Chapter Nine
Ben
I kissed Ginger, softly at first, taking my time, savoring her taste. It was the second time I’d kissed her in three years, and I wanted it to count. She had her arms around my neck, pressing her breasts against my chest. I held her tighter, and the kiss grew rougher, and when she moaned, the sound muffled in our kiss, my whole body shivered.
“Ginger,” I whispered her name, my voice husky. “I won’t be able to hold back, so if you want to stop, back away now.”
It was a plea and a warning all in one. I didn’t move back, though, nuzzling the tip of my nose against hers. I waited for her answer, though, instead of diving in for another kiss like I was dying to do.
In the end, I didn’t have to. She didn’t give me a verbal answer, but she did rise on her toes, pressing her lips against mine. In my surprise, I parted my lips, and she slid her tongue into my mouth. I groaned, my body trembling again as I rubbed my tongue against hers, then sucked on it. My hands on the small of her back held her tighter, and I rocked my hips against hers gently, so she would know just how hard she made me.
“Ben,” she gasped when we broke off the kiss. “I missed you.”
“I missed you, too,” I reassured her.
I glanced around the room with a frown. Then I looked behind us, toward the glass door and glass window. We were on full display to whoever passed by the salon, and I cursed myself, for both my thoughtlessness and my impatience.
“Give me a minute,” I murmured to Ginger, loosening her arms and taking a step back.
I locked the door, let down the blinds, then turned off the lights, leaving only one lamp on and locking the door. When I turned around, Ginger hadn't moved.
“Are we doing this here?” she murmured.
I stalked toward her, letting a small smirk cross my lips. “Doing what?”
She frowned at me for the light tease, though she didn’t pull away when I leaned down to kiss her, my hands catching her around the waist. I walked us slowly backward as I took first her lower lip, then her top lip between mine, sucking and nibbling lightly before smoothing over with a little lick. I backed her up against the sink, then pulled away again.
“Tell me to stop if you want me to,” I told her.
I waited, our gazes held. She didn’t say anything. I tightened my hold on her for a second, then released her, grabbing onto her shoulder and turning her around. She gasped when she came face to face with her reflection. There were mirrors all over the walls in the room, and I decided I liked the effect.
“We’re doing it like this?” she squeaked.
I leaned down to press a kiss to her neck, meeting her eyes through the mirror.
“You know, you can say that we’re having sex. Or making love. Doesn’t that sound so much better than ‘doing it’?”
I licked a swipe up from the base of her neck to the hollow underneath her ear. Ginger gasped, stretching out on her toes as she tilted her head to the side, just a little. I watched in satisfaction as her lips parted and a lovely pink blush spread across her lips.
“You’re in a dress, Ginger,” I murmured, kissing back down her neck, to her shoulder. “You don’t wear dresses that often.”
I held her by the tops of her arms, and I slid my hands down her back to around her waist, holding her tightly as I pressed my hips back against her, rubbing my cock against her ass and making her gasp some more.
“I happen to like dresses,” she breathed out.
She hadn't before. She was the kind of girl that would more often than not be seen walking around in jeans, but I didn’t mind this change. I bunched her dress in my hands, lifting it up slowly. She just watched, panting, as I exposed her up to her stomach. I let out a sigh, placing my hands over her bared skin, though I mourned a little when her dress fell around my arms once I wasn’t holding it anymore.
Slowly, I pushed her panties down her hips, sucking on her neck and watching her expression carefully, searching for a sign that she wanted me to stop. There wasn’t any. With her panties lowered, I parted her thighs with my hand, and as she widened her stance, I palmed her sex, rubbing gently on her clit, teasing her entrance.
“Please,” she gasped, rocking into my palm.
I let out a groan, using my free hand to undo my fly and push my jeans down to my jeans. I wrapped my fingers around my rock hard cock and stroked myself as I rubbed her clit. Then I released her completely, pushing her dress until it was up around her waist again.
“Hold onto the sink,” I commanded roughly, pressing her back a bit with my hand, so she was bent over slightly. Her hands, already on the sink, tightened their hold. “Just like that. Real tight, okay?”
She nodded, and I pressed another kiss to her neck. I slid one hand up the length of her back keeping her dress out of the way and used my other hand to guide the tip of my cock to her entrance. I slid in her slowly, watching my cock disappear inside her body, and I bit down on my lip, trying to find some control so I could make this good for the both of us.
I slid in, all the way until her ass met my thighs, and I wrapped my arms around her, holding her close. Keeping my eyes on her face, I rocked my hips gently, and we both shuddered. I pulled out slowly, then slid back in, and I watched as her eyes widened and her mouth grew slack as I repeated the movement.
The slow pace wasn’t nearly enough for me. When I couldn’t hold back anymore, I dropped one of my arms around her hips, holding her still as I pulled back once again, only to slam my hips against hers. Ginger let out a loud cry as I did, and I groaned as I picked up my pace, until I was fucking her against the sink. I ran my other hand up her waist, over her ribs, until I cupped one breast in my palm. I squeezed her gently, rubbing my palm against her covered nipple, fucking her harder.
I leaned down to shower kisses all over her neck, Ginger’s moans and whimpers searing my mind. I bit down on her shoulder, carefully, feeling the pleasure pool at the base of my spine. I was so close, but I wanted her to come before I let myself go. Her walls were trembling around my cock, and I knew she was close, too.
Then, I felt it, her walls tightening around my cock, convulsing around me even as I moved in and out of her in fast, hard thrusts. My hips stilled, and I let out a loud groan, muffled in her shoulder, as I climaxed and spilled inside of her.
I pulled my teeth out of her shoulder with a sigh, checking her to make sure I didn’t hurt her. Then I hugged her body against mine as we both calmed down, still trembling from the force of the orgasm.
“Leave.”
My eyes shot up to Ginger’s gaze in the mirror, confused as well as surprised.
“What?”
She let out a sigh, her body shuddering with it, and I let out an involuntary moan and a slight jerk of the hips.
“Sorry,” I whispered, feeling my cheeks warm up. “But seriously, what? Don’t tell me you regret this.”
“It’s not that. I need to clean up and go home. I don’t want to stay away from home twice in a row. I kinda feel guilty about it.”
I understood. She wasn’t saying it, but she probably needed space. But even though I did, I was feeling a little sulky as I pulled back from her and righted my clothes. She pulled her panties and let her dress fall, then turned to face me. She leaned back, though, her hands still holding the sink trembling.
“I’ll call you later,” she promised. “But I need you to leave.”
I was dying for one, but I didn’t ask her for an explanation. I ducked down, and she didn’t shy away from me. I pecked her cheek, then turned to leave.
When I got to my car, I chanced a last glance at the salon, then drove back to the hotel.