“I’ll take her back and get some ice on that ankle. You guys enjoy the day and maybe Jenny’s ankle will be okay enough to catch the dance tonight,” Ben says.
I love the way he holds me in his arms as if I weigh nothing. I wrap my arms around his neck, feeling safe and comfortable. Maybe rolling my ankle wasn’t such a bad thing after all.
* * *
It takes a while for us to get to the cabin. He carries me as if I weigh nothing and I’m stunned by his strength. I feel so safe and protected in his arms. When we get back to the cabin, he takes me upstairs and lays me in my bed, sitting by my feet. He takes off my shoes and socks and touches my ankle.
“Does this hurt?” he asks, gently prodding at my skin.
“No, not really. Only when I put my weight on it.”
He starts to massage my ankle, moving down to my feet and it feels amazing. I close my eyes and marvel at the feel of his strong hands against my bare skin. His hands start to move up my leg, rubbing my calves and moving even further up. I shiver as his fingers tickle my thighs.
I spread my legs and smile at him.
He hesitates. “Are you sure about this?” he says.
“I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.”
My breathing quickens and my heart beats like a gong as he climbs on top of me, settling his weight between my legs. I like the heft of his weight on me, his hard-on pressing against me through his shorts. I push my hips up against it and he groans.
He kisses me hard and deep, his tongue doing a desperate dance with mine. His hands pull at my shirt, eager to get it off.
“Damn, you are beautiful,” he says. His fingers slide across the flat plain of my stomach. I can see the bump of my heart as it races. He leans over and kisses my stomach, driving me wild as his tongue leaves a trail across my skin and dips into my belly button. He doesn’t stop kissing my mid-section until he’s covered every inch. There doesn’t seem to be any hurry as he explores my body. No one will be home for hours. We have plenty of time to discover each other and I’m eager to start exploring his body as well.
He takes off my bra off next and admires my breasts. He pinches my hard nipples, sending electricity racing through me. My pussy aches with jealousy from all the attention I’m getting up top. It wants to be touched. Wetness soaks through my panties and shorts, leaving the fabric dark in the center. Ben notices and bites his bottom lip.
“Someone’s excited,” he says teasingly
I know I’m blushing a thousand shades of red. I can feel the heat in my cheeks. The way he stares at me makes me feel like the most beautiful girl in the world. Like no one else exists but the two of us. I want him so badly I can hardly keep myself contained. I want to rip his clothes off and climb on top of him, riding him like a mechanical bull at a carnival.
He puts his warm lips around my nipple and starts to suck. I can feel it in every part of my body. When his teeth touch it and he gives it a gentle bite, my clit tingles.
I moan and grind harder against him. When he pinches the nipple of my other breast, I cry out. How does that feel so good? I touch my breasts all the time when I masturbate, and it’s nothing like the effect he has on me. Not even close. It’s as if I’ve been doing it wrong this whole time.
He reaches down and pulls off my shorts and panties in one practiced motion, leaving me completely naked and spread out on my bed. He sits back and the dreamy look in his eyes is almost more than I can handle.
“Look at that perfect little pussy,” he says in a gruff voice and touches the top of it like it’s something to be cherished, a precious jewel. I shiver with anticipation as he lowers her head. His tongue reaches out and finds my clit, tracing delicate circles around it.
“Oh God,” I say, barely able to breathe. Everything in my body feels amplified, like someone turned up the volume on all of my senses. What is happening right now? I’ve heard foreplay could be fun, but this … this goes beyond anything I’ve ever experienced. If this is only foreplay, then I can only imagine what sex must be like. I’m more than eager to find out.
While Ben’s tongue works its magic, he slides a finger inside of me. I’m so wet that it glides right in. He puts a second one in and stops. He raises his head and gives me a curious look.