Marx Girl

He smiles as he wraps his arms around me. “Hello, my beautiful girl,” he whispers as he kisses my lips. “Playing hide and seek in here, are you?”

I smile up at him like a lovesick groupie. I really should try and play hard to get a little. “How was you day?” I whisper as I run my hands up his back and over his muscular shoulders.

“Well, I wasn’t with you, so it was long.” He wraps his arms around me and holds me tight before he lifts me off the floor. I giggle at his strength.

“Can I see you tonight?” he whispers as he kisses me again.

I smile goofily. “Yes.”

He kisses me again and I feel a flutter in my stomach.

“I’ll go back and pick up my things after here and then come over. I need to work early tomorrow morning.”

“Okay.”

We stare at each other, and I run my fingers through his two-day growth. “Ben,” I whisper.

“Yes?” he replies as he watches me intently.

“I’m glad you came back for me.”

He smiles, and it’s the most magical smile I think he has ever given me. He kisses me again. “Not as glad as I am, Didge.” His hand roams down to my behind and slides up underneath my skirt, where he grabs my bare skin.

He bends to whisper in my ear. “Now go back out there or else you’re going to get yourself fucked on your hands and knees on your mother’s floor.”

I swipe my tongue through his open mouth as my arousal starts to thump. “Let’s go home now. You can fuck me on my floor,” I breathe. That does sound really good.

His eyes darken. “Don’t tempt me.” He pulls from my grip and opens the door, gesturing for me to go out.

“You go first,” I whisper.

He points to his dick. “Small problem.”

I look down to see his huge erection in his jeans and I giggle. “That thing is anything but small.”

He rolls his eyes and pushes me out of the bedroom, closing the door behind me. I straighten my dress and square my shoulders. Right. Let’s get through dinner before I can start thinking about dessert.

The buzzer rings and I go to the security system. Ben’s strong face is on the screen.

I left Mum’s an hour ago and Ben was just going to go and grab his things then come straight over.

He knocks on the door and I open it. “Took your time.” I tap my watch three times.

He smiles sexily and his eyes glow in excitement. “Good things come to those who wait.”

He has this boyish charm about him tonight and I smile broadly. “What’s that cute face for?” I ask.

He walks in and throws his bag on the floor before he takes me in his arms. He kisses me softly. “Cute face?”

“Yes, that’s a cute, excited face.” I reach up and cup his cheek in my hand. I’ve been itching to touch him all night.

He smiles. “Well…” He kisses me again. “After way too long without you, I’m finally here with you.” His hand slides down to my behind. “And I find you wearing this sexy little number to greet me and drive me wild.”

I bought this today on the way home from work. It’s a white satin nightdress with spaghetti straps, and it hugs me in all the right places. I knew he would love it, hence why I bought it. “You like?” I whisper against his lips.

He squeezes my behind. “I love,” he breathes.

I run my hand up over his broad chest and I feel everything inside me tingle.

His dark eyes drop to my lips. My eyes search his and I wrap my arms around him. In return, he holds me tight. We stay in each other’s arms for an extended time. Does he feel it? Does he feel this closeness between us? It’s overbearing.

He licks his lips as he looks down at me. “Here’s the thing: I could make small talk and pretend I want to do that. But all I really want to do is get on top of you in your bed.”

He picks me up, throws me over his shoulder, and carries me up the hall until he’s throwing me onto the bed. I bounce high. He flicks the lamp on and turns the main light off. The ambience in the room instantly turns more sensual.

I lie on my back, our eyes locked as he slowly begins to undress. First his shirt goes, and then he slowly slides down his jeans and briefs. My mouth goes dry.

Holy mother of fuck.

My eyes drop to his strong, athletic thigh muscles. I see his striking tattoo over one shoulder. I appreciate the V of muscles that run down from his hips to his groin, loving the way they grab my attention, until I see the short, well-groomed, dark pubic hair, and the most perfect fucking penis I have ever seen.