Page 30 of Hot n Bothered
A fter they had eaten, Ben found a market that they wandered around.
He was drawn to all the food stalls and she loved watching him trying new things.
His face would light up and he would enthusiastically talk to the stall owner about recipes.
Of course his phone was constantly out, taking pictures and videos.
She even took a few pictures of him with some fans. It was puzzling her that they seemed to know her as well and called her Belle. Each time she went to ask Ben why, he distracted her with something else.
Now they were back at the villa something else was distracting them both.
As soon as they shut the front door, they were in each other’s arms kissing hungrily. Bags were dropped on the floor as their hands moved over each other. She lifted his t-shirt over his head, throwing it behind her as they made their way to their bedroom.
“Fuck, Belle.” He groaned when she nipped his nipple, then used her tongue to sooth it.
His hands pulled her top from her, her bra quickly joined the trail of clothes they were leaving.
She shoved him back on the bed, a wicked smile on her face.
She followed him as he moved up it, straddling his waist. His hands pulled her down for another hot, heavy kiss.
They were both breathing hard when she pulled her mouth from his, moving her kisses down his neck.
That damn part purr, part growl he made when she nipped that spot at the base of his neck just set her blood on fire. Of course she had to do it again before pressing open-mouthed kissed to his chest. She pushed his hands away from her as she moved lower.
“Belle, you don’t have to.” He said as she unbuttoned his shorts, pulling them down and off with his underwear.
She threw him a grin. “Oh this is not about having to. It’s about wanting to.”
His laugh at her using his earlier words turned into a groan as she took him in her mouth. She smiled to herself, watching him twitch and react to her touch.
Stuart, her ex after Mike, while they hadn’t slept together before she caught him saying Tanya’s name as he masturbated, had insisted she did this for him.
He had demanded it quite regularly, but she didn’t mind as she found she enjoyed doing it.
She loved to see how her touch drove a man wild, she loved the feel and the taste of it.
She watched Ben carefully as she swirled her tongue around his hard cock.
She watched for his reactions, learning what he liked, what he didn’t and what he liked got repeated.
His hands tangled in her hair as he groaned her name. She loved that. Stuart had just grunted and swore. He had also held her head in place and fucked her mouth. Ben’s hands didn’t press or force anything. This was turning her on so much she was sure she would come with very few touches.
Ben’s hands suddenly gripped her head, pulling her off his cock.
“Carry on like that and I’ll come.”
“That’s the idea.” Her hand replaced her mouth and his hips jerked. “Not yet.” He growled out.
She gave a squeal of surprise when he suddenly flipped her onto her back. Grabbing her leg, he spun her so he was knelt by her hips. He made short work of removing her shorts and knickers. He teased her by trailing his fingers over her, just dipping inside her pussy.
“So wet.” He sighed. “Is that for me?”
Fuck, that husky voice was so sexy.
“Lift your hips.” He ordered.
Like she could do anything but obey him when he looked at her like that. He pushed a pillow under her arse, moving between her legs his mouth was on her before she could say anything.
She was right, all it took was a couple of sweeps of his tongue before she came. Of course that didn’t stop him. The noises he was making made it sound that he was enjoying it just as much as she was.
“Ben, stop.” She panted.
Immediately he lifted his head. She loved him so much for that, she’d always had to repeat herself with her ex’s.
“What’s wrong?” He asked concern on his face.
“I need you inside me.”
He grinned and pressed a kiss to her thigh. “Good things come to those who wait.”
“Fuck waiting. I want you now. Don’t make me beg.”
He crawled up her body, dragging his tongue over her skin. “I’d never make you beg. Not you.” He fitted himself to her entrance, pushing in deeply as he kissed her.
He held himself above her on his strong arms as he slowly fucked her. Staring into her eyes, it was like he had all the time in the world and wasn’t about to be rushed. She wrapped her legs around his hips, lifting hers in time with his.
She arched her neck as her pleasure just kept building and building.
“Ah Belle… My Belle.” He groaned pressing his mouth to it as his hips moved faster.
The pillow under her meant that the angle of his thrusts felt as though he was going in deeper.
All she could do was hold on, she dragged her nails down his back and he jerked.
It was like a change came over him and he started slamming into her hard and fast. That was all it took to set off another orgasm, this one caught her by surprise making her yelp.
Almost immediately Ben buried himself in her as deeply as he could go before collapsing, breathing hard.
“Ben.” She gasped.
He just grumbled, not moving.
“You’re heavy.”
He turned his head, pressing a kiss to her neck. “Can’t move. You killed me.” He mumbled.
“You’re killing me. Seriously, can’t breathe.”
She sighed with relief when he pulled himself off her and collapsed onto his back next to her. He turned his head, smiling at her as he still panted.
“You’re using this pillow tonight.” She said as she could feel their combined juices leaking out of her onto it.
He shook his head. “It’s yours. I’m sure of it.”
“I’m pretty certain the best boyfriend in the world wouldn’t let his girlfriend sleep on this pillow.” She teased.
“We could always swap it for one in the twins room.” He suggested with a wicked grin.
She burst out laughing. “Oh don’t tempt me.” She turned, kicking the pillow to the floor and curling into his side, laying her head on his chest.
“Hey.” She grunted when he moved out from under her. “I was comfy.”
“I’m getting you comfier.” He grumbled, moving to the bathroom.
He returned with a warm, wet cloth and gently cleaned her. Tossing it to the side he pulled her back onto his chest, wrapping his arm around her. He trailed his fingers up and down her skin and nuzzled the top of her head before giving a content sounding sigh.
Isobelle’s eyes closed. This right here was as close to bliss as she could ever get. Just the two of them laid in a comfortable satiated silence. That was something else about Ben she loved. That ability to be silent with him.
She’d always struggled with that. The way her anxiety riddled brain worked was to create an overwhelming urge to fill the silence.
Because if there was silence, then the other people there would be able to think.
If they thought, then they would realise just how messed up and wrong she was and they would no longer want to be around her.
It was a stupid thing she knew. But it’s not like her brain ever worked with logic. So it always took her a long time to be quiet with people. Darren was a given, being her brother and for the longest time the only one who really knew her.
She was now quiet with the group, but even with them it took well over a year to get to that point. The first time it had happened Darren had laughed so hard because they all asked him if she was alright, worried they might’ve upset her somehow.
But it wasn’t like that with Ben. She remembered the first time they’d actually been alone together. She’d only known him for five months. It was Darren’s birthday and the party at Ben’s house had gotten too loud for her so she’d slipped out into the garden.
She’d been sat out on the deck enjoying the warm night air.
“Water, tea or beer?” Ben had asked from behind her.
“Huh?” She turned to look at him.
“Water?” He held up a glass of water in one hand. “Tea?” He held up the mug in his other. “Or beer?” He turned to show a beer bottle in his back pocket making her laugh.
“Ooh a tea please. Thank you.” She said when he passed it to her. “I’m sorry for being out here.” She started, but he just waved his hand sitting down next to her.
“Don’t apologise. Darren said sometimes you need quiet. You can come out here whenever you need it.”
“Thank you.”
She’d taken a drink of her tea as he’d just leant back on his hand and sipped on the beer. It was only when she’d finished the tea that she realised that neither of them had said a word and it was perfectly comfortable.