Page 72 of Because of You
“Look at me, Hallie girl. Open your eyes and look at me.”
I open my eyes and meet his. They are cobalt blue and glazed with pleasure and an emotion that makes my heart thump in my chest.
“Watch me while I fuck you like you’re mine. You will never be anything but mine.” Ben pulls out again and thrusts back in, our moans tangling together and wrapping us even tighter to each other. He moves in and out of me, slow and steady, eyes locked with mine.
“Hallie,” he rasps, as I lift my hips even higher and tighten my inner muscles around him. But it’s not enough. I need more. So much more. I buck my hips up to try and flip us over. Ben realizes what I’m doing and wraps both of his arms around me, rolling until I’m settled on top of him. I rock back and forth, grinding down on him, taking him as deep as I can. Ben slides his hands up my torso to rub his thumbs over my nipples, then he rolls them between his fingers. He pinches them, and it’s like a lightning bolt to my clit. I let out a groan, bringing my hands up to cover his, while I keep rocking over him.
“You have the most gorgeous tits I have ever seen. I love watching you above me, taking what you want.” Ben rocks his hips up into me and I gasp out, my hands flying down to his chest to anchor myself as he does it again and again, his hips rising to meet mine. It feels so good I could come just like this, but I still want more. I need to be closer to him. To feel all of him against me.
“Ben, I need…”
“Tell me, Hallie. Whatever you need. I’ll give it to you.”
“I need to be closer to you,” I moan out as he rolls his hips up into me again.
Ben sits up then, winding his hands around my waist and resettling me so that I am sitting on his thighs, his cock still buried inside me. I wrap my arms around his neck and bring my mouth to his. He glides his tongue along my lips, and I openfor him. He licks inside my mouth and slides his tongue around mine as I start to move slowly above him, pleasure ricocheting through me with every rise and fall of my hips. Ben’s hands never stop moving. They glide up and down my back, over my ass and down my thighs and back up again. We are joined in every way that two people can be, and it still doesn’t feel like enough.
I break the kiss and lock eyes with Ben. His pupils are wide and dark, the same raw, naked emotion on his face that I feel deep in my soul. In this moment, I know there will never be anything for me except me and Ben and these feelings and this life. It hasn’t been that long, but two minutes or two years wouldn’t make any difference. I know it with more certainty than I have ever known anything. My heart beats with love for his man. He is my past, my present, and my future. I can’t bring myself to say the words just yet, so instead, I lean down and kiss him, pouring every ounce of love I feel into it.
Ben must sense the shift in me because he reaches up and cups the side of my face and whispers, “You’re gorgeous, Hallie girl.” Then he starts fucking into me from below, hard and deep, his eyes never leaving mine. He slips his hand between our bodies, and he rolls his thumb against my clit in a rhythm that has me seeing stars and moaning out his name over and over again. I start to move faster, meeting him thrust for thrust as I climb closer to the edge. Between his cock so deep inside me and his thumb on my clit, I am pummeled with sensation, my movements losing control as pleasure starts to take over.
“Ben, it’s so good. I’m so close,” I cry out.
“You are so tight around me,” he grunts. “I want to feel you come. Feel you squeeze my cock. Come for me, Hallie.”
His rhythm never falters, his cock hitting me in the perfect spot every time he rocks up into me. Then he pinches my clit, and I detonate, crying out his name. My orgasm rushes throughme, pleasure swamping my body. I’m still flying when Ben rolls us over, grabbing one of my legs behind my knee. Eyes locked on mine, he bucks into me fast and hard, his pelvis hitting my oversensitive clit with every thrust, shooting more pleasure through me as he takes his own.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck. You feel so good, Hallie. So mine. Fuck, I’m coming.” His hips jerk, and I feel him spill deep inside as a second release barrels through me. Legs shaking and body slick with sweat, I cry out his name again. Ben’s hips slow, riding out both of our releases. He crashes his mouth down on mine in a wet, erotic kiss that has heat pooling in my belly even though I just came twice in a row. Then he rolls us onto our sides and breaks the kiss, both of our chests heaving, and our eyes still locked.
The air is thick and heavy as we stare at each other, both of us a little stunned.
“That was…” I try. “We were…” Nope. Still nothing.
Ben leans forward, kissing my forehead and then my lips.
“I know, Hallie girl. I feel it too.” Then he wraps his arms around me and holds me close, our heartbeats returning to normal after that soul-shaking experience.
A minute or an hour later—no way to know for sure—Ben gets up and pads to the bathroom. He comes back with a warm towel that he uses to clean me up so gently that tears unexpectedly burn behind my eyes. No one has ever taken this much care with me. He tosses the towel in the hamper and lifts me up, settling me so my head is on the pillows. Ben slides in next to me, pulling my comforter over both of us. He rolls me into his arms, and I lay my head on his chest. With Ben warm and solid next to me, his hand gliding up and down my back and my ear over his heart, I drop straight into a deep, dreamless sleep.
Chapter Forty-Four
Hallie
After waking up to Ben’s head between my legs and an orgasm crashing over me before I even opened my eyes, a round of hot as shit shower sex, and another Ben-made breakfast, my boyfriend—I love saying that— sent me on my way, coffee with vanilla creamer in hand. Ben’s psychic coffee abilities have been weirding me out for weeks, but every time I bring it up, he blushes adorably and just says, “I see you, Hal,” before changing the subject.
I feel the strangest mixture of light and loose and wired tight with anxiety. Last night with Ben was one of the best of my life. Revisiting one of our favorite places as kids and then going up the Incline to look out over the city is something I will never forget. For the first time in my life, I have someone who gets me, all the way through. Who sees me and all my quirks and chaos and wants to stick around and be a part of it.
Ben sees the real me. I think he always has, and he lets me see him too. The kind, caring, and compassionate man he is. His strength and confidence and his willingness to be vulnerable with me. To tell me how he feels and listen when I tell him. It’s a gift we can give to each other. Be each other’s safe spaces with wide open hearts. A shelter in all of life’s storms.
Which is why I’m walking into my office this morning prepared to do something that is, at best, about to put me on Julie’s shit list. And at worst? Well, I’m trying not to think about that.
When I walk in the front door, Emma is in the kitchen, standing in front of the coffee maker. She turns when she hears the door close.
“Hey, Hal. How was last night?”
I may not always share every thought with my friends. But this? This I am dying to talk about. I walk into the kitchen and grab a seat at the island. “God, Em. It was amazing. Every last second of it.”
“Hallie Evans, you better not be giving Em a sexy story without me!” Molly comes barreling through the front door in a flowing sundress and wedge sandals. Her usual bags and totes hang over her arms, and she is carrying a donut box.
