by Amy Brent
A silly grin curled on my lips. “Well, you’re off to a really great start.”
He gave me another wink and a peck on the lips. I kept expecting that kiss to turn into one of the urgent kisses we had shared over the last few days, but it didn’t. Although we both knew we had sex on the brain, Ben didn’t seem the least bit rushed to get into it.
“You hungry?” he asked once he pulled away from my lips.
“Starving, actually,” I replied honestly, enjoying the slower pace the night was taking.
Holding my hand, Ben guided me back to the table at the deck while asking about my day. Like a gentleman, he pulled the chair for me as I told him about my classes and study group. The meal our chef had prepared for us was delicious and mostly cold, which was nice on such a warm night.
For well over an hour, we sat at the table eating and talking. Our conversation wasn’t necessarily deep like it had been that first night we talked in the living room, and it wasn’t sex oriented as it had been two previous nights. It was just a conversation between two people who were getting to know each other, and it was incredibly pleasant.
The more we talked, the more I realized that I liked Ben. I liked him as more than just my Daddy, and I loved getting to know him as a real person. He was a smart, funny and knew so much about so many things it fascinated me, but at the same time, he wasn’t arrogant as most men in his position would be. Above all, however, I enjoyed how much he seemed to want to know about me. It was rare for me to meet people—let alone men—who were genuinely interested in what I liked, disliked and thought. It was even more unusual to find people who actually listened. But Ben did, and it made him even sexier to me that he had been before. And that is saying a lot.
My heart and mind were running wild by the time we finally finished our deserts. Honestly, I couldn’t believe this perfect night was actually happening. But, beyond that, I couldn’t believe that a sexual man like Ben was prolonging the non-sexual part of our evening the way he was. I was basically crawling over the walls with desire, and he was just laughing and talking like we had all the time in the world.
For some reason—probably related to the ‘fuck me now’ eyes I was giving him—Ben grew silent as he finished his glass of wine. I stared intently at him, praying that he would see the begging in my eyes, but he either didn’t or ignored it.
Realizing that I would have to take matters into my own hands, I said, “Thanks for this night, Ben. It was incredible.”
“It was my pleasure, baby girl,” he assured with one of those panty-dropping grins. Then, he added, “But the night isn’t over yet.” Those six little words filled me with hope and expectation, but the feeling was short-lived since he quickly added, “Ready to go for a swim?”
I smiled and tried to find a nice way to say that I was much more interested in going to his bedroom for a fuck than to the pool for a swim. But, after everything he had done for me, I simply didn’t have the heart to refuse him.
“Sure,” I said, adding as much enthusiasm as I could to my voice in hopes that he wouldn’t notice my disappointment.
Ben stared at me in silence for a couple more seconds with one of those all-knowing smirks in his lips. I wondered if he could read my mind or see the disappointment in my eyes, but before I could make up my mind, he got up and circled around the table to help me get up.
Although the modern and independent woman in me wanted to groan at the old-fashioned gesture, I honestly liked it. It was obvious, to both of us, that I didn’t need his help to get up. However, the desire to serve and care for me that were implicit in the gesture made me feel special in a way no other man ever had. Finally understanding the appeal of dating men instead of boys, I placed my hand in the one he was offering me and rose from my chair.
My heart raced as Ben kissed the back of my hand and folded our connected arms, so my hand rested on his muscled bare chest. I bit my lips and contracted my thighs as we walked towards the pool at the end of the deck.
For some mysterious reason, our proximity made the already perfect night even prettier. To my eyes, the stars that blanketed the clear night sky were shining just for us, the full moon above was a spotlight on my happiness, and the warmth in the air was just a reflection of the heat passing from his skin to mine. The combination of those things did nothing to curb the need I felt. If anything, to be honest, they made me even more desperate for everything Ben had promised, but I was still too shy to simply come out and ask.
“Do you swim?” he asked as we stepped into the wet deck and dipped our toes into the water.
I looked sideways at Ben as we continued to make our way toward the pool and said, “I’m excellent at the doggy paddle, but unless you consider that swimming, then no. I don’t.”
Ben chuckled at my silly joke and let go of me to lower himself from the wet deck into the water. Once he was submerged to his chest, I sat down at the edge and slowly lowered myself into the pool as well. The contrast of the cool water against the warm air made me gasp. Then, I gasped again when I realized that my feet didn’t touch the floor.
I started moving my legs and was about to swallow my pride and reach back to the deck when Ben’s arms grabbed my waist. “I’ve got you.”
The warmness of his touch made the water seem even colder in comparison, but the safety I found in him allowed my muscles to instantly relax. I draped my arms around Ben’s neck and relaxed into him.
“Why did you build a pool so deep?” I asked only half teasing.
He smirked and started swimming towards the middle, taking me along with him. “Because I’m tall and too old to keep the water around my stomach.” His smile widened, and he delivered a soft kiss to my lips before adding, “Plus, it’s a great excuse to force beautiful women into my arms.”
Although I knew he was teasing, his reply vexed me a little. With an angled brow, I said, “And I thought I was special.” His lips quivered with yet another smirk, which prompted me to ask, “How many women have you lured to this pool with your flowers, candles and dinner routine?”
“Honestly?”
I rolled my eyes because it was obvious I wanted the honest answer—or was it? I wasn’t entirely sure, but I still nodded.
Watching me intently, Ben moved us further down the pool. Since he was holding me tight and preventing me from drowning, I leaned back just enough to enjoy the way the water swayed my arms and tips of my hair back and forth. Although it wasn’t the crazy good fuck I was expecting, this moment wasn’t bad at all.
After a few more seconds staring and smirking at me, Ben said, “None. You’re the only one I’ve ever had in this pool or in my bed. And, to be honest, the only one I’ve done anything remotely romantic for.”
I brought my hands up to his shoulder and widened my eyes at his ludicrous reply. “C’mon. Do you really expect me to believe that you have this gorgeous house but never invited anyone over?”
“It’s the truth,” he started with a shrug. “My home is sacred to me, and since I’ve never had a girlfriend or someone especial, I’ve never invited a woman over. The idea of having a one night stand in my own bed never sat quite right with me.”
The honesty in Ben’s eyes took my breath away and made me feel . . . different. Although I didn’t want to admit it, there was a part of me that was afraid that, because he was my first, he meant more to me than I did to him. However, seeing as, in a way, I was a first for him too that fear was instantly erased from my mind. We were, in our own ways, on the same playing field and it made me appreciate this night and everything that was happening between us so much more.
Driven speechless by emotion, I held Ben’s gaze as my hands slid up his wide shoulders, long neck and dipped into the soft tresses of his hair. Slowly and with all the emotion I felt shining in my eyes, I leaned forward and touched my lips to his with a soft and tender kiss.
Ben’s chest expanded with a deep breath, and his fingers tightened around my waist. My mouth opened for him and his tongue fina
lly touched mine. At first, our kiss was a slow and emotional dance of lips and tongues between two people who had too much to say but not the right words to say them. It was one of those movie-like perfect moments that made me think, once more, about how freaking lucky I was. And though all our previous kisses had been incredible, this one was every bit as magical as the rest of the night, and it made me want more. I wanted more of this moment, more of Ben and just more in general.
Deep down, I knew it was greedy of me to want so much, but that was what he did to me. With every touch, kiss and look, Ben made me want all of the things as long as they involved him. Moved by that greediness, my fingers slid down his back, pulling his body closer to mine, and my legs curled around his hips, placing his still fully erect dick only two thin layers of fabric away from the throbbing at my center.
My brazenness fueled Ben’s own voracity and, in the space of one accelerated heartbeat, our kiss shifted from slow and emotional to wild and lustful. As our mouths moved together, I dragged my nails down the curve of Ben’s shoulder all the way down to the band of his shorts. Not satisfied to stop there, I snaked my hand underneath the fabric and grabbed at the hard muscle of his ass.
With a low and approving groan, Ben grabbed at my hair and tugged my head sideways, so my neck was exposed to him. I moaned as his lips shifted from mine to the sensitive spot just below my ear. The passion in the kisses he dotted down my throat was unlike anything I had ever experienced. If that wasn’t enough, he also brought a hand to my chest and pushed the red triangle covering my boob sideways until the fabric was bunched up at my side and my breast was completely exposed to him.
I bit my bottom lip as his fingers started working their magic on my nipple. He tugged, rolled, pinched and then pinched them even harder giving me the first taste to the painful pleasure I had been craving since the previous night. The sensation was so intense and exquisite my eyes couldn’t help but flutter closed as a sound that was half a moan and half a roar passed through my lips.
My whole body went into sensation overload, and it was too much for me. I needed Ben’s cock, and I needed it now.
“Take me upstairs,” I begged in a voice that didn’t sound like my own. “Please, Daddy. I need you to fuck me.”
A smirk formed on the lips that were now teasing my collarbone, but he made no move to take us off this pool. “Do you, baby girl?”
He pinched my nipple a little harder. Surprisingly, the one thing that ached from his harsh touch was my still untouched pussy. Barely able to breathe, I pushed my hips a little more into his and nodded, “Yes. Please . . . You promised.”
My words made Ben finally pull his lips away from my neck and look at my face. His face gleamed with excitement and arousal, a sight that only heightened those same feelings in me.
“Is that what you want tonight? You want me to fuck you real hard?”
I pulled in a gasping breath through my parted lips as my bikini bottom became soaked for reasons that had nothing to do with all the water around me.
“No,” I whispered, making Ben’s face twist with confusion. Almost shivering with desire, I dug my nails deeper into his skin and added, “That’s what I need.”
The grin that formed on Ben’s face made me think of the Big Bad Wolf from the Red Riding Hood tale. It was luring and predatory, but unlike the story, I felt no fear. In fact, I was anxiously waiting for him to pounce and devour me.
Chapter 25 - Jessica
Finally, Ben made his way back to the wet deck and sat me right at the edge. Not wanting to waste a single second, I started to get up to go upstairs to his room, but his hands clasped on my thighs and kept me in place.
“Where do you think you’re going?” he asked still in the water.
I frowned at the pointless question but still replied. “Your room to get fucked.”
“Why?” he asked with a smirk. “Isn’t tonight about celebrating us being alone and free to fuck wherever we want?”
His words made my insides flutter and a new of wave of arousal to pour out of me. I smiled agreeably at him, and didn’t say a word before he pushed my legs open and covered my core with his palm.
While his hand teased my clit through the fabric of my swimsuit, Ben brought his mouth to my nipple. His kisses were fantastic as always, but the little nibbles he gave me were what really pushed me and this moment over the edge. My head lulled back as waves of pleasure washed over me.
My heart felt like it would explode at any moment from how good he made me feel and I couldn’t help but beg once more. “C’mon, Ben. Please, stop torturing me.”
“I’m not,” he said in a playful tone.
I groaned with frustration and nodded, “Yes, you are. You’re teasing me when all I want is your cock and an orgasm.”
“That’s all you want?”
“Yes,” I replied and added a vigorous nod for good measure. “I want your cock and an orgasm, and I need you to fuck me hard. That’s all.”
He leaned over to give me one hard peck. When he pulled back, he looked at me like a devoted man looking at a golden idol. “Okay,” he said in a tone that was low and almost threatening. “I’ll give you all of those things, but you have to obey me without question. Can you do that?”
I pulled in a deep breath and nodded. His smile grew wider and more dangerous as he pulled away from me and reached behind my back. I waited with anticipation as he untied the strings at my back and then reached down to the sides of my hips to undo the ones keeping my bottom piece in place.
My arousal dripped down my legs as I sat completely naked on the wet deck. As per usual, Ben licked his lips as his gaze shifted slowly between my breasts and my pussy. Despite my desire to pounce on him, I sat still and waited for my directions as he pulled himself off the pool.
“Lay on your back, bend your knees and hold your ankles,” he finally said as he stood beside me.
Confused and with a pounding heart, I lowered my body to the shallow water beneath me and got into the position he instructed. The night’s breeze felt strange in my exposed center, but it was a good strange that made me want more of it. Therefore, while still in the position Ben instructed, I let my knees fall sideways to expose even more of me to him and the delicious breeze.
“That’s an even better sight than I thought,” Ben said with a groan, and the bulge in his shorts confirmed his appreciation.
He knelt beside and, while holding my gaze, grabbed my discarded bikini top. Without providing me any explanation, he started to wrap the strings around my wrist and ankle, binding them together. I gasped as the lines of fabric dug into my skin, but didn’t fight, argue or question his actions. I had agreed to obey without questions, and that’s what I was determined to do.
Once my right side was bound to his satisfaction, he moved to my left and used my bikini bottom to do the same. Only after my movements have been fully restricted in that odd and open position, he started removing his shorts. My mouth watered as his massive erection came into view, but I didn’t have too much time to admire his gorgeous nakedness before he took a step toward my head and knelt right in front of my head.
Before I could even wonder what he was doing, Ben bent over and kissed me Spider-Man style. The kiss was passionate and delicious, but it was also very brief. I wanted to bring my hands to his hair and hold him in place for just a while longer, but since I was tied up, it was impossible. I groaned in protest, but his mouth quickly moved to my neck, collarbones, and boobs, which promptly erased my revolt at his brief kiss.
With each new part of me that he kissed, a bit more of his own body hovered over mine. Since he hadn’t given me any instructions on what to do with my mouth, I kissed every nook and cranny of his delectable body that passed by my lips. When Ben’s washboard abs hovered over my face, the anticipation over what I knew was coming made my body sizzle with excitement.
I ran my tongue over the ridges of his hard muscles with gusto, savoring his skin and how good his kisses made me feel. A
s a moan reverberated from my chest, the moment I had waited for so long finally arrived.
Moving his body a few more inches toward my pussy, Ben’s thick, juicy cock slid slowly from my forehead all the way to my mouth. The deliciously erotic moment was made even better by the intimate way he nuzzled and kissed my folds. Sighing with delight, I opened my mouth and promptly welcomed the tip of his thickness inside.
Ben rolled his hips, slowly pushing his dick into my willing mouth just as he had done to my vagina the previous night. The feel of him in my mouth was totally different from what he had felt like inside my pussy, but it was just as delicious, so I didn’t complain as he kept going until his tip touched the back of my throat. To my surprise, it didn’t trigger a gag reflex or anything other than a desperate desire to please him.
As he pulled out of my mouth, I sucked in my cheeks to create a vacuum around his girth and rolled my tongue around each inch of him that exited my lips. Once he was completely out of me, Ben groaned with pleasure and pushed his cock right back in, intensifying the circular movements his tongue was doing around my clit to match the vigor of his hips.
For several minutes, we continued to feast on each other until the sounds of our intimacy overpowered the music that played in the background and echoed through the night like a symphony of lust and pleasure. The weight of Ben’s body and the restrictions of my binds made the pleasure building inside of me much stronger than anything I could have ever imagined.
