Page 35 of Stepping Up

In the quiet darkness of our house, the new relationship Bennett and I had agreed to explore came to life. A tension that we’d ignored until now lit up in the darkness. I carried my passed out daughter to her bed and kissed her forehead as she snuggled into her covers, fast asleep, and then my body started to tingle in anticipation as I headed back to the living room where Bennett was waiting for me. I was waiting for him, too. My body had been waiting for him all along, maybe, and now it was softening in preparation for him. At least in hope.

I strode up to Ben with more confidence than I felt. I looked up into his eyes, and I begged him to kiss me.

“Carly,” Bennett sighed as he leaned in and did exactly that. Just like he said at the wedding, he was taking it slow, a gentle, careful press of his lips to mine, a polite question of his tongue running across the seam of my lips, asking to be let inside. I obliged him hungrily, parting my lips and chasing his tongue with my own, our warmth mingling, stoking into a flame.

We moved to the sofa, the same one we’d occupied for Ella’s movie night. That night when I saw what a good father Bennett was meant to be. I laid myself down on the cushions, using the throw pillow for leverage behind my head so I could still reach Bennett’s perfect lips. He moved over me with care and grace, a light melding of our bodies creating a warm embrace.

I sighed into the kiss, then followed the impulse I felt to bite him, snagging his full lower lip between my teeth. His breath caught, and the hand that had been resting chastely on my waist started to move, caressing me back and forth, carefully pulling my dress up to bare my thighs to him. I reached for his shirt, too, undoing the buttons carefully and then pulling his undershirt up to reach his warm skin. His abdomen tensed as I caressed him, but not in a way that said no.

Both our bodies were only saying yes, yes, yes. We had to be quiet, careful not to wake our sleeping daughter, but maybe that was why we’d chosen the living room rather than one of our beds—there was more physical distance, but it would be easier to hear if Ella started to stir, to jump apart like kids caught hooking up in their parents’ house.

That was a little bit how it felt, really. This house had been my mom’s, after all, and Bennett’s touch made me feel younger, lighter than I had since before Ella was born. Maybe it was just because I had him to help me, now. And his kindness, his affection made my heart feel new again, too.

We started to shed our clothes more quickly, now, frantic hands pulling at material until I was down to my bra and panties, Bennett shirtless with his pants undone. Holding eye contact with me all the while, he reached his hand into the front of my panties and gently stroked through my pooled desire.

“You’re so incredible, Carly,” Bennett whispered as his fingers explored my folds. He moved his lips to my jaw, then my ear, then my neck as he fingered me with pure, sensual need. It was careful and curious, but not fumbling like those almost-teens we were pretending to be. He found my clit with no effort, stroking it gently as if he were petting some soft creature that needed extra care, and I sighed as I relaxed into the cushions.

“There,” I told him when he found the perfect pressure against my bundled nerves. I reached down to grab his hand, wanting to be close to him as he petted me. Our fingers interlaced as he rubbed slow, delicious circles into me, making my hips undulate against him.

It was as natural and powerful as the tide when I came. Bennett kissed me hard when I tensed, swallowing down my primal cry. He kept kissing me through it as he gentled his touch, massaging me carefully back down to earth.

In a seamless slide, Bennett pulled my panties all the way down, and I adjusted so I could kick them off onto the carpet. He kissed down to the swell of my breasts, spending his time there as he reached behind my back to unhook my bra. Within another languid, lovely moment, I was naked before him, and Bennett couldn’t decide whether to kiss me, touch me, or just look at me. The lust in his eyes was tinged with something lovely and sweet, almost adoration.

“You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen, Carly,” he whispered. He moved to press an open-mouthed kiss to my breast, suckling my whole areola into his waiting mouth and making me gasp at the sensation. Even after coming once, my inner muscles were aching again, yearning for more. Bennett shushed me carefully, then contradicted himself. He sucked me harder. An electrical current shot straight to my pussy in response, and I let out a strangled moan, as quiet as I could manage. His hand came up to gently cover my mouth, and it was painfully erotic in its own right.

He spent a long while on my breasts, just as interested in that full, ripe flesh as Logan and Nate had been, but with an added layer of reverence in it. I felt like a goddess as he sucked and teased my nipples, alternating the use of his skilled doctor’s hands and his sensual tongue. I told him quietly, “I can come just like this, if you want me to. I’m–I’m close.”

He sighed against me, the breeze of his mouth prickling goosebumps on my skin. “Christ, Carly, I wanna see that. I want to kiss you like this forever. But I’m afraid I… I won’t last. Can you wait to come again until I’m inside you?”

The politeness of the question made me emotional. How had I found and enchanted a man who was this sweet? I whispered through a smile, “I can if you stop what you’re doing and make love to me already.”

His quiet chuckle vibrated against my nipple, and it took a lot of concentration not to come apart then and there. He kissed each of my breasts as if to say goodbye, and then he moved back to ravish my mouth.

I whispered reassurances to Ben that I had an IUD now, that there was no worry that our coming together the way we both needed would result in another accidental miracle like Ella. She was a once in a lifetime kid, anyway. And when he couldn’t resist anymore, when he accepted my comfort, he let me reach for his hard cock and pull it free from his boxers.

God, this felt familiar. I’d known his body so long ago, and it turned out I never really forgot it. His thickness filled my hand perfectly, and the silky smoothness of him was an addiction I couldn’t shake. I stroked him lovingly, running my thumb over his blushing head and savoring every deliciously breathy sound he made in response to my touch. It was perfect, getting to taste his sounds of pleasure as he kissed me. Someday soon, I’d have to taste his hardness, too, have him fill my mouth with his perfect heat.

“Please, Carly,” he rasped as he pulled back from my mouth. He locked eyes with me, pleading for more than just this physical release. I wanted to give him everything he’d ever wanted. “I need to be inside you.”

I might have needed it even more. I guided him with my hand to my waiting, dripping entrance, and he helped me with a forward rock of his hips. When the head of his cock was submerged in my wetness and he was struggling for control, panting with his restraint, I wrapped my arms around his slim waist and pulled him into me, kissing him hard to tell him to come inside, to move. He sank into me like it was where he belonged.

Bennett’s smooth, slow undulations hypnotized me with sensual bliss. I felt full and ready and absolutely cherished, and I rocked up into his thrusts, deepening our connection, whispering soft, enthusiastic yeses to encourage us both. I could have kept this up for days, months, years. It was perfection, having Bennett inside me again after all this time, and I wasn’t about to let it end too soon.

“You’re perfect, Carly. So tight and warm,” he whispered as he kissed my jaw. “Beautiful.”

Of course he would be kind, full of lovely praises even in this moment. My nails scraped the smooth skin of his back, and that caused a shift. Spurred on by my touch, Ben growled low in his throat. It was an animalistic side I hadn’t seen in him before, and it made him pick up his pace, fucking me harder.

Our breathing grew more rapid, in sync and syncopated at the same time. I was almost worried about Ella waking up from the sound of our skin slapping together in the quiet of the night, but she was fully out when I laid her down, and this felt too good to worry about anything else. Bennett buried his face in my neck, biting down on my sensitive flesh, making me whimper.

“I love that sound,” he rasped in my ear. “I want to make you make that sound again and again. Forever.”

I wanted that, too. He sucked and licked the same spot he’d bitten, and I let out a small sigh. I might have a mark tomorrow, but I didn’t care, because then he was pounding into me, harder and faster, more intense. I was at his mercy, completely lost in the overwhelming pleasure he was giving me. The pleasure we gave each other.

I pulled Bennett’s head to mine, kissing him hard to muffle the loud, guttural moan I couldn’t help but release as I felt myself finally shatter apart again. It just felt so good, my pussy clenching around his cock, the exquisite fullness carrying me through the waves of my orgasm. I pressed my oversensitive nipples up against him, even the light friction of his ginger chest hair against them adding to the overwhelming feeling of rightness. Every nerve in my body sang for him.

When Bennett followed me over the edge in another few powerful thrusts, I almost came again. Instead, I cried with the emotional release, and Bennett kissed my tears away, murmuring sweet things to make me smile. There was just no better feeling than the raw, hot pulse of him spurting his seed inside me as I still clenched and unclenched with aftershocks. Well, except maybe the perfect calm of us coming down together, still connected and warm and sweaty, sharing sweet kisses and words of affection.

In the aftermath, we both wanted nothing more than to curl up to sleep in each other’s arms. But we decided together that it would be best if Ella didn’t have to question why we were sharing a bed. So, once we’d gathered our forgotten fancy clothes from the living room and shared another kiss, a promise of the future we were both excited to share, Bennett said goodnight to me. It wasn’t a goodbye, but a see you tomorrow. And after the beautiful love we’d made tonight, I half hoped we could say that again and again until the end of time.

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