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Benjamin
Emily climbing out of my bed stirred me awake. I brought my head up from the pillow and blinked my eyes trying to see the place on my bed she’d just left. Images of what happened earlier this morning replayed in my head, and I dropped my head and smiled.
It had been beyond anything I’d envisioned a thousand times in my head. It had been so much more. Emily had been everything and then more… And she wanted me too. I didn’t know how or when it happened, but it was something I would find out in time. I’d only wished I’d known sooner. All this love I had to give her could have been received sooner.
I stared at the sun filtering in from my window then eyed the door, wondering where she had gone. I was about to climb out of bed in search of her when she stepped back into the room wearing my T-shirt she had put on before we had gone to sleep.
I devoured her bare legs as she hurried back to the bed and slipped under the covers with me. I closed in on her and ran my hand up her thigh in search of her warmth. She sighed happily and placed an arm around my neck, bringing me close, and her thighs parted for my hand in the process. My cock had already been a part of this party since I had awakened and thought about last night.
She placed a kiss on my neck, and I groaned. I took a moment to look down at her. Her green eyes were bright, and her entire body was still flushed from last night. She looked thoroughly ravished by me.
She sighed against my cheek. “Benjamin.”
“Yeah, babe?” I tested the word out on her. Her eyes opened and met mine, then she beamed. I supposed she liked it too.
“I’m more turned on then I was last night.” She said it like it was embarrassing to admit or the idea should have been impossible.
I smiled and bit into her collarbone. “Is that bad?”
“It’s just… I’m so sensitive,” she mumbled softly. “Everything you do feels good.”
“Because we’re fucking good together,” I told her the truth, then bent toward her ear. “I’ll keep showing you how much every night.” She trembled at my words. “Hmm, how should I have you this morning? Should I put you on top and let you be in control… Or should I bend you over and stick your ass in the air?”
She hid her face in my forearm. I didn’t think she knew how to handle my mouth when it came to the bedroom. Which was okay, I knew she’d come to love it. She didn’t know this side of me, and I couldn’t wait to show her. Just like I hadn’t expected her to be so shy and responsive, but look at her… With all the talk of how much she didn’t care for sex and how easily she blasted me about it, I never imagined she’d be so fucking responsive.
I wanted to kick myself in the face when I thought back to all these little things that had changed about her within this year. She blushed all the time. She was sometimes even awkward and…and there were just so many instances in which I should have read her better and I might have… I don’t know, gotten her sooner.
That sounded great, but this, having her now was fucking perfect.
So, it didn’t matter how dumb I’d been about her.
When she didn’t respond to any of my suggestions, I laid on my back and pulled her atop of me. She came easily. Her pussy was hot and taking every bit of my soul when it rubbed against my hard-on. I gripped her ass cheeks and slid her over me without sliding it in. She whimpered. She liked it too.
Emily had the best tits I’d ever seen. They were so damn huge and heavy against my chest that I might spill with just the thought of her sprawled over me. I wanted them in my face, in my mouth, I needed to see more of them too. I got what I wanted when she raised up, still straddling me. She was heavily focused as she looked down at where she was about to connect us. Her body separated from mine for a second as she gripped my cock and I hissed, then she placed me at her opening and slid all the way down until she was sitting on me again.
She placed one of her hands against my chest as her face pinched with silent ecstasy. My skin rippled… She was so damn perfect, and soft, and I was going to let this woman keep me for the rest of her fucking life if she would.
I’d always been a bit wrapped around her finger, but now that I’d had a taste of her completely, no one would ever compare to every moment I wanted to steal from her.
Her movements were small and so like her as she rode me. She was taking baby steps to get to her release, almost like she was afraid of it. If I didn’t encourage her to do more, I knew Emily would settle for things in her life. Good thing she had me to keep her from doing that kind of shit. I would encourage her even now.
I grabbed her ass again, lifted her up, and slammed back into her. She whimpered. “Like that?” This time, I squeezed her against me tight and made small, teasing strokes that mercilessly hit her in the same spot until she was panting. “Or like this?” I asked her.
Her eyes opened. She realized I was devouring her reactions as she sat above me. It must have been a good realization because her movements were a little clumsier and a lot more trying to reach a destination. I leaned upward and placed one of her nipples into my mouth. She began to pulse around me, and I knew she was close. I bit her nipple, and she arched her back for me as I lifted and pushed her down onto me a few times roughly by the hips.
“Oh, God,” she cried. She was letting go, and I slowed down to keep myself from coming with her. My entire body was humming at this point, so when she fell onto my chest from exhaustion and said, “I can’t move anymore,” the need to fuck her senseless had me tossing her to my side as I rolled until I was on top of her. I brought her legs up to her chest and did as I wanted and fucked her hard and uncontrolled. She gasped and cried as her eyes devoured me until I was succumbing to them and her body with an orgasm that left me boneless.
“You’re the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen,” she said with such intensity, I didn’t doubt that she had meant it.
Instead of collapsing on her, I dropped down beside her and scooped her up in my arms. She snuggled against me, and it made my chest hurt it felt so good. Almost like I couldn’t believe she was in my arms.
“Don’t go to work this evening,” I whispered.
“I wish I could stay here with you,” she mumbled. Her chin rested against my chest as she gazed up at me. “Did you fall asleep with your contacts in?”
“Yeah.” Wouldn’t be the first time I’d forgotten to take them out. I hated to make a habit out of it though, only last night had definitely been worth it.
“I love your eyes,” she whispered, still staring into them.
“Your eyes are amazing. Big and bright and green…and the days they have those gold specks in them… You are fuckin’ gorgeous.”
She placed her entire face into my chest and groaned. “Ugh, I don’t want to leave this apartment.”
I kissed the top of her head. “I always hated leaving you but now…”
“It’s going to be a lot worse,” she finished for me. “I know.”
“Emily.”
“Hmm.”
“I love you.”
She leaned away from my chest to look up at me again. “What kind of love is your ‘I love you’?”
Like she had to ask. “I’m in love with you. I’ve always been in love with you. Sometimes that love would be overwhelming and sometimes it’d shrunk enough to fixate on another for a while…but only for a while because I began to realize each time my feelings for you resurfaced, they were stronger than before.”
“I’ve always loved you too…but this that I feel now, it’s not the same kind of love. This…with you, is like nothing I’ve experienced and it’s everything…and it’s scary.”
“Don’t be afraid,” I whispered, pressing a kiss to her forehead.
“I feel like we’re stepping into territory where we can hurt each other… The thought of losing you…”
“Emily, stop. All I’ve ever secretly wanted was you. I never thought I’d be anything more than your protector; your safe place. Now that I have you, there’s nothing that’s going to take you from me.”
“You don’t want to be my safe place anymore?” She sounded disappointed.
“I want to be your only place.” That made her smile. “Fuck every other guy. You’ve never needed to go searching for love when you had me, of course, I couldn’t voice that, but now I can.” I pinned my eyes on hers. “Now I can pamper and protect and fuck the shit out of you twenty-four seven. Be prepared. You’re going to be thoroughly loved.” She cuddled me tighter, and I ground my teeth against how possessive I felt. I would never control her. I hated when women or men let their partner control them. I just wanted her to know she was mine, and I was hers. No one came between us, or they’d have to deal with my mood.
“You’re tense.” She noticed. “Why is Freddy trying to come out?”
I sighed and bent down and rubbed my nose against her neck. “My thoughts are putting me in a mood.”
She sniggered softly. “What are you thinking about?”
“About how much I hate every guy you’ve dated and any future ass-wipes that want to mess with you.” I caught her smiling as I moved away from her neck. “Don’t smile.”
She kept smiling anyway, so I went back to her neck and nuzzled her some more. “Says the guy that’s been rubbing me the wrong way the last couple of months texting Kelly,” she finally grumbled. “But that doesn’t matter now. You’re really, for real, ‘my Benjamin’ now when I say that, right? So, it doesn’t matter now, does it?”
I moved away from her neck. “Right. And I could have always been, even before now.”
She cupped my cheek and shook her head with a smile. “You’ve always been my Benjamin. My most favorite person and the safest place I can be in the world. Only now I can say it out loud instead of inside my head, and now those two words hold so much more meaning.”
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“Are you stalking me?” Emily asked as she rounded a section at Crash’s and found me at one of her tables.
“Can’t a guy eat around here without getting such rude customer service?” I sighed dramatically and leaned back, placing my arm across the back of the booth seat then I admitted, “Maybe.”
She shook her head, snorting. “Don’t be annoying. I can’t work when you’re here.”
“Why?”
“Because I wanna keep coming over here.” That had me grinning like a fool as she leaned down and placed a kiss on my lips.
“You got plans tonight?” I asked her.
“You trying to pick me up or something?”
“I’ll whip out Michael Myers and put him in for you, so he’ll be waiting for you when you get off tonight.”
She squinted her eyes, trying not to let her smile show. “I don’t know… I’ve really been into Freddy lately.”
“Nightmare on Elm Street it is,” I said immediately after.
My phone dinged. It was a text from Mom.
Come visit your mother.
No excuses. You don’t live in Tennessee anymore.
I groaned. “She just saw me.”
“Must be your mom.” I caught the nervous expression on Emily’s face when I lifted my head from my phone.
“Don’t start worrying about Mom.”
“She lied to me about you and Kelly.” She bit her lip. “Do you have the pearls?”
“Emily,” I exhaled. “There are no pearls. I’ve already told you. I think she did it to force a reaction of some kind.”
My mom could be very conniving and manipulative if you let her. She was one you had to watch. Emily visible shuddered. “She kind of scares me.”
I stood up and placed my hand on her shoulder. “She’s a tough cookie, but I know she’s going to thaw around you when she gets to know you like I do, instead of who she thinks you are.” I kissed her forehead. “I’m going to go visit and find out why she lied to you. Okay? If she was trying to separate us, we’ll give her the silent treatment until she has no choice but to give in and love you like I do.”
She groaned. “Yeah. I don’t see that happening. She literally said, ‘I don’t like you’ when she came to visit.”
“That woman,” I rumbled.
“It’s okay,” she told me. “I want her to like me. Maybe deep down that’s why I’ve always let her get to me because she never thought I was good enough for you…”
“You’re better than me.” I hugged her.
She pushed me away with another one of her shy smiles. “First, she doesn’t even know we’re together.”
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“Well,” was the first thing Mom said as I slipped into the kitchen at my parents’ house. She casually peeled potatoes and sipped her tea.
“Well, what?” I sat down in the chair next to her at the table.
“Did she get jealous? Did we find out what her feelings are?” She never looked up from her potatoes.
My mouth dropped open… This sneaky devil woman. That was what she was aiming for. “So, that’s why you made up some story about pearls?” I sighed, shaking my head. “Mom, how could you lie like that? Do you realize she broke down and cried to me?” Then I scared the shit out of her when I hugged her. “And you’re the best mom in the fucking world. I love you so much, you know that? Emily loves me!” I repeated. “Emily loves me, loves me. Like I wouldn’t have known if you hadn’t—”
She smacked my head. “Would you get off me? You aren’t small, ya know?” She huffed, and I grinned while holding my head.
“You helped me out this time, so I’ll let it slide, but if you make her cry again, I’ll—”
“You’ll what?”
“Would you stop interrupting me?”
“I still don’t like her,” she muttered.
I frowned. “I know. You like every female on this planet except the one I’m in love with…but why? Why did you do that if you weren’t trying to help me see her feelings?”
“Because you’re my boy, and I know that one makes you happy. So of course, I took action.” She shrugged her shoulders. “I had a feeling she might feel the same way, and I was right.” She was quiet for a moment. “They say gingers don’t have souls.”
“Well, you’re gonna end up with a bunch of soulless grandchildren one day then.”
She stopped with her potatoes and looked over at me. “Go fetch me a different bowl before I smash this one over your head.”
I gasped. “You’d never do such a thing.” But I still stood up and fetched a bowl for her.
She settled back into peeling her potatoes. “That’s right.” She nodded. “A woman has other ways of taking care of things.”