Ben (The Sherwood)

I wanted it to be because we loved each other and no other reason. I breathed into the skin of her neck; her soft scent of flowers overwhelming me, making me ache that much more for her.

“Disa,” I groaned.

“Ben, I want this,” she whispered. “I want you.”

I pressed my lips to her neck and she purred like a kitten. She was naked in my arms making wanton sounds without me even touching her. How could I resist?

I raised my head and looked at her. “Ben, touch me. Please Ben. I don’t want to wait anymore,” she begged. Her eyes searched my face, waiting for me to make the first move.

My hand snaked down over her collarbone to her chest. I rested my hand above her breast but my eyes they never left her face while my lips hovered near hers.

I let my fingers trace with agonizing slowness between her breasts, teasing her. Disa growled at me. I chuckled then kissed her sweet lips. She nibbled on my lower lip, biting gently.

She almost shot me off the bed when she reached between us and stroked me again. My eyes flew open, hers remained closed. Her palm was flat against my cock that was only semi-rigid until her touch on me.

Slowly, my eyes closed, and I let her explore me while f

eeling like my entire body was on fire. The nerves just below the surface of my skin were sparking, anticipating her next move. She slipped her hand inside my boxers and caressed me bare.

“You’re so soft,” she groaned, her hand sliding up the length of me.

“Hardly,” I ground out between my clenched teeth.

“Ben,” she said my name and I knew she was smiling. “That isn’t what I meant.”

“I know,” I replied becoming more pleasantly, uncomfortable in her hand. I brushed my lips across Disa’s. “I want you to be sure of this.”

“Ben, are you sure of this? Of us? One day are we going to get married?” She asked me.

I didn’t hesitate. “You bet your pretty ass we are.” I responded then I kissed her again and again. I wanted to consume her. Make her mine.

I had no doubts about her and I being together for the long haul. I had lost her once because of my stupidity. I wouldn’t repeat that mistake twice. “Disa, I won’t let you go again,” I warned her.

“Then make love to me,” she declared. “I want you to be my first and my last. You are everything to me Ben. I want this tonight and tomorrow and the next night too.”

“Slow down,” I whispered to her. “Just slow down.”

I was suddenly nervous. I didn’t know where to begin. I wanted to give her pleasure first because I knew the actual act of making love would hurt her the first time.

I moved away and lifted her, moving Disa into the center of the bed. I pressed kisses to her shoulder. I could feel her watching me, unsure of what I was doing. Unsure of what to do herself.

“Relax,” I explained. “You’ll enjoy this.”

I licked my lips and let the moisture on my tongue glide across her nipple as I traced circles around and around her breasts until she clutched at my head holding me to her. I could see her breath quicken. I could hear the little sounds of pleasure coming from her throat.

I let my teeth glide gently over her sensitive nipple until she was squirming. I moved down pressing my lips in a line down the middle of her belly.

“Where are you going?” She sounded breathless. I glanced up at her, halfway down her stomach just above her belly button. I winked at her.

“You’ll see,” I told her.

She rose up on her elbows watching me with a mixture of curiosity and concern. Soon she wouldn’t be concerned. Soon, Disa would be begging me to make her come.

My tongue traced circles around her belly button. I was inching my way lower, giving her time to get used to the idea that I was going to lick her where she had never been licked before and she was going to love it.

Her belly rose and fell beneath my lips as her excitement grew. Anticipation was half the fun. “Ben,” she moaned as I moved further down settling between her legs on my stomach.

“Relax, love,” I told her.