Page 18 of Kiss Me Again

"I can see there's something on your mind right now," he says, and I say nothing, smiling even wider out of shame. "Are you ready for another lesson?"

My legs involuntarily scissor at his words. I only nod in response.

"Are you not going to talk to me now?" He raises an eyebrow with a smirk.

I start laughing. "I don't know...it's just..."

"Weird?" He ends my sentence for me.

"Yeah, but in a good way," I agree. "Weirdly, it isn't...weird, you know?"

"Like you thought it would be"—he takes the corner of the sheet and starts slowly pulling it down, exposing my body—"but it's not."

"Exactly." I'm glad he feels the same way as I do. "I thought that if this ever happened, I wouldn't be able to look you in the eyes anymore."

I don't know why I said it. The words just came out of my mouth. It's true, but I can’t understand why I'm telling Ben everything on my mind right now.

"Well, I..." He lowers his gaze to my body. "I honestly can't look into your eyes right now."

I laugh at his words, noticing how easy it is to talk to him and how relaxed I feel when I'm with him. As if all that tension that was between us for all these months has disappeared somehow, even though I thought it would be even more awkward if we ever kissed again.

"The way you came last night—" He chuckles, a mischievous smile appearing on his face as he thinks about yesterday. "It was amazing, princess." He leans closer, looking into my eyes. "But that was by no means enough for me."

As Ben speaks, his hands travel over my body, starting with my stomach. When they get to the waistband of my panties, they stop next to my mound.

I hold my breath, unable to smile any longer. My body is tensed again, but not because I feel uncomfortable or anything. It's because I feel...

Aroused. I can't believe it. This man, in one night, turned me from a person who thought I was incapable of orgasm into a girl who is turned on after a couple of touches, ready to explode.

Maybe the problem wasn't with me or any of the guys I dated. Maybe the problem was that I can only be aroused by one person: Ben.

"You have very sexy lingerie." His voice is hoarse, and he’s not smiling any more.

I'm glad I chose this sexy pink lace lingerie; they’re the sexiest I have, and I rarely wear them. But our pipes broke, and there was no water to do the laundry, so I had to wear the set I keep for a special occasion.

I must buy more sexy underwear since our 'lessons' have just started.

"But even more, I'm interested in what's underneath this lace," he adds, pulling down the strap of my bra and leaning in for a kiss.

As we kiss, he helps me take off my bra and then my panties, slowly covering my neck and collarbones with kisses. My body starts wiggling in his arms from how good it feels to be kissed by him, touched by him, treasured by him...

"Fuck, your breasts look even more stunning than I imagined," he groans and leans to one of my nipples to take it into his mouth. It feels amazing. I close my eyes.

What did he say? He’s...imagined me naked before?

"You..imagined me?" The question slips out of my lips without thinking, and I bite my tongue.

What is wrong with me today? Why can't I keep my mouth shut?

"Oh, you have no idea how many times," he chuckles in response, biting my nipple lightly, which gives me another wave of shivers.

I shudder, melting in his arms, and I know that it's not just because of his touches; it's because of everything he says to me.

"Every time I jerked off as a teen, I was thinking about you," he continues, spreading my legs wider and moving between them.

He's still dressed in a T-shirt and boxers while I am fully naked, lying in front of him in the morning light.

"Oh, that's so good," I say when he sucks my nipple hard into his mouth.

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