She was there one moment and then not. Ben shook his head, smiling, apparently, he had his work cut out for him and by the pounding of his heart, he was eager to start. Rita might talk a good talk, but when faced with the reality, she retreated into her shell. Ben planned to inundate her with so much pleasure her shell would explode.
He pulled off his shirt, unbuckled his belt and pulled off his jeans. He stood with his white boxer brief which left nothing to the imagination, then he stalked to the kitchen.
Rita juggled the bottle of wine she'd been about to put in her fridge when Ben appeared without clothes in her kitchen. While she struggled to hold onto the bottle with fingers that had turned buttery, she acknowledged that her kitchen would never be the same again. She'd never walk in here without seeing Ben in his tall, hard everywhere, big everywhere, smooth everywhere glory.
She looked away the moment she realized he'd caught her staring and shoved the wine into her stocked fridge. Her friends would be slapping her back into her senses if they could see her now. She should be climbing Ben like a tree but the shyness she'd thought she'd overcome had returned with so much force she couldn't shake it.
Ben marched with determination to her, causing a tightening in her throat. "Err...um, Ben, wait. I think we..." his hands glided over her cheeks and neck, held her softly and kissed her.
Oh sweet Jesus. Rita had a full body shiver when his lips met hers. They were warm and tasted of something stronger than wine, something smoky and masculine and sexy. His tongue needed to be given a state of its own with how it licked into her mouth, tangling with hers, coaxing her own hesitant tongue out to play and sipping whatever it gave.
It was a whole meal and yet it wasn't enough, which explained why her arms rounded his body and drew him closer, moaning into his mouth when he nipped her lips.
"You were saying?" his voice reverberated through her body and she didn't understand why that sent melting sensations to her lady part; she could feel liquid wetting her sleep shorts.
"Uh?" Her brain must have scrambled because she couldn't recall what she'd wanted to say. Not when he was plastered to her body, so plastered she could feel his entire hardness, especially the prominent bulge pressed to her stomach. Shit, Ben was actually plastered to her, and if she could feel all of him, it meant he could feel all of her. So, she made to withdraw from his hold but he held fast and kissed her again.
Lordy gracious! He didn't just hold her face this time, he moved, he moved everything. She found herself leaning on a hard surface, she groaned when his hips moved, pressing his erection on her stomach in slow movements. His hands slid down her shoulders, diverted to her stomach and then glided up to beneath her breasts but didn't touch, so she arched her back to present her boobs for touching...he still didn't! Rather, he caressed down, rounded her waist and grabbed her buttocks, squeezing and pulling her closer; Rita was sure she'd have been a pulp on the tiles if he'd not been holding her.
"Rita," he murmured, grabbing her face again and when she frowned and opened her eyes, his face was levelled with hers and they were eye to eye. "We're doing this. There's no need for avoidance, babe, this is happening as planned. Okay?"
She wanted to cringe when he mentioned the plan but he looked so invested that all she could do was nod.
"Good." He grabbed her wrist and pulled her from the kitchen.
Rita wasn't focused on where he led them as she was stuck on the hard curve of his arse in those white briefs which contrasted with his dark skin, her mouth watered. When she looked up though, they were in her room and she had no idea how he knew, maybe she'd left the door open.
Ben turned to her and reached for the helm of her pyjama top but she grabbed onto it with widened eyes. "The...the lights." Rita cringed at her stammer but if they were going to enjoy this, she needed to save him from the sight of her body. Since it was a one night thing, there was no need to reveal all her embarrassing secrets.
He narrowed his eyes at her for a second and then he smiled as though he'd just realized something. He pulled her close and nipped the side of her lips, dragging wet kisses down her chin to her neck which sort of fried her brain as she melted on him. Soon, she found herself flat on her king-size bed with Ben hovering over her.
If her heart could bust a hole in her chest from just beating, the blood pumping organ would be jerking on the tiled floor of the room by now. He flipped open her top and kissed her soft stomach with the embarrassing extra abdominal pouch.
"Ben..." she moaned but cringed too. "Please...the light..."
"Not happening, babe," he growled without stopping his kiss onslaught on her belly.
"What...why?" she pushed at his head, though the sight of him bent over her was...
"I can smell your arousal, Rita. You want me and I'm half way finished just staring at your arse jiggle in those shorts. I'm aware that you have no panties on," he knelt on the bed, holding her knees apart, even though she struggled to close them.
"I'm aware that you're entirely, soaking wet because your short between your thighs are totally damp," his hand slipped between her thighs without warning and touched her through her wet shorts; she moaned shamelessly.
"I want to see you, Rita. I've been driving myself crazy wondering what colour your nipples will be," he grinned at her widened eyes while he pulled her top over head, so she had to raise her hands and turn slightly on the bed so he could pull it off entirely and dropped it over his shoulder.
Ben bit his lip as he stared at her exercise bra which zipped in front. His gaze flicked to her face and in that brief glance she could see blatant anticipation as he zipped down the bra. He growled when her breasts spilled from the elastic, their weight causing their spill in separate directions.
"It's better than I imagined," he muttered, his eyes fixed on breasts she'd always believed were too big for her short height.
But most importantly, Ben imagined her boobs? When had this... "Oh!" he had licked from under her breast to her nipple which hardened to a point of pain...sweet pain.
Rita opened her eyes which felt swollen in time to catch him smacking his lips as though he'd just tasted the most delicious fruit and couldn't wait to take another bite. He slid to her right side on the bed, his left elbow keeping him up and above her while his eyes took in everything, not cringing in disgust but staring in beatific amazement.