Page 110 of Between the Blue
“Don’t think so highly of me just yet.”
Ben’s hand glides down the side of my neck and to my ribcage. He brushes his palm across my breast in his path, making me shudder and causing my nipples to pebble against the silky fabric of my dress.
He returns his mouth to mine, sweeping his tongue across my lips and easily gaining the access he desires. I feel him shift against me, and a wave of satisfaction washes over me at how hard he already is. An involuntary moan slips from my lips when he presses just right into the softest part of me, and it makes Ben ravenous. He pulls me impossibly closer, rocking against me, breathing me in, twirling his tongue with mine.
“I need you laid down,” he grunts, pulling me suddenly away from the wall and spinning around.
My stomach dips at the sudden movement, making me wrap my arms around his neck for support, even though I know I don’t need it. I obviously knew Ben was strong. He’s a professional athlete. But his arms and back feel like one solid, unflinching muscle as I find myself wrapped around him now.
“Bedroom,” I say breathlessly, pointing behind me. “Right there.”
Ben’s lips come down on mine once more, and, with my eyes automatically closing again, I feel us swiveling around back and forth a few times, like he’s being indecisive.
Eventually, he spins entirely around and bends over in one swift movement. And, suddenly, I’m falling from his arms and plopping down onto a plush surface.
I have to blink a few times before I realize he’s dropped me down onto my couch. My crappy college couch that’s full of lumps and tears and has to be a good foot shorter in length than Ben, but he doesn’t seem to be too concerned with that. And I don’t get to question his decision of using it over my bed or to catch my bearings any further before he’s coming down on top of me, crawling up my body until he’s propped up above me.
He sits back on his heels for a moment, stripping off his suit jacket and tossing it onto my coffee table. Something about that simple act suddenly makes what’s happening– what’s about to happen— feel so real. Instantly, I start to squirm, my face heating and the fabric on my skin suddenly feeling too tight. I look up at Ben, finding him loosening his tie and unbuttoning the top button on his dress shirt, and I just need to do something. I wiggle my arms down to my sides, trying to clutch on to where the silk of my dress ends.
“Don’t even think about taking that dress off.”
My gaze snaps up, and I feel my throat tighten at the look Ben is giving me.
“I told you how this was gonna go,” he says, his voice low as he lowers himself over me.
I swallow against the lump in my throat. “You did. That doesn’t mean I have to listen.”
Ben lifts the strap of my dress away from my skin, running his two fingers along it. “Something tells me, Cherry, that you can be a lot more agreeable than you let on.”
He releases the strap, letting it fall back into place, then continues down my bodice, tracing the dips and folds of the fabric.
“And what’s that?” I question him.
His fingers trail over my hip bone, and inch towards the slit of my dress, toying with its hem.
“Well, for starters…” he pauses, shifting his gaze from his tracing lines to my eyes. He trails off for so long that I start to urge him to continue.
“Well, wh–”
“This.”
All at once, Ben’s hand finds its way between my legs, his same two fingers cupping me where I’ve been aching for him most.
I instantly unravel at the sudden touch, but Ben isn’t far behind once he discovers something he didn’t see coming.
“Cherry,what the fuck?When did you…”
“All night,” I mutter, a grin pulling at the corners of my mouth.
Ben grits his teeth together, his tongue wetting his lips. “You haven’t been wearing anything under this…all…night?”
I let out a chuckle, and Ben instantly swirls his fingers against me, I assume as a sick form of punishment, and my laugh quickly cuts off on a gasp.
“You said it yourself,” I choke. “This dress is killer. Couldn’t risk panty lines.”
“You’re evil.”
“You’re into it.”
