Page 47 of Storm in a Teacup (Love in Edinburgh #3)

Linny

I cannot believe I tried to say no to this man. I love this man.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m terrified—so worried that we have both been swept up in the excitement of it all.

Swept up in the rush of feelings a new love can bring.

However, at the same time, I am so confident in my feelings for him and his feelings for me that all that worry and terror is washed away.

My heart can hold him. I know this because it has been holding him for a while.

So right now, I put all my focus on him.

Ben backs me into my flat and kicks the front door closed with his foot. Without taking his lips off mine, he reaches behind us to lock it shut. He keeps walking me backward until we hit a wall. Once I hit that wall, I drop my glasses on the mail table to be retrieved much, much later.

“I missed you so much,” I get out between kisses.

The noise he makes is nothing short of elated. “It hasn’t even been a week.” His leg slips between my thighs, pinning me in place.

“It’s like I was going through Ben-withdrawal. I want to see you every day. I need to talk to you every day. I can never get enough of you, Benny.”

He finds the strip of skin between the bottom of my shirt and the top of my pants, pushing my shirt higher so he can grasp at my bare waist. “I can never get enough of you, either. I missed you like hell, Lin. Let’s never pretend we’re not in love with each other again. Deal?”

“Deal.”

Once his lips cover mine again, his hand trails down, dipping beneath the waistband of my sweats and over my underwear. He groans into my mouth, feeling how wet I already am through the cotton. He strokes me over the fabric, causing my toes to curl on the ground.

His mouth separates from mine, giving me room to say, “I’ve been thinking.”

“Fuck, that’s sexy,” he says, lips frantically moving over my jaw.

“I want you to fuck me.”

He pauses, drawing back to look at me, fingers now moving in slow circles over my clit and pure lust in his eyes. “Like, with my fingers, or have you a toy for me to use?”

“No,” I say, hand trailing down his stomach until I meet the stiffening cock pushing through his trousers. I stroke him over the fabric, a deep whimper emanating from his throat. “You. I just want you.”

I do. I’ve been thinking about it a lot. It’s another thing I’ve refrained from due to fear as opposed to true opposition.

His throat bobbles. “Lin, you know I don’t need that.”

“I know, but I want to. Really.”

“Are you sure?” His hand pauses, forcing me to shift against it for more friction. He restarts, much to my relief.

“Never ever has a man wanted to talk me out of this. Yes! I want to. I would still very much like to use protection, but I’m willing to risk it. If you are.”

“Aye, sugar. I am.” He takes his hand away to scoop me up with a small grunt. I wrap my legs around him as he carries me to my bedroom, dropping me down on the bed. He then shuts my bedroom door. “Oscar Wilde does not need to see me defiling his mother.”

I prop myself up on my elbows. “Defiling, huh?” I scan him up and down, blurry but all him. “We are both wearing entirely too much clothing for that.”

“I can fix that.” He throws off his shirt, then bends over the bed to tug at mine.

I help him remove it, my bare chest exposed, nipples tight and pinching in the sudden cool air.

His hands find the waist of my sweats and pull them off, leaving me in only my underwear.

“You’re wearing these sexy knickers again. It’s like you knew I was coming over.”

“They are literally just cotton panties.” I loop my fingers through his belt loops, tugging him down to meet my lips.

“Fucking sexy cotton panties,” he mutters.

A terrible realization occurs to me. “Wait, I don’t have any condoms. Should we go to your place?”

He smirks above me. “I actually have one on me, but we’ll get to that.”

He backs down my body until his mouth is at my ankles. He presses a kiss there, then moves up to my calf, murmuring, “All these goddamn bruises.” His lips meet one of said bruises.

“I told you,” I say, “I have a tendency to run into things. I barrel forward with more confidence than I should have.”

“Keep the confidence. You have me at home to kiss the bruises and make them better.” He kisses at one by my knee to prove his point.

When his mouth reaches my thighs, I wriggle in desperate anticipation, nearly over this teasing.

Instead of kissing my inner thigh, he bites it, only to soothe the sting with his tongue.

My teeth sink into my lower lip. “Okay. Yes , to that,” I praise.

He fixes me with a cheeky grin. “You liked that? Tell me where you want my mouth next.”

Using one finger, I point to a spot on my other thigh.

He bites, then soothes again with his tongue, sending a thrill through me.

I move upward, touching my upper thigh close to my hip.

He follows with those wicked teeth and gentle tongue, causing me to whimper.

Next, I move my finger to my clit, stroking myself over the cotton for a moment before I let Ben follow.

He does, eyes locking with mine before he gently guides his teeth over that spot, making me gasp, only to follow with a swipe of his tongue against the fabric.

He yanks off my panties, tossing them to the side, saying, “I’m buying you a pair of those in every color.”

His mouth lands on my clit again, repeating the action he did before, scraping his teeth then soothing with his tongue.

He stays on that bud of nerves, my moans growing louder and louder.

His arm travels up my body, searching for my hand, which he finds resting on my stomach.

His fingers clutch my palm as he settles in, my legs spreading wider to give him better access.

As he keeps licking, I squeeze his fingers tight enough to break a bone. He swipes that tongue just right and—

“ Fuck ,” I moan, my back bowing. I see sparkles as a flood of ecstasy rushes through me.

His mouth is still down there, but I need him to keep moving.

With my free hand, I tug on his hair to get his attention, then tap my stomach so he takes his mouth upward.

Mouth now shining with traces of my arousal, he moves to my stomach, biting then coaxing.

I draw my finger upward in between my breasts.

He lightly bites both, then proceeds to kiss both.

Finally, I drag my finger up to my mouth, tracing over my bottom lip.

He prowls up to my face, mouth meeting mine before his teeth sink into my lower lip, tugging before releasing and letting his tongue delve into my waiting mouth.

I can feel his hardness pushing through his jeans against my leg.

“Where is that condom?” I ask, voice muffled by his lips.

“You are highly impatient.” He pushes himself off me to shove a hand into the back pocket of his jeans, pulling out a wallet and handing it over. “In there, love.”

My heart attempts to find a steady beat as I ask breathlessly, “When did you put this in here? High hopes for tonight?” I dig through the wallet until my fingers trace the foil wrapper I’m after.

“I put it in there before London. I wasn’t planning anything, but wanted to be prepared for the best-case scenario.”

“Glad you’re an optimist. Take off your pants.”

He chuckles lightly as he strips down, revealing a thick erection, then kneels between my splayed legs. I open the condom wrapper and slip it on him, my eyes pleading desperately.

His hand strokes down my stomach before finding his cock. He stares at me as he pumps it once, twice, and says, “Look at that pretty cunt. Dripping and ready for me.”

“So ready for you,” I confirm heavily.

I spread my legs wider, welcoming him as he slides inside inch by inch, his arms caging me. His thrusts are slow, testing the waters, almost as if he is waiting for me to take back what I said. I won’t. This is so, so good.

“Harder, Ben,” I plead.

His head shakes above me. “I need you on your hands and knees, sugar. If I go any harder while looking you in the eye, I will come here and now. I want this to last as long as possible.”

“Okay,” I agree.

He pulls out, and I feel inexplicably empty without him inside. I shift so I’m on my knees facing away from him. Bent forward, I grab my headboard. His hands stroke over my backside, muttering, “I promise to appreciate you.”

The man is talking to my ass. It’s a good thing I love him.

His hands move down to my thighs, spreading them wider before he slips back inside fully.

His thrusts get more intense, harder, faster as his body lays over mine, one arm wrapping around my waist and the other hand meeting mine on the headboard.

Gripping me tight, he pulls me upward, my ass out and back arched as he pounds into me, holding me to him with an arm across my chest. The movement to this position alone nearly leads me straight into oblivion.

“ Fuck , sugar. I love the feeling of you on my cock. You’re going to come for me, okay?”

“Okay,” I choke out.

He continues to move inside me. I angle my head so his lips meet mine in a heavy kiss. He thrusts upward, and that is enough to send me spasming, crying out as I find that release.

“ Fucking hell,” he mutters. “I want to hear the noises you make when you come every day for the rest of my life.”

I make a sound of agreement, knowing I want him to be the cause of those noises each time.

He removes himself from me, flipping me onto my back before pulling me up so that I am straddling his bent legs.My thighs are trembling, but my body is still begging desperately for more.

“I need to see you,” he says through heavy breaths .

I nod, agreeing, still blinded by stars as I attempt to re-enter reality. Together, we guide him back inside. My hips roll against him, feeling every inch. I touch his face, hands gliding over it, learning each little bit, knowing I need to see him too, with every sense I have.