We went back inside for dinner, and I was surprised to find that it was just as easy as Ben had led me to believe that it would be. His mother wanted to know everything about me, and once they found out that I was studying French, his dad became very chatty as well, seemingly glad to have someone that he could speak French with. Ben watched the two of us with an amused smile on his face, his thumb stroking the back of my hand underneath the table.
Afterwards, Ben and I retreated upstairs so that I could see Ben's room.
“God, I'm full,” Ben said, falling back across his bed. “I swear, I'm only gone for a week and my mother seems to think I must have lost 50 pounds. She doesn't seem to realize that I am, in fact, perfectly capable of feeding myself...”
I laughed a little at that. “Well, imagine how it feels to be me right now! I think I just ate 50 pounds worth of food—and it was all so delicious!”
Ben smiled over at me. “So you don't regret having come over here with me?” he asked.
“Not at all,” I said cheerfully. “Your parents were great. I had a lot of fun. And the vineyards are beautiful; I can only imagine what they must look like during the summer.”
“You'll see them at some point,” Ben said confidently. It was still a bit strange that we were talking like that already, making so many plans for so many months in the future. But at the same time, if it felt right…
And this felt right.
Ben rolled towards me, smiling. “Do you have to go to your classes tomorrow morning?” he asked, a bit of a whine to his tone.
I laughed. “Yeah, I shouldn't miss them,” I said. “I mean, there's nothing really important happening; it's not like I have tests or anything like that, and midterms just finished so this week has been pretty easy, but...” I shrugged.
“But you have perfect attendance,” Ben groaned. “And you can't give that up for one day.”
“It's already been a short week!” I laughed. “And I spent all last weekend with you...”
“I know,” Ben said, sounding almost mournful. “But I just can't get enough of you.”
I blushed and let him pull me into a sideways kiss. When his hand came down to rest against my hip, I couldn't help sighing and pressing closer to him, until there was almost no space between us except for where our clothes were.
Suddenly, it seemed as though we were wearing too many clothes.
I froze for a moment, hesitating. I knew what was going to happen if we started stripping off our clothes—I knew exactly what was going to happen. But at the same time, I couldn't really find it in me to care.
Although I should go to my classes tomorrow, and I doubted either of us were going to want to make the drive home afterwards.
“I can practically see the gears turning in your head,” Ben said, sounding amused. He brushed back a lock of my hair, tucking it behind my ear. “So what have you decided?”
And suddenly, I knew exactly what I wanted.
I ducked my head a little, looking up at him through my eyelashes. “Could you...” I trailed off.
“You're going to have to tell me what you want,” Ben said, but his voice was gentle and encouraging rather than teasing. “What do you want?”
“Could you make love to me?” I asked. I didn't know why, but it just seemed...right. Maybe there could have been something more special, a better time for it, but at the same time, this felt pretty special in and of itself. Ben and I were open with each other, and we were leading towards some sort of a future. I could only think that…
“Are you sure?” Ben asked quietly.
“Yes,” I whispered back, with no hesitation.
Ben nodded and then leaned in to kiss me. The kiss was firmer than many of the kisses that we had previously shared, but it was no less tender. Instead, it was just...more heated. His fingers slid along my body and then back again, tracing arcane patterns against my skin where my shirt was riding up.
I broke away from him with a gasp. “Naked,” I said, the only word that I could get out. “Please.” Another word.
Mostly, I just focused on sitting up and stripping off my dress, bra, and panties, waiting impatiently as Ben began to strip as well. By the time he was finished, I had positioned myself back on the bed and was waiting for him. He paused for a moment, just looking at me. “You're gorgeous,” he said, shaking his head. “Absolutely gorgeous.”
I grinned at him, lazily tracing my hand along my skin in a half-hearted attempt to stimulate myself in the ways that he knew best. “You are too,” I told him. “But right now, you are way too far away.”
Ben laughed a little. “Impatient, are we?”
I giggled. “Just a bit,” I admitted. I shivered with anticipation as he crawled across the bed towards me, his hands stroking up my legs and coming to rest on my hips.
Then, he leaned in and kissed me again, a burst of lust rushing down to sit in my groin. I could feel myself slickening already, preparing for his entrance—and the thought that he would actually be entering me this time made me groan out loud.
Ben smiled against my lips as though he were thinking the same thing, and his fingers slipped down between my legs with very little foreplay—I wondered if he was just as impatient as I was. “Usually, I'd like to get you off a few times before I made love to you,” he said, as though reading my train of thought. “But this time… Well, to be honest, I'm not sure how long I'm going to last.”
I shook my head. “That's okay,” I said. “I don't know how long I will either...”
Ben grinned and added another finger, testing my girth. I gasped and rocked down against him. It was almost too much, but at the same time, it felt so good to be full, to have him there around me, framing my body with his, but also inside of me.
That feeling only intensified as he slid his thick cock inside of me, moving inch-by-inch to allow me plenty of time to adjust. I sighed as he fully seated himself inside of me, pausing for a moment so that we could both get used to the feeling. “God, you're tight,” he groaned, his voice sounding strained.
I frowned up at him. “Sorry?”
He shook his head. “No, it's good,” he said, gasping out a bit of a laugh. “Just, give me a moment to think of totally unsexy things; if I move right now, I'm going to come already...”
I laughed a little, then groaned at the way that seemed to pull him deeper inside of me. Ben shook his head and leaned down against me, his body pressed against mine. Then, he began to experimentally pull his hips back, letting his member slide out until it was barely sheathed within me anymore, and then back in, in a quick thrust that left me gasping for more.
I had expected to feel more nervous, to feel more uncertain about this, but all I really felt was...safe and loved. Safe and loved—it was a nice feeling. Even though we hadn't said that we loved one another yet, I could feel that it was coming. Even if forever wasn't in the cards for us, what we had was definitely special.
I smiled up at Ben, catching his hand where it rested against my hip and curling my fingers into his. Ben smiled as well.
He was setting a more frantic rhythm by now, and I could tell that it wouldn't be long before he spilled—but at the rate he was going, it wouldn't be long before I spilled as well. He started rocking his hips upwards on the way back in, and I couldn't help crying out as the tip of his penis hit a certain spot inside of me that I had never known existed.
“Yes,” I hissed. “Right there, right there, right there.” Ben smiled at that too.
Then, his hand spasmed against mine, and I gasped, feeling him pulse inside of me. We both climaxed at the same time, in perfect unison. Ben collapsed down against me, gone utterly boneless, and I accepted his weight—welcomed it, even, as a force to ground me. I smiled sleepily as he kissed my shoulder, the nearest patch of skin to his mouth.
After a long moment, Ben pulled out and rolled away, but we still lay there for a long moment without speaking, both of us trying to regain our breath. Our hands, I noticed, were still linked together.
“So...do you actually have to make it to your classes in the morning?” Ben finally asked again.
I laughed and shook my head, rolling over into his arms and letting him wrap himself around me. “Fuck that,” I said succinctly. “I've attended every other class this semester, and anyway, I doubt I'm going to miss anything important. I'm not leaving this bed until I have to!”
Ben planted another hot kiss on my bare shoulder. “Good,” he said. “I don't like to pressure you towards truancy, but—that's the answer that I wanted to hear.”
I smiled, feeling utterly content, and we drifted off to sleep tangled up like that.