Broken

I run my hand up and down his thick warm length, gasping blissfully as I do. Sometimes I forget how big he really is, and it gives me that nervous excitement sensation in my chest once more.

“I gotta tell you, Serena,” Ben grunts into my ear, allowing his breath to tickle my cheek. “Your touch is about to fucking make me explode. You want to be careful if you don’t want this to be over all too quickly.”

I pout and pull my hand away. “Fine, but I’m not happy about it.”

“And to think, I assumed I would be the one to corrupt you. Little did I know it would be you who corrupted me.”

His words fire me up even further, so I spin myself around until he’s the one on his back and I’m straddling him. I love this sensation of power and control, it makes me feel sexy. Which is hard since I’m in these flannel pyjama bottoms...

I push myself off Ben and slide them down. I don’t have any panties on anyway, I must have forgotten to put some on, which works out well now. Then I climb back on and sit above him so he can see all of me. Yes, my body has changed. I don’t think any woman can go through labour and come out of it completely the same, especially since I’ve had twins, but the way that Ben’s looking at me it’s as if I still look exactly the same as I did the day we first me.

“You really are something else, you know that?” Ben pushes himself up to kiss me. One of his hand knots up into my hair but the other one runs slowly up and down my thigh. With every brush he gets ever nearer to where I need him, which soaks my slit and gets me even more desperate for him. It’s been too long, I might just explode.

“Will you stop teasing already?” I gasp breathlessly. “Don’t forget we have two little mites who enjoy ruining our alone time together at every opportunity.”

“You’re right with that one.”

He slips one finger right up into me, and it feels incredible. My body bucks violently as a reaction to the way he caresses and massages my insides. He’s touching me like I’m something precious, something to be looked after, which is surprisingly what I need. It’s slow and sensual and it feels really good.

Eventually he brings his thumb into the mix, which he flicks over my clit. My body is already so hypersensitive that a pressure instantly stiffens me. My stomach is hot, my head spins, my heart hammers... I’m losing control. I can see what Ben meant now when he said about me touching him, it’s too much. The only difference is that I’m too weak to stop him. I don’t want it to end...

“Oh my God, Ben,” I pant. “I can’t... it’s too...”

I’m on the knife edge, teetering on the edge of desire. It won’t take long for me to fall into the abyss, I can feel it, the pleasure is coming for me. It’s rushing towards me like a hurricane, swirling in my belly, spinning too rapidly through me...

Then Ben yanks his fingers out of me which gives me a moment to breathe. I try to calm myself down, I need to bring everything back down before anything else happens so I don’t lose myself too quickly, but I can’t seem to do it. I’m burning brightly, swimming in stars, any minute now I think I might fall into the abyss of pleasure whether Ben is touching me or not. The memory of his fingers is all too much.

“I think it’s best to be safe,” he gushes while grabbing a condom from his pocket. “After what happened before.”

I giggle a bit of a nervous sound. “Yeah, I think you’re right. We learnt that lesson the hard way. Always be careful.”

Once he rolls the latex over him, I pull him back towards me. I wait for him to angle himself into me so that I can ride him, but he doesn’t let that happen. Instead, Ben takes control by flipping me so I’m the one on my back. Once there he rests his forehead against min

e and he gazes into my eyes. As we stare at once another there’s so much love flowing between us that it swells and fills up my chest.

“I love you,” Ben insists in his strongest, sweetest voice. “You have no idea how much, Serena. You really are my whole world.”

And there it is. The reminder that it isn’t the same. It’s better, it’s more, it’s everything. Ben really is mine now, we don’t have that element of uncertainty anymore. It’s me and him against the world. Well, with Brandon and Rose too, of course. Our reason to keep on fighting.

“I love you too.” I kiss the end of his nose gently. “You’re my world.”

When Ben kisses me again I fell him slide inside me, which instantly drags me back into that deep, passionate haze again. My hair spreads out around my, my eyes roll into the back of my head, my hips buck of their own accord... me and Ben are back, doing what we do best.

He fills me up and pushes deeper with every thrust. I can feel him hitting all the right spots already, and since I’m already on fire this just sends me over the edge too quickly. I cry out and I trash as I draw ever nearer to the wonderful, unexpected moment that I’ve been desperately waiting for ever since I sat down on this couch and Ben started kissing me.

“Oh fuck, Ben!”

I’m over the edge, I’ve fallen. The hurricane has exploded within me. It’s swirling, twirling, cascading, taking me down and I love the sensation. It’s incredible. I never want it to end, especially with Ben gripping onto me as if he feels the same way.

This is someone that I could easily spend the rest of my life with, I think as the pleasure booms. I love him, he loves me, this time I think it might just last.

Once we lie in one another’s arms, panting and gasping in the post coital bliss, I revisit that last thought I had as the orgasm swirled and crashed inside me. Actually, I think I’ve always thought that Ben is someone I could marry, that’s why I got so carried away by him in the first place, but now I really feel it. Now it isn’t just a fantasy, it’s a reality. It’s not like I think it’s going to happen any time soon, but it isn’t something that I think will never happen either.

Mom, Dad, if only you could see me now. If only you could learn that it all worked out for the best. Would you still stick by your decision to throw me out when I needed you the most?

I don’t even care about their actions anymore, it’s them missing out, not me. I’m doing just fine with my brand new family. They don’t deserve a piece of me, not anymore. I have everything that I need right here.

“Are you hungry?” Ben gasps from beside me. “Shall we use this rare free time to do something else that we adore?”