Studies show that women who enjoy active sex lives sleep better and have better skin elasticity. Furthermore, sex bolsters your immune system, reduces chronic pain and lowers your blood pressure.

Yes. I’m doing this for the health benefits.

I keep my spine straight and my shoulders back as I sashay down the hallway, the perfect picture of confidence and sensuality. At least, that's the vibe I'm going for.

In all honesty, my gut is in a knot. My knees are less than steady. I really hope he can't tell how nervous I am. Or how much I want him. Or how badly I'm fighting against the urge to spin around and fling myself at him. 

He's pretty damn eager, too. His quick footsteps echo in the quiet as he comes after me, my pulse accelerating with each step that brings him closer. Then his arm loops around my stomach, halting my steps. He holds me to him and I feel his heart thudding against my shoulder blade. "I'm trying to be a gentleman but you realize that once you step into my bedroom I won't be able to control myself."

"Oh really?" My tone is teasing and playful although I barely manage to push the words to the surface.

"Yes, really." He tilts my chin and brushes his lips over mine. Will I ever get over how good that one simple gesture feels? 

"I like the way that sounds," I whisper. I angle my head back against his chest for more of his kiss and I feel his shaft lengthen and thicken against my spine. Our lips part together and I groan as his tongue licks at mine.

I need him. More of his touch. More of his kiss. I need him to make me come. I probably shouldn’t be here. A better woman would have had the strength to stay away. But let me just reiterate how much I need this orgasm right now.

His strong, massive hands slide up my belly and cradle my breasts. I grind my ass against his cock. We moan together. "Angie, I've dreamed about kissing you..." he whispers roughly and nibbles my bottom lip. "I've had a million dreams about you.

I've dreamed about him, too. I've dreamed that things worked out differently for us. That he'd loved me enough to keep me when it mattered. I've tried to push those dreams away, to suppress them but that strategy isn't working. The only way to free myself of this need is to give in to it, to let this man satisfy it.

I gyrate my ass and groan. "I want your cock inside of me. I need it."

Without preamble, he dips down and scoops me up, one arm wrapped around my back, the other hooked beneath my knees. Whopping in surprise, I lock my arms around his neck. There's a silly little smile on his face as he presses his mouth to mine and tastes me again. He kicks open a door and steps inside.

The street lamp outside offers a slice of light through the space in the heavy curtains. I feel course sheets against my skin as he lays me down on the mattress and climbs on top of me. He kisses me so softly, so sweetly. His touches are light and cursory, fingers brushing reverently along my ribs. He's all restraint and hesitation.

It's driving me crazy.

There are seven years of yearning and desire and pain between us. I never thought I'd ever find myself in his bed again. And now that I'm finally here, I don't want the PG version. I want it all. I want to see him crazy for me. I want his body to take over. He says he's been craving me all these years? I want him to show me.

Instead, he takes his time, undoing my buttons one by one and easing by sleeves down my arms. Placing soft kisses along my collarbone.

Meanwhile, I'm yanking at his belt and shoving his jeans down his hips, clawing his sweater over his head. 

He laughs gruffly at my impatience. "Hold on. Hold on," he whispers. He leans over me and grabs a condom from the drawer. Then, he’s kissing me again as he sheathes himself.

More soft bites on the neck…More sensual touches…More loving gazes…Oh my god. I'm dying here.

It feels amazing. Every little bit of it. I swear. But the problem is, it's forcing me to feel.  I mean really feel. 

It's forcing me to feel safe and wanted and...loved. 

I’m not comfortable with that. Tonight isn't about any of that. Let's not get it twisted. I’m here to fuck.

His face disappears into the curve of my neck and he feathers kisses on my skin. This is crazy. I can't stay silent anymore. 

"Benjie?"

He tenderly pushes my bangs from my face and stares deeply into my eyes. "Yes, sweetheart?" His breath fans lightly over my face. I hear harps in the background and angel feathers float down from the sky...

Eye roll.

"This is the cheesiest moment of my life," I snort.

He falls back onto his haunches and glares down at me in the dim room. "Angie, I'm trying to make this romantic."

"I'm not your girlfriend. I don't need romantic. I need hard and deep."

He hisses and that simple sound tells me that my words have stung him. "Angela..."

"I wish you'd stop treating me like some fragile, delicate flower. Maybe I was once upon a time but now I'm not. Because you broke me...So fuck me like you mean it."

A tense moment passes between us as I struggle to read his expression. 

Propped up on his powerful forearms, he hovers above me, pinning me to the mattress with his icy glare. "So, you want me to fuck you, huh?"

I lift a hand and trace the sinewy ridges of his forearm. "Yes--Fuck. Me." I grind out the words through a clenched jaw, shamelessly conveying my need.

After a long moment of hesitation, something inside of him seems to break. His eyes harden. All emotion slips away. The calloused palm of his left hand rides a path from the curve of my ass to the bend of my knee. His fingers tighten roughly and the light burn of it spreads deliciously across my skin. "You're sure that's what you want?" His voice is dangerously raspy and low.

I feel my reaction in the space between my thighs. "Yes."

With a hard yank, he locks my left leg around his hip. "Do you know what you're asking me to do?"

"Yes." I'm asking you to turn off everything that you think you feel and give me an orgasm that will make me forget that I still love you.

His right hand grips my right knee and he wraps it across his back. "Fine then. If that's what you want." Both hands come under my ass and he angles my pelvis up. My body pulses with anticipation, the need so strong, so acute.

My fingers curl around his cock and he hisses at the rough slide of my palm along his shaft. "Give it to me."

His shoulders rise then fall heavily as he lets go of the last of his resistance. He sucks his thumb into his mouth to moisten it. One swipe of the rough pad on my clit and I cry out. 

Another of his long fingers finds my opening, lingering on the swollen flesh before dipping inside. A second finger quickly follows and then another. Ben's eyes are on me, looking for my reaction in the shadowy room. 

I roll my hips into his touch. At my delighted growl, he lowers his face to the crook of my neck where he inhales deeply. An erotic little sound moves out of his body then his mouth opens on my flesh. Now, he's licking me, sucking at the sensitive spot as his fingers find a vulgar rhythm in my channel. I squirm beneath him, tightening my arms around his neck and relishing the glorious scent of his hair. My fingers twist up in the silky strands, holding him to me because what he's doing to my body feels a whole lot like magic.

His kisses move down my chest, coasting along my gooseflesh. My hiss fills the room when his warm mouth engulfs one breast, his tongue softly flicking the pebbled nipple every which way. And those wet fingers that were just playing between my legs, now they're squeezing the soft globe of my other breast.

I'm sort of breathless when I say his name. He doesn't respond with words. He only resumes his path down my body, his lips leaving pleasure in their wake. God--he's really good at this. As his mouth rides along my pelvis, I find myself fisting the sheets. I'm so ready to feel him, to hear him moan as he tastes me. When his tongue races across my clit, I cry out in relief. The man devours me. With hunger and fervor like a sinner breaking the fast.

His groan vibrates my flesh. "You want this so bad. Look how fucking wet you are. Tell me you want me, Gigi. Say it."

My hoarse voice pours out. "I want you. I want you so much." 

He dives back in with even more enthusiasm than before. Licking, sucking, thrusting his tongue until I'm so keyed up I can hardly breathe.

The sudden wash of pleasure has me flailing. I'm struggling to keep my wits as the orgasm sucks me into its clutches.

"Let go." Ben's eyes are on me from his perch between legs. "This is what you wanted. Don't fight it." And then, he’s licking me again.

At his words, my back curves off the bed and my chest rolls skyward, surrendering myself to the sensation. Ripples of pleasure ride through my limbs, liquefying my self-control. I scream for him, unabashed and completely unrepentant. This orgasm is mine. And I have no intention of apologizing for it.

My body is still seizing, still lost in the throes when Benjie flips me onto my stomach. Before I can even catch my breath, he's piercing into me, gasping roughly as he pounds me from behind. 

"Fuck, you feel so good, Gigi. Shit." He presses down on my ribs, pinning my torso to the mattress so my ass rebounds in the air. "I wanted this pussy the minute I saw you in the hospital auditorium. I wanted to be inside you. Riding you just like this. Feeling your pussy squeeze me. Feeling your ass bounce as I thrust into you." He squeezes a handful of my bottom. "And you're so tight I'm scared I'll tear you apart."

I want to tell him not to stop. I'm not afraid of the pain. I'm not afraid of the limits. But when I open my mouth, no coherent sounds come out. My response is an ineloquent string of primal sounds. 

I never imagined he'd have such a dirty mouth. When did he learn to talk like that? It's driving wild with lust. 

He brushes my hair off of my neck and when he leans forward, his cock pops out of me, landing heavy and long against my inner thigh. He chuckles at my moaned protest. "You know how to turn a man into a beast. Don't act so innocent, Angela."

My giggles turn into throaty cries when his mouth finds the back of my neck. He squeezes my ass cheeks, holding them wide apart as his lips travel down the length of my spine. And now he's eating my pussy from behind, dipping in his tongue into me, trapping my clit against the velvety heat. "Fuck, I’m coming again." I'm shaking. I'm crying.

But before I can go over the edge, Benjie's cock is in me again. He ruts hard. No mercy. He grabs my hair by the fistful and yanks me up so that my back is tight to his hard abs.

His body goes tense as he thumbs my clit with accelerated fervor. The first jerk of his cock emptying into the condom sends a violent rush of pleasure through me. And damn--I'm loud and wild. My hands reach up and cup my tingling breasts, flicking my nipples as my self-restraint comes undone. 

We collapse in a tangle and--good god--I am wrecked. I'm lying there on my belly, Ben's legs twisted with mine. My eyes flutter shut just for few moments of reprieve.

That was fucking amazing…

I jolt at the hot sting of his palm connecting with my exposed ass. Flipping over quickly, I rub the achy spot and glare at him. "Ouch! What was that for?"

Ben untangles himself from me and scoots to the foot of the bed. Standing up from the mattress, he looks at me over his shoulder and smirks. "Just so you know I mean it."

What an arrogant jerk!

I try to pull on an angry face but I find myself howling with laughter as his tight, toned, naked ass disappears into the bathroom.