Page 71 of Home to Me

Lauren settled back onto the pillows of Ben's bed and luxuriated in the feeling of his soft lips and tongue trailing a wet, hot path down her body. She took in her surroundings and felt the fire within her belly increase. They were making love in his most private of sanctuaries—his bedroom. The place Ben went to recover from long and difficult days, the place where he recharged, the place where he fell asleep at night and woke up in the morning—this sanctum would now forever include the memory of kissing Lauren here, of touching her, of the two of them reaching heights of ecstasy together.

She loved that thought. She loved the thought that, each time he glanced at his bathroom door, he could be reminded of the sight of her walking out seductively in her tiny, lacy bra and panties. She liked the idea that, every time he laid his head back on his own pillows, he could be reminded of Lauren's head gracing that same pillow as he used his mouth and hands to give her pleasure.

More than almost anything that had happened between them today, this made Lauren feel like she was being granted access into the most private, guarded areas of his heart, soul, mind, and life.

She trembled even more violently, and there was nothing in Ben's touch at that moment that made that happen. It was triggered by the momentous realization of the extent of their growing closeness.

It was a huge aphrodisiac.

She looked down, watching Ben as he kissed and swirled his way down her belly. She didn't have her hands in the back of his hair to urge him onward. She wasn't giving him encouragement—or instruction—with small verbal remarks. She was simply relaxing and enjoying whatever he had in mind.

She almost didn't recognize herself, but she sure as hell was enjoying the experience. Lying back and letting Ben roam the length of her body and give her pleasure, like she’d done to him in the past—it was a revelation. She never knew that simple, in-the-moment enjoyment of something could be so sweet.

From the look on Ben's face, he was also deriving a lot of pleasure from the freedom she was giving him to explore her, just as she’d gotten from exploring every inch of him.

As Ben made his way down past her lower belly, he smoothly slid her panties off, looking up at her and giving her a devilish grin as he did so.

“You did this for me in Aspen. I never got to return the favor,” he said softly, spreading her legs open wider and lowering his head between them.

Lauren groaned in delight at the delectable sensations that were radiating out from the place where Ben's talented tongue was doing its work.

Unable to keep her hands from him a moment longer, she dug her fingers into his hair, urging him onward. Her hips rose to meet his mouth, matching his rhythm, she felt herself building closer to climax with each stroke of his white-hot tongue.

This would normally be the place where she would stop her partner in his tracks and move the encounter along. Lauren made it a point to never come unless her partner was also experiencing the same intense physical climax.

To experience that level of loss of control in front of a person who was not distracted by the fact that they were experiencing a similar loss of control? Unacceptable.

To thrash about, to cry out, to wrinkle her face into who knew what kind of unattractive contortions while being watched by someone who was completely sober and had all of his wits about him? Again, unacceptable.

That was all in the past, however. As Ben's mouth urged her on to greater and greater heights of delirium, she wanted nothing more than for him to take her further, faster, higher... Oh, God... She reached a hand above her head and grasped the headboard, her back arching in rapture, tiny explosions beginning to erupt over every inch of her skin, with the largest and most powerful radiating out from the core of her being.

She felt a cry tear from her throat but didn't even hear it. Her blood pressure had risen to the point that she was so lightheaded, so outside of herself, that she was out of touch with her five external senses. There was no room in her awareness for anything but the massive force of the waves of pleasure ripping violently through her.

Before her powerful orgasm had even begun to subside, Lauren felt Ben enter her. She opened her eyes to see that he was balancing his body above her, his face less than a foot from hers.

“Yes,” she gasped, and he smiled as he began to move inside of her.

Lauren found that she loved this more than she ever could’ve imagined—feeling Ben inside her, stroking her most sensitive core as she looked into his eyes and watched the entrancing micro-expressions of bliss that passed across his face as their bodies moved in harmony.

She even found herself getting an erotic charge from knowing that he was watching her face in the exact same way.

As their pace increased, Lauren realized she was again climbing to the peak of pleasure, and she could see by Ben's face that he was making that journey right alongside her.

Their bodies moved in ever-increasing speed, their cries grew louder, and at the penultimate moment, Lauren pleaded in a whisper, “Kiss me. Please, Ben, kiss me.”

He lowered his mouth to hers, crushing their lips together and plunging his tongue into her mouth as they raced over the edge of oblivion together, their cries muffled by the kiss, their bodies trembling and bucking.

Lauren wrapped her arms and legs around him as their breathing began to slow and the world started to right itself around them. She simply couldn’t get close enough, couldn’t hold him tight enough, to feel satiated. Every cell in her body was screaming, “Closer, closer, closer!”

She couldn’t believe the intimacy she felt, the connection, when making love with Ben. It was entirely unprecedented.

She thought that she wasn't made that way, and she was wrong. She was made for connection, for intimacy, for passion...for love. She didn’t know it until she’d met Ben.

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When Ben and Lauren arrived on the set at six a.m. the next morning, it was already a beehive of frenetic activity.

“Thank you!” said Lauren. “This is what I expect it to be like!”

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