DivineWeekend

by Francesca St. Claire

  What a beautiful declaration of love! And what a fool she’d been not to recognize it right away.

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  She had just gotten out of the shower and gone into the kitchen for a drink when Fred’s low growl announced someone’s presence at the door. Tightening the belt on her powder-blue, short silky robe, Julia peeped through the window next to the main entrance door to check the identity of the visitor.

  Ben!

  Delight and angst fought for the lion’s share of her emotions, leaving her paralyzed.

  “C’mon, Julia, are you going to let me freeze out here before you make up your mind?”

  A flush of heat tinted her porcelain skin. Jesus, what should she do—run upstairs and change and risk him leaving, or open the door and chance seduction? The choice was easy.

  “Hel-lo,” Ben said, his little smile a sure sign of how much he was enjoying seeing her semi-naked body.

  Without breaking eye contact, she stepped back and let him in. When she caught him staring at her legs she put her hand on her hip and raised an eyebrow.

  “Oh, c’mon, give me a break! I haven’t seen you naked in almost two weeks.”

  “I’m not naked,” she said, turning around and heading for the kitchen. “I’m having a drink, do you want one?”

  “Sure, a beer will be fine,” he said, dropping his coat on the back of the sofa as he followed her into the kitchen. She gave her walk an extra swagger and heard him clear his throat. She smiled smugly.

  “So, how have you been?” he asked, taking the beer from her and drinking deeply.

  Hurting like hell and missing you something fierce. “Fine, you?”

  “Not so well…”

  Glad to hear I’m not the only one pining.

  “I’ve been asked to write an episode for a new sitcom, which is great,” he said, flashing a toothless smile. “But I’m having a hard time concentrating, and that’s not so great.” The corner of his mouth dropped and he made a sad look, causing her to almost smile. He put the bottle down on the kitchen counter, leaned against it, then shoved his hands in his pockets. His expression became grave and Julia held her breath as she hugged her waist tighter. What bad news was he going to announce? His move back to L.A.? His change of heart about her? What? What?

  I could kick myself for being such a dumbass. I so regret my rushed decision. How I wish I could take it all back… Speak, speak! Tell me the news. Let’s get this over with quickly.

  “I need you to give me a second chance, Julia. I’m going out of my mind without you. I don’t care if we don’t sleep together—” She sighed. Although she didn’t care for his last comment, she was relieved he wasn’t planning on leaving her. Then he added, “Well, I do, but I’ll understand if you need time.” He took his hands out of his pockets and cupped her elbows. “What I can’t do, will not do, is carry on not seeing you.” His dark gaze fastened on her bright one. “I love you, Julia, so very much, and if you’ll let me I’ll show you every day for the rest of our lives.”

  Oh my God! He really, really loves me! Bursting with joy, she leapt forward, and folding her arms around his neck, she kissed him deep.

  Oh sweet Jesus, how I’ve missed him!

  Ben cupped her ass and, grinding his hips against hers, returned her hot kiss, adding some of his own heat. “Do you want to finish your drink?” he rasped.

  Julia shook her head. “I’m good,” she said, licking the corner of his mouth, and laughed joyfully when his breath hitched and his cock grew harder against her belly.

  He hoisted her high and walked them to the stairs, his tongue deep in her mouth. When he stopped at the bottom of the stairs she hooked her legs around his waist, expecting him to start climbing. Head for the bedroom. Instead, Ben lowered her onto the third step and began removing his shirt, exposing his tanned, broad torso to her avid eyes. She waited for his next move, her heart racing.

  He leaned in and brushed his lips over hers. “It’s okay, trust me.”

  That word again, although this time she did not hesitate to say, “I do.” Whatever he wanted to do with her, she was game.

  She reached for his belt. “Later.” He covered her hand with his. “I must taste you first,” he said with a smirk.

  She heated from head to toe. What? Here? On the stairs? She glanced at Fred curled up in front of the fire.

  “He’ll be fine.” His smirk grew to a full grin. “I’ll be very quiet.”

  She rolled her eyes. They were never quiet, but who cared?

  He kissed her slow and sweet, chasing away her inhibitions. Then he slid down, his mouth trailing along her throat and shoulder as he unbelted her robe. His breath halted at the sight of her naked body. “You’re so beautiful.” The admiration she saw in his eyes backed his words. Amazing how a simple compliment excited her.

  His hands curved around her shoulders, then slowly ran down her arms, his touch awakening every nerve ending in her body. She wanted to open her legs and shove his head between her thighs, enjoy his expert kissing ’til she screamed down the house—which would not take long considering how aroused she felt.

  His mouth crawled down her chest, belly and lower. Ben palmed her breast and exhaled before he plunged in. She whimpered, opening herself to him as she grabbed the banister with one hand and rested the other on his shoulder. She was ready. She inhaled deeply and braced herself for mind-blowing sex.

  Ben circled her clit a few times, licked and sucked until her thighs began to quiver. Then he pulled back and slid a finger along her slit, drawing out the juices. When he stroked the entrance and pushed inside, Julia bucked and moaned out loud.

  He surged up and took her mouth. “You taste delicious.” Two of his fingers slid into her channel in a come-hither motion, his other hand squeezing her mound.

  “Ben, I’m coming,” she cried out, her body shuddering with every word, her cries and moans hitching higher and higher.

  His eyes locked with hers while his thumb pressed her rock-hard clit. “Yeah, come for me, baby.” She did, writhing with every stroke, groaning with each thrust, shouting out his name time and time again until all energy was sucked out of her body.

  She sat down and Ben gathered her in his arms and waited for her to surface. The gesture brought tears to her eyes. He was so sweet. Who would have thought from that first encounter he had it in him? Love transformed people. Never more true than in Ben’s case. She looked at him and he smiled with an intensity that reminded her he had yet to find his release. She unsnapped his jeans and his cock sprang free. Before she could touch him he caught her wrist.

  “I want to be inside you.”

  Her pussy clenched at the thought of his thick, warm cock pulsing inside her. She smiled at him. “Sofa or bed?”

  “Stairs.”

  Her eyes widened but she complied when he turned her around. She looked over her shoulder at the sound of foil ripping and watched him sheathing himself with painstakingly slow care. Then he gripped her hips and eased himself into her.

  “Oh God,” they groaned together.

  She couldn’t think. He was so warm, hard and slick, sliding in and out of her, quickly bringing her near orgasm, which she didn’t think possible so soon after the last one.

  “Oh, Ben, it’s so good!” she said in a rush of breath, and pressed her hands on the edge of the step above her head, rearing into him.

  “Oh fuck!” he growled, grinding harder, getting deeper.

  His firm hold of her hips and hard thrusts drove her to the edge. “Yes, yes, yes. Oh God. Ben!”

  One of his hands landed on her shoulder, the other went around her hip to cup her pussy, his thumb pressed against her clit, rotating. “Oh, so good. So good!”

  Ben buried his face in her neck and nuzzled, kissed, nibbled the sensitive spot behind her neck, his groans growing louder, and her whole body tensed up. She heard him growl, then grunt, then frantically buck as he poured himself in her. Two more fast dives and a last stroke to her clit and she was
there. Right by his side as wave after wave rocked through them.

  “Are you okay?”

  Okay? That was the understatement of the year. She was so wonderfully happy she could hardly contain her joy. “Yeah,” she said smiling, her voice warm and raspy.

  Ben placed a kiss on her shoulder and pulled out of her. “I’ll be right back.”

  She sat on the step and watched him zip up his pants and walk to the kitchen to dispose of his condom, cupping his dick in one hand and holding his pants up with the other. She giggled.

  He glanced over his shoulder and dark, brown eyes stared back at her. Time froze momentarily while love burst from her chest. God, she loved him so much. She closed her eyes for a second, soaking in every tingling sensation rushing through her body. When she opened her eyes again Ben was back, leaning over her, grinning.

  “How about trying the bed next?”

  She folded her arms around his neck. “My thoughts exactly.”

  He covered her mouth with a very long and sweet kiss that melted her from head to toe and everywhere in between.

  “I’m sorry for being such an ass.”

  He gave her a crooked smile. “Oh but you’re such a cute ass I can’t help but forgive you,” he said, punctuating his words with a caress to the body part in question.

  She laughed, happy beyond belief, and pressed herself tighter against him. They walked slowly up the stairs, arms around each other’s waists, stopping only for another long, gentle kiss at the top of the stairs. Then he hoisted her up, her breasts pressed against his muscular chest, her arms encircling his broad shoulders as he held her.

  She could have stayed in this manner forever—deliciously aroused and insanely happy, kissing him until her lips became numb—but she wanted more. She wanted all of him. Again. Bursting with love, she kissed the corner of his mouth, and trailing her lips along his soft, bearded face, she showered his eyelids with tiny kisses. My God, is it possible to love someone this much? Yes! Oh yes! She wouldn’t have thought so a couple months back, but now…

  “I love you, Julia.” The intensity of his gaze, the warmth of his touch and the softness of his voice sent waves of heat rippling through her body. Shuddering, she tightened her hold on him, and closing her eyes, she pressed her cheek to his.

  “I love you too, Ben, so very much!”

  He gave Julia a tight squeeze as he sat on the edge of the bed with her still twined around him like a vine around a tree limb. He pulled her back a little, locking eyes with her, then kissed her ever so gently. She sighed deeply, taking it all in—the softness of his lips, his wonderful smell and the aphrodisiac power of his touch as his hands moved up and down her back with slow, steady strokes that set all her nerve endings aflame.

  Ben had beautiful, capable hands and he sure knew what to do with them, drawing an immediate and passionate response from her every time he touched her. Toying with the hair tumbling down her back, he tugged it until she opened her eyes again. “You’re so beautiful,” he said in wonder, love oozing from him. “You had me dreaming of you from the moment I saw you.” The emotion in his voice, more than the words, melted her insides, making her love him even more.

  “Make love to me, Ben.”

  His dark, gorgeous eyes widened, and his nostrils flared up as he leaned in. “I am,” he murmured, kissing her as he tumbled back on the bed, taking her with him as they landed on their sides. Untangling herself, she pushed his trousers and underwear down his hips and legs and swiftly straddled his naked body. The sight of his broad chest covered with silky, dark hair that hid small, brown nipples worked as a magnet, attracting her gaze. She lowered her head and ran her tongue up one, then the other of his puckered nipples. With a growl, he fastened his lips on hers and invaded her mouth with his tongue, his cock pulsing under her wet pussy.

  “I love it when you do that,” he rasped, shoving his fingers through her hair. Cupping her head, he took her mouth and kissed her deeply, sucking on her tongue until she all but came. “I can’t get enough of these luscious lips of yours,” he said, chuckling. “I can’t get enough of you, period!”

  This was music to her ears. A shudder of desire ran through her body. “Glad to hear it.” She grinned as she wiggled her ass, nudging his cock to her moistened entrance, then leaned down and sank her teeth into the tender flesh of his hardened nipple. What control he had left snapped. He slid his hands up her silky thighs and, grabbing her hips, hoisted her up before dropping her on his quivering dick. She rolled her eyes in ecstasy. “Aaah, so good!” She groaned and shimmied down his shaft, his hardness pushing through her cunt as her inner muscles tightened around him, almost triggering an orgasm. She breathed deeply before taking a bit more of him, stopping only when her ass sat on his balls, then she reached behind and squeezed them. He bucked upward and thrust deeper into her hot well, embedding himself in her to the hilt. She threw her head back, cupped her breasts and prepared to give him the ride of his life as she slowly undulated on top of him. She was in control and that knowledge excited her. Aroused her. Tension built as her body ached for release. His hands left her hips to cup her breasts, rolling her pebble-like nipples between his fingers. She watched his bedroom eyes close as he thrust again and again as hard as he could into her hot channel. She angled herself, setting her foot by his hip, and pressed her finger to her clit. Chanted moans echoed in the silent room as the smell of sex filled the air. She was getting close. So close. She could feel the wave of a mega orgasm rapidly moving through her. Pressing her palm to his solid chest, Julia spurred it on.

  “Yes, that’s it, baby, come for me.” She opened her eyes and found his still closed. By the set of his mouth and the deep tone of voice she could tell he was as close to the edge as she was, though fighting hard not to come.

  She kissed his lips. “I want to come when you come.”

  She watched his sultry gaze struggle to focus on hers. “I’m not protected.”

  Jesus! She hadn’t even thought of protection. By now millions of sperm could already be swimming upstream, trying to be first in her womb. What if she got pregnant? Part of her brain warned her it was perhaps premature to make a baby while his marital situation wasn’t sorted. But the other part told her to go right ahead. What could be more wonderful than making a baby with the man she loved above anyone else in the entire world? She needn’t wait six months or a year to make a baby with him. She was ready. I’ve never been so sure of anything in my life. But what about Ben? He might not be of the same opinion and she would have to respect that. “I don’t care if you don’t.”

  That caught his attention. His eyes locked with hers as he stilled. He watched her for a few seconds, which seemed like a long time before he smiled. “Let’s make a baby.”

  Because his words matched her own feelings so completely, she shrieked with delight and kissed his mouth with all the passion trapped inside her. He pulled her against his chest and rolled with her, reversing their positions on the bed before he started to move again inside her. Slowly. Deeply. Her arousal revved up to high gear as she watched his semi-closed eyes and the pleasure etched in his gorgeous face, matching her own, as he moved his hips in a steady pace.

  She didn’t know if a baby would be made today, but she would forever remember this as the day they’d pledged their love to each other and had committed to making a family together. And that was enough for her.

  Ben continued to move, his rhythm harder and faster as his cock thrust into her with fluid motion. She threw her legs around his waist, heels pressing against his ass, her hands clasping his strong biceps, crying out as he hit her clit time and time again, driving up her arousal to near climax.

  When her breath turned to pants and a staccato of yeses passed her lips, Ben sped up the pace—their bodies slapping as his tongue thrust with the same fury as his cock, their groans mingling in crescendo.

  Her body belonged to him, as did her heart. “Ben,” she cried out. “I love you!”

  Tremors ran throug
h him. She tightened her grip on his arms and took his kiss. Her inner muscles began to spasm, squeezing his cock hard, and she came, crying out his name. His cries joined hers a few seconds later as he convulsed above her. When the last eruption left his body he collapsed on top, his full weight pinning her to the mattress. She had never been so happy. She heaved a sigh and kissed his hair. Enfolding him in her arms, she closed her eyes.

  “I love you, Ben.”

  “And I you,” he murmured beside her ear.

  She fought hard not to cry but a single happy tear left the corner of her eye, ran down the side of her cheek and disappeared into her hair before she could stop it.

  Ben’s head popped up. He stared at her. “Are you okay?”

  She nodded. He still looked unsure even when she smiled, and by way of an explanation, she kissed him—a slow, deep kiss that told him all about her love. Ben pulled out of her and, sliding an arm under her butt, he rolled them on their side.

  He kissed the tip of her nose and snuggled closer. “Thank you for making me the happiest man on earth. I never thought life could get any better than what I already had, but it has. A hundredfold.” He grinned, his dark eyes brilliant. “And it’s all because of you.”

  She melted as she immersed deeply into his eyes. “It will only get better,” she whispered.

  Strong arms pulled her in close. “I know,” he whispered back, pressing his lips to hers.

  The End

  About Francesca St. Claire

  I was born on a ship in the middle of the Indian Ocean. This unique event set the scene for an exciting life of romance and adventure, basic ingredients for my sexy short stories.

  After having experienced life in six different countries, I'm currently living in southern Europe with my incredibly supportive husband, 1 of our 5 children, and my beloved 14 years old cocker spaniel.

  When not writing, I enjoy watching period BBC series, trekking and baking for myappreciative family and friends.

  As a new author with three books published in my first year, and two more to be released in the next six months I'm grateful to my publishers for having believed in me, and to readers and critiques for giving me the incentive to continue to write.