“I had…fantasies,” she pushed through her windpipes, breathless. “About us.” Don’t think about it, just say it. Say what you wanted. “I imagined…” she fought for air, closing her eyes. “I imagined you would undress me. And…look at me like I was something…amazing, something precious. And…you would be gentle, touching me…everywhere. And…as you did everything, you would stare into my eyes and…and kiss me while you did. While you made love to me. Kiss me until… you…finished.”
“Show me.”
His whisper burned through every part of her. Show him?
“Show me right now.”
The harsh need in his words caused her to stand at attention, an instinct to rescue front and center. Hot, determined. Fearless. She locked her gaze to his, her peripheral taking in his physical distress. He was hurting with need and she had to help him. Her attention turned inward, to herself, what she wore. Show him. Show him how she wanted him to touch her.
“Take off your clothes.”
She’d been locked in a prison of what first. Those words freed her, only to turn around and point out how naked she was as she moved to obey him. She was finally being called onto the stage she’d dreamed of being on with him. Only somehow it felt like he commanded her onto a battlefield. Her heart beat like war drums in her chest as shame and inexperience flanked her trembling body.
It was nothing but pure love for Ben that filled her hands then removed her dress.
He stared at her nakedness, fire licking inside his eyes, burning its love and fate beyond her skin. The urge to cover herself was consumed by his adoration that shook her heart and breaths.
“Closer,” he whispered, his eyes in a forever stare on her breasts. She’d never stop seeing this exact moment, never stop feeling it as he took hold of her soul and infused strength right into her female bones.
Regrets
Ben needed to control his breathing, his heart rate. The last time it got out of control, it cost him. Cost him more than pain. He hid the tremors in his right hand that still never subsided from the first episode, keeping his fist at his side. He needed to see her feel good and judging by the increase of his symptoms, something said few opportunities remained. He needed to make this count. Something she’d never forget. Something he’d never forget.
She knelt on the bed then lowered her butt onto her folded legs. “What should I do?” she whispered. “I’m scared this hurts you.”
Ben’s eyes were locked onto the way her full breasts pushed together between her arms, tense in her lap. What should she do? Panic hit Ben at coming up with nothing. Something was going on that had her naked in the bed, but what got her to that point? By her question, he’d prompted her to this point. He wanted her to feel good. Right. He just needed to remember that. Nothing else mattered.
“Touch yourself,” he said, urgency stealing his breath.
“Where?” she finally asked.
“Anywhere, everywhere. Where it feels good. Where you want me to touch you, show me. Start where it feels really good.”
She let out several breaths, lowering her head a little before she brought her hands up to her breasts. Her fingers glided over the outer mounds, gradually moving toward her hardened nipples. Light perspiration formed on Ben’s skin as his breath lodged in his chest.
“That’s it,” he whispered, wanting more. “Touch it.”
Her fingertips glided over her nipples and she let out three sharp breaths, drawing his gaze to her face.
“You want me to touch you there?”
She nodded, continuing to stroke her fingers over her nipples. Ben was torn between her breasts and seeing the look on her face.
“Where else. Show me.”
The words blasted out of him as she lowered her hands to the bed then very slowly opened her knees.
“Wider,” he whispered. “Show me. Show me how you want me to touch you there.”
“Ben,” she barely said, placing one hand behind her, the other one moving between her legs. She stroked her fingers over the soft dark hair. The soft cry drew his gaze up to watch the rapture on her face, turned up with her lips parted and eyes closed. Her mouth opened wider with a moan and he shot his gaze back between her legs.
“Baby,” he whispered, angling his head to see more.
It was as if that one word removed the shackles of inhibition and she opened her legs more, her hand reaching farther between, producing wet sounds that brought an orgasm to throb in his cock.
“Cheryl,” he panted, harder. “Your finger is inside you? Is that how you masturbate?”
“Yes,” she moaned. “I want your fingers in me. Deep and…so fast.”
Ben prayed he’d last till she showed him every single thing he had no clue about. The way she moved her hips into her jabbing hand had him boiling.
“And here,” she moaned, bringing her fingers forward to move in circles at the front.
“There?”
“Yes,” she moaned, frantic. “I…I want you to kiss it here,” she said breathless. “Oh Ben…it’s so hot here.”
“Hot,” he gasped. She was rubbing the clitoris where a woman peed. “It feels good there?”
“So good, Ben. So hot.”
“Don’t stop,” he ordered, needing to see what came next, sure there was more.
“I’m going to come, Ben…” she barely cried. “Can I come?”
Come? How exactly would she? Could she? “God, do it. Show me how you come.” It was difficult to hate himself for not knowing that she could come this way while he was in the middle of loving it more than anything he’d ever loved in his life.
“Cheryl,” he groaned as her two middle fingers moved in perfect, fast circles over her clitoris.
“Ben! Oh Ben! Ben! Ben!” she cried, her body shuddering and shaking like a mild electrocution. All he knew and could think in that second was she never did that with me.
Ben pressed a hand over his cock like somebody holding back an avalanche. God, he wanted nothing more than to orgasm with her. But in that second, he was thinking that would likely cause him a stroke. And now that there was a chance to live, he didn’t want to screw that up.
Ben felt like he’d just had an orgasm with her as Cheryl crawled to him and lay her head in his lap, curling her naked body next to him. He reached out and stroked her back and side and hip, finding himself taken over by the desperate hunger to never stop touching her. Feeling her.
“I’m so embarrassed,” she whispered, making his hand freeze on her hip.
“Why?”
“I…can’t believe I did that in front of you.”
He resumed stroking her silky skin. “I can’t believe I went this long without seeing it.”
“You…liked it?”
Her tiny voice stirred his soul until his heart hurt. “I could never love anything more. Except you. Doing that.”
He smiled at her happy laugh. “How about you get my laptop, so I can look into this insane sounding head procedure. You can stay right where you are while I do. Like my naked, sexy secretary.”
She lifted up and smiled at him, but Ben’s gaze zeroed in on her breasts. “You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, daring to reach up and touch the very tip of one of her nipples.