeah? This wouldn't be that nice Ben gentleman we met when we came to visit, would it?" I could hear her grin in her voice.
"Yes, it would be, actually. We started dating that night, as a matter of fact." I felt my shoulders start to relax. I hadn't realized how stiff I had been.
"Well that's great honey. He seemed like a really nice guy."
"He really is. I like him a lot." God it felt good to tell her. Why had I been so worried?
"Well good. I'm very happy for you. You deserve it."
I relaxed completely, filling her in on the PG related details of us. She told me about her work, and my dad's new obsession with his shed he was building. The conversation went better than I expected.
"Well I'm gonna let you go, I've got to take a shower," I said, starting the water.
"Ok honey you take care. Love you."
"Love you too."
I hung up, tossing my phone on the counter. I smiled and climbed into the shower. I couldn't help but think, things were pretty perfect.
********
I glanced anxiously at the clock as I finished applying my mascara. Six forty two, it said. Ben would be here any minute. My stomach was fluttering. Why was I nervous? This was our first "official" date. He's going to be the same exact man he's been this whole time, I admonished myself. I shook my head, running my fingers through my hair, trying to instill some volume in it. I heard a knock at the door. I looked myself over one last time before heading to open it.
I had gone with a short black strapless dress and my "fuck me" pumps, as I called them. Even I had to admit I looked good. I twisted, checking out my ass in the mirror. I smiled, knowing that I wasn't wearing any panties underneath. I turned and went to the door, opening it. Ben's eyes widened when he saw me.
"Come in," I said smiling, enjoying the effect I had on him.
He walked in and put his hands on my waist, dramatically looking me up and down. I giggled at his reaction.
"Lacey, you are so fucking gorgeous."
I started to flush, looking away. "Thank you. You look great too," I smiled shyly.
He did look good, in a light blue dress shirt and khaki pants. His sleeves were rolled up partly, exposing his forearms. I decided that light blue was definitely his color.
"Well we'd better get going, otherwise I'm just going to fuck you right here and now," he said, his eyes hungry.
"No!" I cried, hitting his chest teasingly. "We need to go out. We will have plenty of time for that later." I wiggled my eyebrows at him.
"Promise?" He brought my hand to his lips.
"Oh, I promise." We really did need to go, otherwise I would fuck him right then and there. I couldn't wait to reveal the fact that there was nothing on underneath this dress.
We jumped on the elevator and rode down to Ben's car.
"So where are we going?" I asked, buckling myself in. I stretched the fabric of my dress down, carefully trying to avoid anything being shown that shouldn't be.
"There's this really good sushi place downtown. And they have lots of other kind of eclectic dishes if you don't like sushi."
"No, I love sushi!" I cried.
"Good," he quickly glanced at me, grabbing my hand.
We arrived at the restaurant and were quickly shown to our seats. Music thudded as we walked, the blue under lighting from the walls creating a dark sexiness. I felt people's eyes on us as we walked. We were a pretty good looking couple, I thought. Or maybe they recognized him from his billboard. I was apparently the only person in this town who had been unaware of it.
We sat down and ordered drinks, our usuals of course. I couldn't help but smile a
s I watched him study the menu. He looked so serious and sexy.
"Can I help you?" he asked, eyeing me from behind the thick blue book.
I giggled in response. "Nope, I'm good." I picked up my menu, trying to focus. Even the simple task of picking out food was difficult when he was there to distract me.
The server brought our drinks and we put in our order, multiple different rolls and sushi pieces. After he stepped away, Ben brought his glass up. "I just want you to know how happy you make me. I'm so excited we're together, and can't wait to see what the future has in store for us."
I met his glass with mine. I had a literal ache in my chest from his sweet words.
"Cheers," I said quietly. I wished I had something better to say, but all I could do was smile at him.
"Cheers."
I set my drink down, bringing my hands together under my chin. I watched his thumb move across his lip, wiping away residual moisture. His lips curled into a sexy smile, his teeth shining.
"So," he said, reaching his hand for mine. He brought it down on the table, rubbing my knuckles. "Tell me something I don't know about you."
I grinned, shifting in my seat. "That's my game," I chided.
"It's our game now." Ours.
"Ok fine." I sipped my martini, trying to think of something to tell him. "What's our theme this time?"
"Let's do favorites. Favorite ice cream, favorite vacation. What's one of your favorites?" he asked, gesturing his hand.
I stared down at my hand in his. "Favorite ice cream is chocolate and peanut butter. What about you?" I asked, lifting my gaze.
"I'm a fan of good old fashioned vanilla," he smiled.
I nodded, raising my eyebrows. "Ah, very boring," I joked.
"I prefer classic."
"Ok, fine, classic it is. Now you pick a topic," I said.
"Alright, favorite childhood memory."
I crossed my legs beneath the table. "Aw, yes, what is yours?" I leaned toward him, my ears open.
He thought intently, scratching his chin. "I'd have to say the vacation I took with my family to Hawaii when I was ten. My sister Maggie was four, and my parents were actually both there on the beach with us, building sand castles. My mother has always been a distant person, and my father was always working, so that memory of them getting down and dirty with us in the sand always stands out."
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