Memoirs of a Wild Child (18 page)

Ben’s shallow breath in my ear told me that he was enjoying my steady caressing, but as I came closer to coming, my pace and pressure increased. Ben bucked his hips and his breath caught in his throat; he nibbled my earlobe, gently biting as I started to press down onto his fingers, faster, harder with my breath quick and shallow. I let out a loud moan and then a high-pitched cry as I let go, my chest rising and falling hard and fast. My whole body, shaking as I clenched my eyes shut and came hard, pumping my hand up and down Ben’s dick in time with the involuntary rocking of my body.

Ben’s heavy exhalations in my ear and the rise and fall of his chest against my back as I came down from my orgasm, told me he was close. The way his fingers squeezed into the flesh of my thigh told me he was coming.

I looked across at his white knuckles, gripping the edge of the bath, and took pleasure in taking him over the edge, before bringing him back down to earth.

As his breathing slowed, so did my pace and grip, before I eventually released him from my hand and slumped back against him; both of us sighing. He nuzzled my neck, making me giggle, lazily.

Once Ben gently manoeuvred me forward and got out of the bath, he turned on the shower and water fell from the ceiling. We kissed as we washed each other under the simulated rainfall before wrapping towels around ourselves and leaving the bathroom for the comfort of the bed.

I wanted to stay there; now that I knew what I was missing. I wanted it, needed him inside me, desperately, but he had booked a table for dinner, and honestly, we were both starving.

We got ready to go out and called a taxi to take us to the restaurant. We ate a beautiful meal and were treated like royalty in the quirky, Mexican restaurant that Ben chose; it turned out he worked there while he was at university.

“Cocktails.” Javier, the owner of the restaurant, called out as soon we finished our dessert. We had already had about four beers each and the same number of tequila shots, I was feeling slightly squiffy, but having so much fun that I was happy for it to continue. Two mojitos were placed on the table in front of us, and Ben wrinkled his nose.

“Javi, mojitos, really?” He wide-eyed a laughing Javier before shaking his head and grinning. I looked at him confused, and he rolled his eyes, before going on to explain. “Being the manly man that I am, I had never had a cocktail before I came to work here. Javi makes a mean mojito so one night we closed the doors for a staff party and had a few too many; they’re not as nice coming back the other way, so I haven’t been able to drink them since.”

Now it was me wrinkling my nose, and Javier held his stomach he was laughing so hard. “Poor boy was sick everywhere,”

“Yeah, including, on me.” The waitress, Lisa said as she picked up Ben’s mojito and swapped it for a beer, “I better take this off your hands, dude.” She smiled at me before walking away, sipping the refreshing drink.

Ben was right, Javi does make a mean mojito and three later, I was pretty much done. I could hardly walk straight and was declaring my love for all of the staff in the now closed restaurant.

“Come on, let’s get you to bed,” Ben said quietly into my ear as I leant against him for support. I looked at him, wondering how I was going to manage sex in this state, but adamant that I would figure it out. I leant into him and kissed him briefly, feeling that now familiar jolt of electricity between us. Yep, I would figure it out.

“Goodnight you two,” Javier called out from the door of the restaurant as he waved us off. Something about him reminded me of my dad, and I couldn’t help but wonder if Dad regretted stepping away from the restaurant. Then Ben took my hand into his lap, linking his fingers with mine, and I forgot what I was thinking about.

“Have you had a good night?” Ben asked as the taxi took us back to the hotel.

“The best,” I answered looking at him. “I’ve had a great day too.” I smiled, nudging his shoulder with mine. “You’ve set the standard now; I’m always going to expect this kind of treatment.” I grinned.

“Always,” Ben nudged me back. “Does that mean this is official then?” he asked, smiling cheekily and heat flooded my cheeks. Official, I had never been ‘official’ with anyone.

“Are you asking me to be your girlfriend, Mr Long?” I said, playfully and Ben leant in to kiss me on the temple.

“Only because it’s too soon to ask you to be my wife,” he said softly, and the conversation ended there. Not awkwardly, not in a panic, just because there was nothing more to be said; we were official, and I knew then, that we always would be.

Back at the hotel, Ben poured us both a glass of water as I put on my pyjama shorts and vest top. I knew they would be coming off before long, but I didn’t want to be presumptuous. Ben kissed me on the forehead as he put my water on the bedside table and walked around to his side of the bed. I watched him strip down to his boxer shorts before he climbed into bed and held out his arms for me to cuddle into him.

Match of the Day was on the TV but as soon as the highlights of the Manchester United game finished, Ben turned the TV off. The soft glow from the dimmed bedside light created a calm atmosphere in the room. I traced Ben’s abs with my fingers as he circled his fingertips on my shoulder. The sense of anticipation in the room was tangible, we both knew what was about to happen, but neither of us knew how to make the first move.

I’d never had a boyfriend, not a real one, so I had never had sex with feelings attached. The thought made me nervous. ‘Man up, Pip’ I told myself as I pushed my body against his, tilting my head back to find his kiss.

Ben pressed his lips to mine, and his hand came up to me cheek, stroking his thumb along my jawline to my neck. Slowly, I readjusted my body so that I was above him, never breaking our kiss until I knelt up and pulled my top up over my head and off. I leant down to kiss him again, and Ben’s hands found my waist. He pushed back and moved towards me, encouraging me onto my back as he came to rest above me, settling between my thighs. As we kissed, he rolled his hips into me, he was hard, and I gasped.

I ran my hands down Ben’s lean back and inside his boxers, finding his arse and squeezing before bringing my hands back out and starting to push his underwear down. Ben left my lips and took his kisses across my jaw and down my neck. With his hands, he pushed my arms gently up above my head before returning his kisses to my collarbone, finding my right breast with one hand while his mouth found the other.

As he drew my nipple into his mouth, circling with his tongue before sucking gently, I gasped and moaned, rocking my hips, desperate for more. Ben’s kisses continued across my ribs and down the centre of my abdomen until he stopped just above my belly button.

Sitting back on his heels, Ben looked down at me, taking all of me in and making me burn up from head to toe. The light catching the definition in his abs and biceps and making me squirm was too much. “Turn the light off,” I said, breathlessly as Ben hooked a finger into each side of my pyjama shorts and started to pull them down.

“Not a chance.” He shook his head slowly, “I want to see every single goose bump.” I lifted my arse so that he could pull my shorts off, never breaking the intense eye contact. “Every bead of sweat.” He crawled backwards as he pulled my shorts down my thighs. “Every inch your body.” Ben stood up and pulled my shorts off completely, tossing them aside as he looked down at my naked body; my arms were still above my head as I parted my thighs slightly. A low hum escaped Ben as he pushed down his shorts and let them fall. His hard cock bounced as it was freed, and I was hypnotised watching it.

Ben placed his hands on my ankles and pushed them apart slightly; I was throbbing, desperate for him. I spread my legs further as he crawled back on to the bed between them. He dipped down, kissing the inside of my knee before trailing his kissing along my inner thigh. His strong hands squeezed the backs of my thighs as my legs were pushed up and apart. Ben looked up at me, a devilish smirk on his face as he lowered it between my legs.

He placed soft kissed in the crease of my leg, before moving to the other side; my hips rolled, pushing towards him, inviting him in. I looked down and caught his upward glance as his finger found my entrance, teasing at first before sliding in easily. I was wet, ready and eager; I gasped, tossing my head to the side as he slid out and pushed two back in.

My body rocked, needing more; just as Ben’s tongue found my clit; spreading me with the fingers of his other hand while his mouth started to devour me.

“Oh god,” I moaned, he was good at this. “Don’t stop, don’t stop,” I begged breathlessly, as he nipped, sucked and flicked my clit with his tongue while working his finger in and out of me at an agonisingly slow pace.

I arched my back, pressing into him as my body started to shake. “ Yes, that’s, I’m…” I couldn’t find the words, any words, but I didn’t need them; I felt myself start to clench around his fingers, and my body jolted uncontrollably. Waves of pure, uninterrupted pleasure washed over me as I unashamedly called out in ecstasy. I was coming; harder that I ever had from oral sex, and I fucking loved every good vibration Ben was giving me.

My body dropped back to the bed; I sighed, a satisfied groan escaping me as Ben crawled up my body and looked down into my eyes. He looked like he had won a gold medal. I’ve never seen anyone so pleased with himself and in my post-orgasmic haze, it made me giggle. He buried his face into my neck, letting out a small laugh himself before kissing me there. I wanted to give him what he had given me. I wanted to take him in my mouth and make him squirm, but when Ben sat up straight between my legs, massaging the top of my inner thigh with one hand and slowly stroking his dick with the other, I knew that wasn’t happening, not this time at least.

I sat up, pressing my chest to his and tipping my head back to reach his kiss; Ben’s mouth covered mine and our tongues immediately found each other. I could taste myself on him, and it was so erotic, I needed him now more than ever.

I reached my hand down between us; he removed his hand from his dick as mine took over. I stroked my hand up and down, before using my thumb to gently spread his moisture around the tip. I felt Ben's hands reach down under my arse, and he lifted me upwards, my thighs now resting on top of his. 

I used my hands to rub the tip of his dick along my slit, coating him in my wetness before positioning him at my entrance. I slid down a little until I was secure in position, then I looked at Ben, wrapping my arms around his neck as I slid down, allowing him to fill me completely.

“Pip, wait.” Ben leant back to look me in the eyes, and I blinked at him, the feeling of him filling me driving me insane as I tried to focus on what he was saying. “I don’t have a condom on.” I raised up a little as his words resonated and I panicked for a moment, but he held my hips, gently, but firmly. “I trust you, and I hope you trust me, but it’s up to you either way.”

I looked into his eyes. They were genuine and honest, and my heart beat faster at the sight. I had only ever not used a condom by accident, and I regretted it instantly, but with Ben, I didn’t want anything to separate us. I wanted him, all of him.

I adjusted my hips slightly and leant in to kiss him, before allowing him to fill me once more. He felt perfect; he was perfect, and he was all I needed at that moment.

I gasped, and we stilled for a moment. Ben closed his eyes for just a second and then looked at me intensely, a crease forming on his forehead as he used his hands on my arse to lift me. He slid out of me, almost all the way before allowing me to plunge back down. I cried out as he filled me again, and again, and again. 

As the pace of our movements increased, Ben and I fell back down to the mattress; he was still inside me as he held his glorious body above me and took control. I arched my back from the bed as he thrust deep inside me, rolling his hips and making me purr with every stroke of his dick against my g-spot, his body against my clit.

Ben took my hands above my head again, this time holding them there with his as he pumped into me. I was going to come again, and soon; I wrapped my legs around Ben’s back as he supported his body weight on his elbows, picking up the pace of his thrusts into me.

“Ben…” I gasped, my breath catching in my throat and stopping me from saying anything else. He smiled briefly before his mouth crashed onto mine, devouring me. I was his, at that moment, every inch of my body was his, my mind was his, and my heart was his. He was filling me, fucking me, no, not fucking; for the first time in my life, someone was making love to me, and me to him and it was incredible.

Ben rolled his hips hard into me, and I tossed my head to the side, biting on the material of the duvet underneath me to keep from screaming his name as pleasure washed over me.

“Oh… fuck,” Ben moaned through gritted teeth as I started to clench tightly around him. He pushed back, straightening his arms and supporting his body above mine, continuing his deep, hard thrusts inside me. I brought my hands to his chest and ran my fingertips down over his nipples and onto his abs.

“Yes,” I moaned, “come with me.” I was breathless, on the edge, and begging him to send me over.

As I felt the first spurts of hot come inside me I called out, unable to muffle my sound at all as my body tingled all over. I curled my toes and brought my hand to my mouth, biting down on my knuckle as Ben rocked into me, taking me to the peak and gently back down again. I was spent; breathless and shaking as Ben stilled inside me, hanging his head, his chest rising and falling rhythmically, as he caught his breath and came down from his own high.