Page 60 of Only You and Me

“I know it’s not sexy, but I think we should talk about a few things first,” Ben says as we’re still standing in the hall.

I lean against the wall and look at him. “Okay. Go ahead.”

“I got tested for sexually transmitted illnesses at my annual physical eight months ago—I had none—and I’ve never had sex without a condom. I just figured you’d want to know that.”

“My turn. I have an IUD. I got tested at my annual GYN appointment in January and I was also negative. Plus, same here about the condoms. But eight months is a long time so?—”

“Not when you haven’t had sex in over a year, it isn’t.” Ben’s cheeks are red, his hand running through his dark, wavy hair.

“What? Are you serious?” My eyes narrow on him.

“As a heart attack,” he answers. “But I want you to be comfortable, so I can still wear a condom. If we have sex, I mean. Obviously. I’m not gonna wear one if we’re not having?—”

I grab his T-shirt and pull him toward me. “Shut up and kiss me, would you? I’m okay with no condoms if you are.”

He cages me in with a hand on each side of my head. “Fuck. Are you serious?” His eyes light up.

“As a heart attack,” I tease with a flirty lilt to my voice.

He bends down and kisses me. Nothing soft or slow about this one. His mouth is immediately hard and demanding, his hand sliding up to my neck. But then he pulls back. “I have one more thing I want to make sure we’re clear on.”

I can feel my eyes widen and my heart rate pick up. What could he possibly want to add?

“On nights we’re intimate, we sleep in the same bed. I don’t care which bedroom, but I don’t want to cheapen anything that happens between us by fucking and then going our separate ways. Deal?”

My breathing picks up, and now my heart is really racing. This one’s a much harder discussion than the condom or no condom discussion. This is more intimate, in my opinion. That scares me. But I can see in his eyes that he won’t bend on this.

“Okay. Now, can we please get naked?”

“Fuck yeah, we can. But I want to watch you undress. I’ve been dying to see your body again and I want to watch every second of those clothes coming off of you.”

God, I’m wet already, just from the anticipation of what’s coming.

Ben grabs my hand and leads me into my bedroom, then grabs the collar of his T-shirt with one hand and pulls it over his head before he moves on to his shorts and boxer briefs. I’m pretty sure my jaw drops when his cock springs free. Ben was always big, but I swear he’s gotten larger, thicker maybe, since I last saw him naked. I’m most definitely going to get up close and personal with his dick.

“Your turn, gorgeous.” Ben sits on the side of the bed, watching me expectantly.

I stare at him for a few long seconds. “You’re really just gonna sit there and… watch?”

“Fuck yes, I am. I don’t think I can express to you how sexy you are with clothes on, and I don’t want to miss seeing a single square inch of your body as you reveal it. Now please, take your clothes off, beautiful. I want nothing more than to get my hands and mouth all over you, but I’ll wait.”

When did Ben Donley get so fucking patient? Ten years ago, clothes flew everywhere whenever we had sex. Now the man is patient enough to wait for me to strip bare for him while he watches. I guess here goes nothing.

I slide my shorts off and kick them to the side. Thank God I’m wearing some cute lilac-colored panties and a matching bra today. Ben watches every move of my hands like he’s truly afraid to miss something. I grab the hem of my tank top and count to three in my head before pulling it off.

Ben’s eyes dilate and his breathing becomes shallower. The way he watches me, never taking his eyes off my body when I’m down to my panties and bra, is empowering. I take two steps closer to him now and only a few feet separate us.

I reach back and unhook my bra, then let it fall off my shoulders and to the floor, freeing my moderate sized breasts.

“Fuck me, you’re so goddamn stunning,” Ben says, looking into my eyes now. He runs his tongue over his lower lip and I’m dying to have that tongue on my body again. “Panties, now, babe.”

I listen and when my panties drop between my legs and I step out of them, Ben stands and backs me up to the wall nearest me. He presses his body against mine and I swear my curves melt into him as his rock-hard cock pushes against my low belly, his defined chest muscles brushing against my aching nipples.

“I’m gonna worship every part of your body tonight, so I hope you’re ready for me.”

“I am,” I pant out.

Ben’s mouth finds mine but only lingers there a moment before he bends slightly and takes one of my tight nipples in his mouth while cupping my other breast in his hand. As he sucks on the sensitive peak of flesh and swirls his tongue around it, he pinches my other nipple, and it immediately sends a jolt of excitement between my legs.

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