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CHAPTER 19

B EN

Since it’s a beautiful evening, Trina and I decide to take a walk around her neighborhood after dinner. The temperature is warm, but not humid and the air smells fresh, with occasional aromas of fragrant flowers floating on the air. Birds are chirping and children are playing in several yards as we walk.

I can’t help but notice Trina focus her attention on the laughing children whenever we encounter them. An uncomfortable twinge pinches at my heart when I think about the dreams she used to have for her future.

“Trina? Did you mean it when you told me at the fundraiser that you didn’t want a big family anymore?”

She doesn’t answer right away, and I worry I’ve upset her.

“I’m not sure it matters if I want it. Sometimes life has different plans for us. Maybe it’s not in the cards for me.”

I reach down and grab her hand to hold it, happy when she doesn’t tense or pull away.

“I don’t think that’s true. Sure, eventually time runs out, but you’re still young. Unless you’re wanting to be like that TV family that has seventeen kids. That might not be doable at this stage.”

I’m pleased when Trina laughs and some of the tension falls from her shoulders. “I definitely never wanted seventeen kids. Maybe four or five, though. Oh, and of course a smoking hot husband who’s just like the book boyfriends in our spicy book club books. He’ll only have eyes for me.” The lightheartedness as she talks about the husband part perks me up.

“Hey, that’s not fair. Those damn book boyfriends are ruining us normal guys’ chances of landing a wife.” My tone is light and teasing and she picks up on it.

“Well, you already have a wife, and you should be glad those books exist. Think of them like instruction manuals.”

We’re only a few minutes from her house now, but I like where this conversation is going, so I keep up the momentum. “So, you’d let me read some of your books? For educational purposes, of course.”

I fully expect her to say no, so I’m a bit surprised when she immediately responds. “Absolutely. I’ve got one you can start tonight. I know just the one.”

“Well, you can give it to me tonight, but it will probably have to wait until tomorrow for me to start. I’ve got big plans tonight.”

Trina turns to look at me, a glimmer in her eye. “Oh, yeah? Care to tell me about it?”

“Nope. It’s a show, not a tell. I’ll just share that this really hot, fucking gorgeous woman I know accused me of holding out on her and I have every intention of making her eat her words tonight.”

Trina grins up at me. “Then maybe we should walk faster.”

“Agreed.” We practically speed walk the last bit back to the house when something strikes me. “This book I’m gonna read, it’s not one of those sex club books or ‘why choose,’ is it? Because I have no intention of sharing you.”

She climbs up on her porch and unlocks the door, then opens it and turns to look at me, shrugging. “Guess you’ll have to read it to find out.”

* * *

TRINA

Once Ben and I are back in the house with the door locked and the alarm set, we immediately head upstairs.

“I know it’s not sexy, but I think we should talk about a few things first,” Ben says as we’re still standing in the hall.

I lean against the wall and look at him. “Okay. Go ahead.”

“I got tested for sexually transmitted illnesses at my annual physical eight months ago—I had none—and I’ve never had sex without a condom. I just figured you’d want to know that.”

“My turn. I have an IUD. I got tested at my annual GYN appointment in January and I was also negative. Plus, same here about the condoms. But eight months is a long time so?—”

“Not when you haven’t had sex in over a year, it isn’t.” Ben’s cheeks are red, his hand running through his dark, wavy hair.

“What? Are you serious?” My eyes narrow on him.

“As a heart attack,” he answers. “But I want you to be comfortable, so I can still wear a condom. If we have sex, I mean. Obviously. I’m not gonna wear one if we’re not having?—”

I grab his T-shirt and pull him toward me. “Shut up and kiss me, would you? I’m okay with no condoms if you are.”

He cages me in with a hand on each side of my head. “Fuck. Are you serious?” His eyes light up.

“As a heart attack,” I tease with a flirty lilt to my voice.

He bends down and kisses me. Nothing soft or slow about this one. His mouth is immediately hard and demanding, his hand sliding up to my neck. But then he pulls back. “I have one more thing I want to make sure we’re clear on.”

I can feel my eyes widen and my heart rate pick up. What could he possibly want to add?

“On nights we’re intimate, we sleep in the same bed. I don’t care which bedroom, but I don’t want to cheapen anything that happens between us by fucking and then going our separate ways. Deal?”

My breathing picks up, and now my heart is really racing. This one’s a much harder discussion than the condom or no condom discussion. This is more intimate, in my opinion. That scares me. But I can see in his eyes that he won’t bend on this.

“Okay. Now, can we please get naked?”

“Fuck yeah, we can. But I want to watch you undress. I’ve been dying to see your body again and I want to watch every second of those clothes coming off of you.”

God, I’m wet already, just from the anticipation of what’s coming.

Ben grabs my hand and leads me into my bedroom, then grabs the collar of his T-shirt with one hand and pulls it over his head before he moves on to his shorts and boxer briefs. I’m pretty sure my jaw drops when his cock springs free. Ben was always big, but I swear he’s gotten larger, thicker maybe, since I last saw him naked. I’m most definitely going to get up close and personal with his dick.

“Your turn, gorgeous.” Ben sits on the side of the bed, watching me expectantly.

I stare at him for a few long seconds. “You’re really just gonna sit there and… watch?”

“Fuck yes, I am. I don’t think I can express to you how sexy you are with clothes on, and I don’t want to miss seeing a single square inch of your body as you reveal it. Now please, take your clothes off, beautiful. I want nothing more than to get my hands and mouth all over you, but I’ll wait.”

When did Ben Donley get so fucking patient? Ten years ago, clothes flew everywhere whenever we had sex. Now the man is patient enough to wait for me to strip bare for him while he watches. I guess here goes nothing.

I slide my shorts off and kick them to the side. Thank God I’m wearing some cute lilac-colored panties and a matching bra today. Ben watches every move of my hands like he’s truly afraid to miss something. I grab the hem of my tank top and count to three in my head before pulling it off.

Ben’s eyes dilate and his breathing becomes shallower. The way he watches me, never taking his eyes off my body when I’m down to my panties and bra, is empowering. I take two steps closer to him now and only a few feet separate us.

I reach back and unhook my bra, then let it fall off my shoulders and to the floor, freeing my moderate sized breasts.

“Fuck me, you’re so goddamn stunning,” Ben says, looking into my eyes now. He runs his tongue over his lower lip and I’m dying to have that tongue on my body again. “Panties, now, babe.”

I listen and when my panties drop between my legs and I step out of them, Ben stands and backs me up to the wall nearest me. He presses his body against mine and I swear my curves melt into him as his rock-hard cock pushes against my low belly, his defined chest muscles brushing against my aching nipples.

“I’m gonna worship every part of your body tonight, so I hope you’re ready for me.”

“I am,” I pant out.

Ben’s mouth finds mine but only lingers there a moment before he bends slightly and takes one of my tight nipples in his mouth while cupping my other breast in his hand. As he sucks on the sensitive peak of flesh and swirls his tongue around it, he pinches my other nipple, and it immediately sends a jolt of excitement between my legs.

As he continues to work my nipples with his mouth, alternating between my breasts and occasionally biting down just hard enough to shoot pleasure through my body, he slides a hand between my legs. I swear I become even more soaked when he groans as he feels how wet I am. It’s mere seconds until he slips two fingers into my aching pussy then pumps in and out several times before pulling his mouth from my breast and dropping to his knees in front of me.

“God, Trina, your pussy is fucking perfect.”

I’m not sure what I expected him to do, but it wasn’t to fuck me with his fingers while he watched from eye level. I can’t stop myself from watching his face, hooded eyes, biting his lower lip as his fingers push in and out of me.

When I’m so close I think I’m going to die if I don’t come, Ben leans in and flicks my clit with his tongue while he continues to finger fuck me.

“Oh, God. Yes, do more of that. Please.” Bursts of pleasure radiate through my body as my lower half shakes uncontrollably through my orgasm. Ben reaches one hand behind me to hold on to my ass, keeping me pressed against his amazing fucking tongue.

When he stands, I assume he’ll finally fuck me with that cock I’m dying to get inside of me, but he turns me to face the wall and nestles his cock between my legs. The front of his body presses against the back of mine and I love it.

I’ve barely come down from my orgasm and he’s got one hand slid between us, cupping my breast again and lazily flicking my nipple with his thumb. His other hand slips between my legs once again. He expertly strokes between my legs, avoiding my clit, which is so sensitive right now I’m sure it will kill me if he touches it.

He puts his mouth right next to my ear and begins talking to me in hushed tones. “Now that we’ve taken some of the initial tension away, I’m gonna tell you what happens next. Okay, baby?”

“Mm hmm,” I mumble, struggling to focus on all the places his body is touching mine.

“I’m gonna play with your perfect tits and that delicious pussy of yours for a bit. Kind of like I’m doing now, but when I know you’re ready, I’m gonna touch your clit again and make you come one more time for?—”

“I can’t, Ben. It’s too sensitive.”

“You can, babe. I’m giving it a break, but then I know you can. And you will and it’s going to feel so amazing for us both. You with me so far?”

“Yes, I’ll try. But I want your cock in me,” I whine.

“My cock will most definitely be in you, I promise. But you’re gonna give me one more orgasm before we do that.” I whimper as Ben moves closer to my clit, flicking my nipple just a hint faster than a few seconds ago. “When you come for me again, I’m gonna turn you around and you're going to wrap those gorgeous legs around me. Then I’m gonna fuck you so hard against this wall that we’ll both see stars.”

“Yes, please. Do that now.”

“Not yet”—he pauses his words and kisses me on my hair next to my ear—“but as soon as you come for me again.”

Then, with that, he’s touching my clit, rubbing fast little circles over it and alternating the pressure until I’m writhing. I need to come now. No matter how sensitive my clit is.

“I can’t wait to fuck you, Trina. God, it’s been so long, and I’ve missed everything about you.”

“I’m so close. Tell… tell me more of what you remember about me, what I like. Please. God, I need to come. Please tell me more.”

“I remember that when you really need to come and are having trouble letting go, you love this.” He pinches my nipple so hard that my body explodes as pleasure, augmented by just a hint of the pain from the pinch, absolutely roars through my body. I didn’t think it was possible, but I swear this second orgasm lasts even longer than the first.

“God, babe,” he says as he cups my pussy and my breast. “You’re always so beautiful, but this—when you can let go of that control for a minute and let yourself feel the pleasure—you’re so damn radiant with this look on your face.”

Like he knows exactly when I’m ready, he turns me around to face him, my body desperately needing the wall and him for support after all the pleasure he’s wrung from me. He kisses my mouth so reverently that I feel absolutely worshipped.

But I want more.

“Now. Please. Fuck. Me.” I’m panting and I’m pleading and right now, I’m not above any of it.

I’m not sure Ben can truly lift me and hold me up. I’m not a little woman. But the thought barely registers before he has his hands on my ass and does just that. I wrap my legs around his waist.

Without making me wait, he slides his cock into my drenched, throbbing pussy and fills me so amazingly. He’s slow and methodical at first.

“Faster,” I order.

Ben just chuckles in response.“I can’t yet. You’ve already got me too close, just from your tight pussy clenched around me. I need a minute or I’m gonna finish so fast it’ll be humiliating.”

He continues his measured pace and, sure enough, after a few minutes, my body seems fueled to erupt again. Ben’s cock is apparently the accelerant. Hell, who am I kidding? Ben’s whole body—his hands, his mouth, his cock—light my body up.

“God, Trina. Please tell me you’re getting close because I’m trying my best to hold back, but everything in me is begging to fuck you harder.”

“Do it. I’m right there, too.”

Without further delay, Ben somehow holds me up effortlessly and fucks me as if our lives depend on it until we both explode within seconds of each other. Our mutual orgasms are so hot I’m positive they’ll melt us into puddles of satisfied pleasure.

Moments later, we’re both deliciously spent, and I try to wiggle down from Ben’s hold.

“Uh uh. Not yet.”

The man carries me to the bathroom, sets me down on the edge of the tub, and turns on the hot water in the sink. Grabbing a washcloth off the bathroom shelf, he moistens it with warm water, then kneels before me.

“I can do that,” I tell him, a little embarrassed.

“No,” he pulls his hand away when I reach for the cloth. “You’re my wife and I’m gonna take care of you, not because you need me to, but because I want to.”

A few minutes later, we walk back to the bedroom holding hands and Ben pulls back the blankets, then turns to face me. “Do you still like to be the big spoon?”

“I-I don’t know.” I look away from him for a second then turn my gaze back to him, “I haven’t spooned with anyone since you.”

Ben stares at me for several long seconds, and without me telling him, I can see he knows that I just allowed myself to be vulnerable with him. That I opened myself up to him by letting him know I wasn’t so unaffected by him all these years, like I tried to make him think.

With utter tenderness, he places a hand on each of my cheeks and kisses my forehead. Then he pulls back and looks at me. “Well, we’ll try it, and if you don’t like it, we can adjust.”

Without making me respond, he lets me crawl into the bed and position myself, then climbs in and lies in front of me before switching off the light.

Within moments, I drift off to sleep, completely at peace.