Page 43 of Beauty and the Nerd
“I’m all yours Benny, all yours,” she swore, coming as his mouth laved attention to her clit, his fingers stretching her open further.
She shivered a bit when he pulled back, his hands on the waistband of his shorts and she reached out for him. “Not yet, baby. You get your hands on me and it’s over way too fast. Especially if you want all of it this time.”
“Yes, please, Ben. Come here,” she moaned, and it deepened when he pushed his shorts completely off, letting her see all of him in return. She’d felt his length with her hand, but seeing it was something else entirely. He was perfectly put together. His tall form was well defined beneath his clothes, and his dick followed the same pattern. It wasn’t little or skinny or a toothpick as the assholes at school jerkily mocked. No…it fit him perfectly and she hoped it’d fit her too because his fingers were a tight squeeze and they were nowhere near the length or size of his dick.
“If you keep looking at me like that I’m going to end up coming right now, baby,” Ben teased her as his hand wrapped around the base of his dick, giving it a squeeze that had her clit pulsing again.
“I want you in me,” she boldly returned, smiling as he drug in a deep breath, an audible groan coming from him.
“Just a second, baby,” he said, taking a step away from her and she sat up, reaching out to stop him. “I didn’t unpack the condoms. I need to grab them.”
“You know I’m on the pill, have been forever. We don’t have to use them,” she offered, and he drug in another breath, his body shuddering a bit which made her grin.
“Are you sure? I don’t want you to be worried about an accident.”
“I’m not, especially not right now,” she promised, and he slid down to her, his body pressing against hers as he laid them out, his mouth and hands teasing and enticing her until she was so desperate she barely registered the slight sting of pain as he claimed her. “Oh Ben…yes.”
“I love you, Emmy. I love you so much,” he whispered as he took her up and over, his body bursting with his own pleasure, making them one in yet another way.
His body woke swiftly as he held her, and he groaned when she gave him a little grin, but it turned guttural when her mouth made its own discovery of his body. He couldn’t hold back as her mouth enticed his length and he shuddered against her as she smiled warmly, her lips pressing soft kisses over his face. “Fuck baby, that…there aren’t words to describe how amazing it was, but you don’t have to…”
“I wanted to, have for a while, and honestly, I loved it,” she said making his brow lift a tiny little bit. “Seeing you like that…knowing that you’re letting me see you that way, make you feel that way, it comforts a part of me deep inside. I want to know that you get just as much out of it as I do, and this helps. I still think I’m coming out ahead though. That mouth of yours as always was amazing. And just in case you’re wondering, I’m not at all jealous anymore because honestly, there wasn’t quite enough hype of your skills.”
“Is that so?” he teased, pulling her up against him, every bit of their bodies touching.
“Yeah, that was incredible and it’s really good that you’ve in. Now that I know what I’ve been missing, I think I’m goingto want it even more,” she mused, snuggling with him as their bodies cooled.
“I will never argue that one, Emmy,” he assured her, then pulled her into the bathroom for a nice soothing bath. It led them into the shower where his mouth happily discovered every inch of her before she straddled his lap as he sat on the bench in the space, the just slightly warm water flowing down over them.
Emma’s flush when his cum slipped down her thighs as they stood, made him fall deeper for her, and he teased kisses over her face as they washed one last time.
“Much as I love nothing between us, we might still want to keep the condoms handy,” he mused as they dried off, and he smiled as her brow lifted questioningly his way. “If we’re running short on time, or if your parents are around, it’d make a quicker clean up.”
“You think we’ll have it happen often enough that we’ll need them do you?”
“I sure as hell hope it does. You can always say no…”
“Shh,” she said, giving him a soft, loving smile as she slipped her finger over his lips at the seriousness on his face. “I know, Ben. I was just teasing you back. I know you’ll never push or pressure me even after this, so there’s no need to say it, to even need to think it.”
“I love you and only want what’s best for you, which means right now, us getting out of here for a bit,” Ben said moving them back into the bedroom. “If you’re not too sore after dinner, then we’ll see how the moonlight looks, but until then, I want to spend time with you. If you want to wear a bikini the entire time, I won’t argue.”
Emma laughed before slipping into one of the new ones that Emerson gave her, topping it with a beach outfit and her sandals, then headed out with him for some sunshine. They walked around the resort, settling in for a late lunch, then walked alongthe beach together. The sweat from his arm around her didn’t bother her at all, not after how close they’d gotten this morning. It felt perfect, but later that evening after dinner, perfect wasn’t even the word to describe the incredibleness of their night.
She couldn’t keep the smile off her lips in the morning, not even when Ben had to give her a kiss to head to the conference with Lyle, leaving her with Emerson.
“Do I take it that you’re now a non?” Emerson teased her as they went to go do some shopping.
“Yeah…Ben wanted it to be special, so he’d been holding me off for the last month or so. He had an amazing night planned for us with dinner and a flower bath and everything happening under the moonlight but I kind of rushed him along after breakfast yesterday. I brought that blue flower lace set and put it on, went out to tease him, and he didn’t disappoint at all. Far from it,” she admitted, a little flush in her cheeks remembering it all.
“Good, that’s how it should be. Not the whole making it perfect thing—the being right, feeling it part. I always shied away from men before Lyle because it didn’t feel right but with him, I knew probably before he did that he was my future. He thought I was playing with him at first, looking at him like a moneymaker to give me a fancy lifestyle because he was already making incredible deals at the company where he was working in Chicago. We had a fight one night while we were out because I wanted to go to a steakhouse instead of a really cheap raman shop he liked. We were in a cab, and I told the driver to take me to a different address, which happened to be a mansion, and happened to be mine. My parents died when I was three in a car accident along with my grandparents, and I was raised by my mother’s sister, who detested everything to do with wealth.
“My mom truly loved my dad, you can see that in the photos of them together, so him having money wasn’t why she was withhim, although my aunt swore she was just a gold-digger. So, since she despised wealth, I grew up poor even though I had millions in a trust fund and a mansion that I should have been raised in. My aunt refused to live there with me, so until I was eighteen and finished with school, I was stuck with her. That night though, I tossed cash to the cab driver that would cover wherever Lyle wanted to go and got out, was halfway up the stairs when Lyle barged through the front door wanting to know who I was meeting,” Emerson added, and Emma’s jaw dropped a bit in shock.
“He thought you were going to another man’s house?” she asked.
“Yeah, at least until he saw the photos of my parents on the wall because I looked a lot like my mom. He groveled when he realized that I didn’t need his money, admitted that he’d been a bit insecure wondering why someone like me would want him, and we thankfully worked it out. Everyone thinks it was all his money that started Satin Touch, but it was really the money from my trust that he helped me invest that was behind it. I also gave him the seed money for Cortland Finance. My maiden name was Bolland and Lyle named it Cortland for both of us.”
“And you don’t care that people assume he bought Satin Touch for you?” Emma asked as they slipped into a store with gorgeous semi-formal dresses in the front window.
