Page 28 of Benedict’s Rejuvenation (Dark Patriots #5)

“I know we have a lot to discuss, but for tonight, I suggest we put it aside and spend time together as couples. We’ll meet in the morning to go through what to pack, and you’ll have to find a way to get off work.

It might not be easy. Then we’ll get packed and ready for the flight over.

If you’re sure of your decision, I’ll let Sean and the others know tonight so they can update Anderson and solidify our travel plans.

Why don’t you two come here at ten tomorrow morning?

It’s more secure here than at your townhouse. ”

He did have a point. With shared walls, there was always a chance someone could hear something.

Ben and I both agreed. My sister hugged me so tightly before we left that it kind of hurt.

I kissed Beau on the cheek, while Ben hugged my sister, then traded off to shake Beau’s hand.

They said something quietly to each other, then I was hustled out to my car.

Ben insisted on driving, which was the norm when we were together.

I didn’t mind. The ride home was quiet. We were both caught up in our thoughts, but we did hold hands the entire way.

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Ben and I had arrived at my place, and by unspoken agreement, we didn’t mention the mission or my decision.

Instead, he asked me if I’d take a shower with him.

Our intimacy had progressed before he left to include a joint shower to go along with our kissing, heavy making out, and oral sex.

Ben cautioned me that he wasn’t pushing for more last weekend.

I was anxious to take it further and find out how I’d react, but I hadn’t pushed or said anything to Ben. Tonight, I planned to bring it up.

There was no way I’d go on this mission and not know what it was like to have sex with him.

Not to be morbid or to assume the worst, but I refused to die without knowing what it was like to have sex with Benedict Madris.

My attraction and feelings for him were off the charts, plus I refused to have Vadzim be my last sexual encounter if I died.

There had been men before I was kidnapped.

I hadn’t been a virgin when I was taken, thank God, but I wasn’t a woman who slept with countless men.

I wanted to explore fully my sexual needs and wants and to fulfill not only my desires, but Ben’s.

It might be impossible due to his greater experience, but I wanted to be the best sex he’d ever had.

We were done in the shower and had gotten into bed.

We didn’t bother with clothing. Generally, I didn’t like to sleep in them, and when he discovered I didn’t, Ben confessed that he hated wearing them to bed, too.

Our last night together, we’d gone to bed naked.

At the moment, I was on my side, facing him. Ben was staring at me.

“Hummingbird, I missed you so damn much this week. I hated that I couldn’t call like I wanted and had to spend my nights without you. Give me your mouth. I need another taste of those sweet lips of yours,” he said gruffly.

I happily gave my mouth to him. He wasn’t the only one who was rather desperate in his moves. We were more aggressive in our licks, bites, and sucks than we had been before. It made my heart race more and my pussy slicken faster.

It naturally led to our hands moving and exploring each other’s bodies.

I never got tired of touching his skin and feeling the contours of his muscles on his chest, and the happy hair trail tickled my palms. I loved when I could rub my body against his.

The difference between his smooth muscles and the coarser hair stimulated my nerve endings.

I especially liked to have his hair scrape over my nipples.

It was even more true when his facial scruff was abrading my tits or between my legs.

We got into a slight tussle when I wanted to kiss and lick his tats and make my way down his body to his cock, and Ben wanted to do the same to my tits and pussy. It led to us wrestling and a lot of laughing and squealing. The squealing was me, as we mockingly fought each other.

By the time it ended, I was panting not only from the effort but from how high he’d driven my desire.

I was soaked and my nipples ached as my pussy throbbed and wept, wanting him.

I watched Ben begin to slide down my body.

I knew what he was about to do. He was returning to eating my pussy.

We’d both gotten time to pleasure each other that way, only it was too brief.

I grabbed his shoulder, Ben’s head came up, and he gave me a concerned look. “What’s wrong, Kensy? Are you alright?” he asked.

I rubbed my palm along his scruff-covered jaw, then, as I answered him, I slowly ran my hand further down his body.

“I want to ask you something. And I need you to know that it’s okay for you to say no, but I still have to ask.”

“You can ask me anything. I can’t imagine what you’d think I’d say no to. Ask me, Hummingbird.”

My hand was on his stomach. As I answered, I moved it further south to capture his erect, precum-slick cock. He grunted. The heat in his eyes told me how turned on he was, as if his cock didn’t.

“I don’t want you to eat my pussy, or at least not now.

And the same goes for me sucking your cock.

What I want is to ask if you’ll take this thick, long, sexy cock of yours and slide it into my pussy.

I want to know if you’ll have full-on sex with me, Ben.

I want, no, I need to know what it feels like to have you inside of me.

I’m tired of waiting and letting nerves dictate for us. ”

His cock jerked in my hand, so I began slowly pumping it.

He groaned, then answered me. “Baby, I would love nothing more than to have sex with you. The idea of feeling your pussy snug around my cock and the two of us coming to completion together makes me wild. To have my cum inside of you is a dream come true. I never want to deny you, baby. I just need you to be sure you’re ready for it.

Don’t let anything force you to do it before you’re ready. Nerves are to be expected.”

“I’ve wanted it before tonight. I held back asking you last weekend.

I appreciate how slow you’ve taken things.

However, I don’t want that tonight. I want all of you.

I need you to teach me what brings you the most pleasure.

I know you like your cock sucked, but what else?

I want to know I’m giving you everything you dream of. ” I wondered what he’d think of that.

“Then my answer is, hell yeah. And know that I want to be all those things to you. Now, before we get lost in the bliss, are you alright with me not using a condom? I know you’re protected from pregnancy.

Not only have I not been with anyone since I laid eyes on you, but I was tested to make sure I was safe.

I wanted to be prepared when, or if, you said yes to me,” he confessed with a smoldering smirk.

“Yes, do it. And I’m clear, too. It was one of the first things I did. I don’t want to feel latex or anything else between us, decreasing our pleasure,” I quickly agreed.

I thanked God every day that I’d been on shots and had just gotten one before I was taken. When that popped into my head, I pushed it away. This night was about me and Ben. There was no room for anyone else in this bed. I tightened my grip on his cock and stroked again. He moaned.

“Stop. I don’t want to come too fast. Tell me how you’d like to do this. What position? Or do you want more foreplay first?”

I felt I’d had more than enough foreplay. I was eager to get to the main event. As for a position, I didn’t have a favorite.

“I don’t need more play. As for a position, I don’t care. What do you like? Is there one you love the most?” I asked him.

“There are a few that are favorites, but for our first time, I need to be able to see your gorgeous face as I take you. And you know the rules. If you want me to slow down or stop, simply say so. Don’t push it if you know you want to stop.”

“I won’t. So, missionary or riding you like a cowgirl?” I asked as I winked at him.

Ben chuckled, then paused as he thought. When he answered me, he was grinning.

“I want you riding me, but don’t be surprised if I switch it to missionary or who knows. If you’re ready, let’s start. Because I may die if we don’t.” He groaned, and his cock flexed in my hand.

To drive him a tad crazier, I stroked his cock from base to tip twice. Ben growled, and then I was tossed lightly away from him. He moved so that he was lying on his back with his shoulders and head supported by the headboard.

Not wasting time, I scrambled kind of ungainly to straddle him.

I sat myself on his upper thighs and took a moment to drink in the sight of him, before I lifted up and forward.

His cock was standing at attention as if waiting for me.

Ben reached down to stabilize it for me.

I planted my palms on his pecs. He teased the head along my slick folds, causing me to moan and shudder at the sensation.

Next, he pressed the head against my opening, but he didn’t invade. He waited for me.

Watching his face, I slowly pressed down on him.

His cock slipped inside an inch. I paused to moan and enjoy the stretch of it.

Yes, I would likely be sore tomorrow, but I didn’t care.

It would be because I had let the man I loved inside of me.

Yeah, I loved Ben, though I hadn’t gotten up the courage to tell him.

His hands were on my hips, holding me. The tension on his face grew. I knew it took restraint not to take over. I circled my hips and sank another inch. He let a rumble vibrate through his chest.

“Ben, baby. Oh, damn,” I whimpered.

“What?” he asked huskily.