Page 123 of Between the Blue
“I want you t–”
I’m interrupted again, this time by Ben suddenly removing his fingers from inside me all at once and slipping them straight into my mouth, cutting off my speech. I involuntarily moan from the combination of my sudden emptiness and frustration. But, as I taste myself on Ben’s fingers, my moan grows deeper, and I find myself wrapping my lips around his fingers and sucking.
“Fuck,” Ben groans, and it seems I’ve caught him off guard. He slides his other hand up my chest, between my breasts, settling it at the base of my neck, wrapping his fingers gently around it. And I think I’m learning that that’s something he’s into.
It’s a good thing I don’t mind.
Not one bit.
Ben slides his fingers a little further into my mouth, just enough to get a reaction out of me. “Sorry, what were you saying?” he asks. And when I look at him, he has a smirk on his face that could bring half of a hockey arena to their knees.
I wrap my hand around his wrist, pulling it back and letting his fingers slide out of my mouth. But not before I give them one last swirl of my tongue that makes Ben’s eyes go wide.
“I want you to fuck me,” I tell him.
He looks at me for a moment, his eyes tracing my face and then down my figure.
“Okay,” he says.
I sit up off of him, shimmying my sleep shorts and panties off. Once they’ve been tossed to the floor, I straddle him once more. I reach for the waistband of Ben’s shorts, and my heart starts racing with anticipation as I move to pull them down.
But I don’t get to.
Because, in the blink of an eye, Ben’s fingers dig into my hips and he flips us over once more so that he’s over top of me. I let out a gasp, which Ben swallows with his mouth on mine. And, so easily, so naturally, I melt into him. Like Ben and I kissing is the most natural thing in the world. My lips part and his tongue glides against my own like that’s what it was made for.
We kiss for what feels like minutes, my legs spreading wider as Ben settles right between them.
Finally, Ben pulls back, his fingers pushing my hair away from my face in a gesture that almost feels sweet.
“I wanted you like this,” he says.
I nod, figuring that must have been the case.
“From the first time I saw you.”
I tilt my head back, meeting Ben’s eyes. And it feels like I’m looking at an entirely new version of him.
No, not new.
It’s like…this is who he’s been all along. But he’s been holding himself back from me. I just don’t understand why.
“So I guess you were impressed with my panties after all.”
Ben’s face remains motionless for a long moment, and then he breaks.
Helaughs.
And that makes me laugh.
He shakes his head, pushing his shorts down.
“Shut up, Cherry.”
“Never,” I tell him.
He settles the head of himself at my entrance, and I already find myself arching against him.
“You’re sure?” he asks.
