My sex tingles as our lips meet.
He grunts and presses closer, his manhood hard against my belly. He drives forward with his hips, showing me how badly he wants it.
I feel so needed, so sexy like I never dreamed I would.
I definitely never dreamed Ben would be the one, my one.
“Let’s go,” he whispers, kissing the edge of my mouth, then my cheek, the tingles dancing across my skin.
“Where?” I ask.
“Somewhere private. Somewhere I can show you how fucking sexy you are. Come with me, Becca. Now.”
I swallow, digging my fingernails into his chest. He looms over me so massive, so strong, his muscles heaving. His torso is as solid as his throbbing manhood, almost bending my fingernails with how firm he is.
“Okay, Ben.”
He opens the car door for me and gestures inside.
Climbing in, I smooth my hands over my belly, trying to settle the nerves there. This is surely going to lead to one thing….
One thing I’ve never done, and one thing I don’t really know how to do.
June has given me some advice, of course, but it doesn’t mean I’m going to know how to handle all of Ben’s excitement. I felt how hard he was, how huge, pushed against my belly.
I tell myself to focus on one thing at a time as my heart flutters.
Shamefully, Alex only comes to me after all the worrying.
What a tangled mess.
Ben climbs in, starting the engine and guiding us away from the parking spot. I watch him as he focuses on the road. His smirk twitches. “I can feel your eyes on me.”
“Maybe I like looking. I can’t even believe you’re real.”
I gasp when he reaches over and casually grabs my thigh, squeezing up near my knee but temptingly close to my sex all the same.
“What does that mean?”
“I dreamed about this, about us,” I mutter.
He chuckles darkly, inching his hand up further between my legs. My sex feels wet and sensitive, rubbing against my panties.
“I’m more interested in the reality of you, Becca. It was so difficult not to touch you during dinner. You were sitting there, beautiful, sexy, curvy in all the right places…and I could tell how badly you wanted it.”
“You could?” I whisper, voice catching as his fingers grazed inches from my sex’s entrance, pushing down on my leg.
“It was the way we looked at each other. I knew if I started rubbing your soaked young slit right there, you’d get even wetter for me. You’d start getting drenched like the good obedient virgin you are, wouldn’t you?”
I can’t help but moan as his fingers press through my pants, pushing firmly against my sex. He snarls as he starts to move his hand up and down, his eyes still focused on the road.
“Nobody can see in here,” he growls. “The streets are dead. The windows are tinted. If they could – if a man tried to see you right now, all hot and excited – I’d make them sorry.”
The possessive words have me moaning, driving me close to the edge like the movement of his hand.
But then he snatches his hand away, letting out a heavy breath.
“I told myself I wouldn’t do anything until….”