Love Is Overdue (8 page)

I felt him sigh softly as I
pulled away. “That was nice...” His voice was barely more than a
whisper.

“
Sorry, you
just...” I lifted my eyes up to meet his, “smell so
good...”

He smiled, but just barely.
“So do you...” And then I felt his hands on my hips, moving up
slowly until they rested in the dip of my waist.

“
I’m not drunk
anymore,” I heard myself say softly.

Ben’s eyes were on my
breasts, which were suddenly rising and falling ever so slightly
with every breath I took. “Damn...” He let his breath out then as
his hands tightened their grip around my waist. “You are so
beautiful...”

The words escaped him only
seconds before his lips brushed against mine, and we began kissing
so deeply. This time, though, as he kissed me my whole body just
opened to him and I felt him press up against me, his hands as they
reached lower, holding my hips and then slipping around me,
gripping my ass until I was suddenly propped up on the table, my
legs spreading apart, and him – all of him – pushing up against me
in all the right places. I was immediately on fire and I heard
myself moan so softly as his lips moved to my neck and his warm
tongue started to make my skin tremble.

“
Oh shit...” I
gasped as his hands squeezed my breasts, the thin fabric of my
halter-dress only the tiniest of barriers, as I felt my nipples get
hard under the palms of his hands.

He pulled back then, just
slightly, his eyes running like liquid down my body. He squeezed my
thighs. “I want you.” His voice was so soft, but undeniably
serious.

He ran his hands over my
shoulders, dropping the crocheted shrug I had on to the table,
exposing my bare arms. I felt a slight chill before his mouth began
taking over for his hands and his lips started trailing kisses all
over my shoulder. His hand was running around my neck to the knot
that was holding up my dress. But he hesitated, teasing the strap
with his fingers as his face pulled back again.

His other hand moved back
over my breasts then, tracing my cleavage with his fingers, just
staring me down. He leaned forward and ever-so-gently ran his
tongue over the swell of my breasts, his fingers still lingering on
the strap of my dress. Waiting.

I moaned softly. “That feels
good...” I whispered, his tongue making my skin tingle with
pleasure.

“
Shit, baby.” He
pulled back suddenly, his hands back exploring my body through the
thin fabric of my dress. “If this ain’t happening, you gotta tell
me now,” he said then, sounding so very serious.

I licked my lips, his words
sending a rush of blood through my veins. I didn’t want him to stop
but his words also sent me a quick reality-check. He was right. If
I wasn’t going to do this, I had to stop him now.

“
I don’t want to
stop, but...” My voice trailed off, though, as his kiss took over
and my mouth was overcome by his own once again. This was getting
so out of control...

“
Maybe we should
slow down,” I whispered, my reluctance apparent as I just went
right on kissing him.

“
It’s okay...” he
said softly, pushing the hair from my face gently, which just made
me want him even more.

I reached out and touched
his face then, kissing him again, tugging on those gorgeous lips.
“What kind of girl would I be if I let you fuck me the very first
night?” I wondered aloud.

He didn’t say anything to
that, though. He was still staring at my body, his hands massaging
my hips and my thighs, steering dangerously close to where I wanted
to feel his touch the most. Where I was already so wet and ready
for him.

“
Baby, you have
no idea what you doin’ to me,” he said softly. “Am not about to let
you go...” His mouth and his breath were sending shivers across my
neck and my jaw. “I don’t have to fuck you to know
that.”

“
Hmmm...” I
sighed softly, wrapping my arms around him tightly. “I’m glad you
don’t think I’m just a bad tease,” I joked softly.

He laughed softly, pulling
back reluctantly. “I didn’t say that...”

My eyes went wide. “Wow...”
I smiled at that. “That was mean.”

“
No,” he said
then, kissing me again gently as he held my hips, easing me down
off the table. “Mean is how you sending me home tonight...all alone
and hard as fuck after having my hands all over this sexy body you
got.”

His words made me just want
to rip all his clothes off, but I caught my breath and resisted.
“Now you just making me feel bad,” I said softly, gathering up my
cardigan and slowly slipping it back over my shoulders. “But at
least you’re honest,” I threw in teasingly.

He stepped back and just
gave me this intense look of longing, but as frustrated as he
looked, there was no resentment there, and it just made me want him
even more. Where did this man come from???

Then just like that, my
phone went off. Text message. It seemed to surprise both of us and
made me realize for the first time that Ben had not touched his
phone all night.

“
Shit...” I
reached for my bag and pulled out my phone, knowing right away who
it was. My phone said it was a few minutes to three. I opened the
message, read it, and then let out a reluctant sigh. “Sorry,” I
said softly, clicking it off again.

“
Everything
okay?” Ben looked concerned.

“
Yes, it’s
just...my aunt,” I admitted. “Since I was going out tonight I asked
her to spend the night in case my mom needed someone and she just
texted to see where I was. I think she’d prefer to go home
instead.”

“
That’s okay,”
Ben said, reaching out and pushing my hair behind my ear. “I can
call you a cab.”

“
You’re not going
home?” I was confused. I knew we lived in the same
direction.

“
Yeah, but I’m
just gonna clean up first and ting,” he told me, getting out his
phone from his back pocket. “You should get home, you don’t wanna
piss off your aunt, ‘cause we may want to do this again sometime.”
He started to dial.

I smiled and waited for him
to finish. “I had a really good time,” I said then, even though the
truth went far beyond that simple statement.

He leaned over and kissed me
softly. “You and me both.”

He waited with me outside
the restaurant for my cab to pull up and then handed me a twenty
dollar bill for the cab fare, even knowing I only lived a short
ride away.

I shook my head. “Nope, I
got this,” I said adamantly.

He sucked his teeth, giving
me a little suspicious look, but didn’t push. “You always this
stubborn?” he wondered, pocketing the bill again.

I laughed. “Yes, I can be,”
I admitted, reaching for the door to the cab.

He sighed. “All right,
well...text me when you get home.”

I leaned in and kissed him
softly but as I moved to pull back he held my face between his
hands and kissed me deeper.

“
Fuck...” He
groaned softly as he finally released me, his sexual frustration
apparent yet again. “You too much, Gabriela...”

I smiled at him then, my
eyes betraying me. I wondered if he could see how badly I wanted
him without me saying a word. I held my tongue and just climbed
into the back seat of the cab. My head was spinning the entire way
home.

Ω

I was true to
my word and sent Ben a text message the minute I got into my
bedroom. My aunt had decided to head home, worrying about leaving
my two teenage cousins in an empty house all night long. Lately
she’d been mumbling about her issues with Diego, her seventeen year
old, who was constantly out partying and drinking all hours of the
night. I had a feeling it wouldn’t be easy convincing her to spend
the night again any time soon.

I climbed into bed in my
t-shirt and panties and as soon as my head hit the pillow I heard
my phone vibrate on the night stand.

beautiful. Sleep well.>

His message made my insides
turn and flip and drip all over again. That night as I lay in bed,
I reached down between my legs and touched myself where I wanted
Ben’s hands, fingers, mouth and cock so bad I could have screamed.
I came so hard and so fast, stifling my moans as best I could with
my pillow, but truthfully, that night I couldn’t have cared less if
my mother had heard every agonizing second of it.

Chapter
Four

Ben consumed my every
thought from that day on. We texted each other that weekend a lot,
but we didn’t see each other. I spent Saturday with my mom, running
errands and doing housework, and on Sunday afternoon Tony had
already roped me into going to the mall with him to buy some new
jeans. I sent Ben a text joking that he should come join us, that
Tony had excellent fashion sense and his response to that cracked
me up immediately.

<
If I was interested in
another man dressing me I probably wouldn’t be wasting all this
time textin your sexy ass.>

And
then he went on to tell me that he was taking his daughter Sophie
to the park and then spending the rest of his day off sleeping, but
I was more than welcome to come join him in bed. I rolled
m
y eyes, but was still amused at
his suggestive response. He was such a man...

<
Call me
tonight>
, I texted him just
before I headed out the door to meet Tony. I prayed he
would.

Ω

“
Girl, what did you do to your hair?” Tony gave me a suspicious
grimace as soon as I walked into Starbucks to meet him.

I rolled my eyes. “What are
you talking about?” I sighed, sinking down onto the seat across the
table from him and tossing my purse down next to me. “I didn’t do
anything to my hair,” I shot back, taking a long sip of my chai-tea
latté.

“
There’s
something different about you,” he said, eyeing me up and down, not
letting it go.

“
Maybe that’s
because I met a man and it took all my strength not to fuck his
brains out Friday night,” I groaned, still secretly wishing I had.
“So I guess it’s taken a toll...”

Tony’s jaw nearly hit the
floor. “What the fuck?” He made a dive for his iPhone. “He on your
facebook?”

I hesitated. “Why? What are
you doing?”

“
Checking him
out. What’s his name?”

“
I’m not telling
you that. I don’t trust you. He’s too amazing and I know you would
do something stupid like send him a message.”

Tony rolled his eyes. “Stop
the fuckin’ dramatics. What’s his name?”

I sighed. “Ben,” I gave in
easily, and then waited briefly as he madly searched through my
contacts until he’d located his profile.

His eyes popped open again.
“You craving some more black dick, I guess... He’s fine, though,
even though I can’t see much from his pic...” He squinted into the
screen of his phone again.

“
He
owns
The Rock
, that Caribbean joint next to my work,” I
explained.

“
Oh snap – you
serious? My aunty took me there last month. The food is da bomb –
even though I try to steer clear of those island restaurants...
Always lookin’ at me like they ready to fag-bash me as soon as I
hit the men’s room...” He let out a little dramatic shudder at the
thought.

I shook my head. “Tony, he
is so amazing...and he’s so sweet and so smart and so gentle
and...” My voice trailed off, completely lost in my thoughts again.
“He’s so different too. I told him all about me and you – he didn’t
even bat an eye.”

He lowered his eyes at me.
“You told him about me?”

“
Yes,” I
insisted.

And then I just lost it and
told him every last detail – from how we met, to all the youtube
videos, and then everything from that amazing date we’d had,
including the panty-wetting make-out session on top of the
table.

He listened to me go on and
on for over twenty minutes and when I was finally finished I
decided to forgive him for ignoring me for over a month. He had let
me have my moment.

“
Why the fuck
didn’t you give it up?” He looked a little shocked once I had
finished my story. “I mean, in a way I’m glad you didn’t, but you
haven’t had any dick in what? Six months or some shit...” He shook
his head.

I sighed. “He just seemed
too good to be true, to be honest. I fell so hard, I didn’t want to
wake up the next morning just waiting and praying for him to call
me – I really can’t go down that road again.”

He sighed. “Well, I’m proud
of you. You don’t deserve any more bullshit, like people
disrespectin’ your moms and shit like that...”

My eyes went wide. “You
wouldn’t believe it!” I said suddenly, remembering. “She made tea
this morning! I woke up and raced to the kitchen, I was hearing all
this noise like she used to make in the middle of the night a few
years ago when she was having all that fucking insomnia – I almost
had a heart attack! And she was just sitting there at the
table...drinking some fucking tea, Tony...”