Ranger Ben (A Steamy Standalone Instalove Romance) - Page 17

Maybe the hurricane wiped out the whole ranger station. Why?

Because it sure as hell feels like I’ve died and gone to heaven, that’s why.

Her vocal sounds of pleasure tell me I’m doing everything right.

More than once a hand of mine moves up to her inner thigh, stroking its way down to her pussy and letting my fingertips explore her tight, quivering hole until she’s tossing her head, almost insane with arousal.

Begging me to fuck her.

Pleading with me to make her come.

I stop and start for a time, maybe selfishly, but she’s the most beautiful thing in the world and I want to enjoy her as much as she’s enjoying this.

But I know just how close she is, I can sense it. Feel it in her body as well as her twitching honey pot.

“Ben…” she stammers, gripping my hair tight with both hands, gasping for air, unable to even speak anymore.

I only let out a low groan, a deep growling sound that I feel resonates through her until her breath gives out and she calls out my name again.

“Ben… Ben, I—”

Her climax is sudden but not quick.

Her whole body stiffens under my touch and then jerks and twists while I cradle the nub of her swollen clit between my lips. Gently massaging it as she shudders before I taste her release filling my mouth with a new wonder.

A new heat and a new level of pleasure that washes over her in waves that seem to take minutes before they even start to subside.

In the end, she’s spent and I hear her sobbing gently as I move up to kiss her face, holding her close to me, enveloping her in my arms.

“Oh Ben,” she sniffs. “I’ve never felt anything so… Oh, I love it. I love you,” she cries.

“Tell me it can be like that every time,” she demands as I kiss her tears of release away, still feeling her pulse and quiver under me.

My hands exploring every inch of her I can, kissing her nipples, her stomach, and her neck.

Clasping my hands over everything I coveted with my eyes and now I can claim as my own.

“Mine,” I remind her, making her sigh and finally relax.

An almost catatonic, dreamlike state where she goes limp and is only capable of short bursts of little sounds or single whispered words.

I pick her up and bundling her back into the robe which covers her like a huge blanket, I carry her to the couch in front of the fireplace.

There’s a gas flame tonight, given the weather, but I want to keep her comfortable. Keep her warm.

Safe.

I think she’s drifted into sleep after I crouch by her for a time, holding her still, until I move to leave.

Her hand reaching firmly for my now constant arousal, her tiny fingers circling the damp outline of the plum shaped tip of my aching hard on.

“What about this?” she murmurs dreamily.

“This is here whenever you want it,” I remind her, kneeling beside her again once she opens her eyes with a start.

“Oh, Ben. I should have said something. I don’t want you to think I’m leading you on…” she whispers, fretting.

“What is it?” I ask, suddenly full of concern.

“I’ve never. I mean… I’m a virgin,” she finally says, falling back onto the cushions and looking up at me. Her face crimson with shame.

Almost as if she’s told me some terrible secret, but to me, it’s the best news I’ve ever had.

Stroking her cheek with my finger I tell her why. “That means that whenever you’re ready. I’ll be your first. And most importantly, you’ll be my only from now on,” I explain, glad when she heaves a sigh of relief.

“You’re not mad?” she asks innocently.

“Why would I be mad?” I almost laugh, beaming like a fool. Like the man, I am now.

The luckiest man alive.

Chapter Nine

Stacey

I almost thought he’d be mad.

That after only getting pleasure myself that I figured Ben would expect me to… Well. That’s what all guys want, isn’t it?

So I’ve heard anyway.

But he’s not mad. He’s actually happy I’m a virgin. And he’s definitely not pressing me to go all the way if I don’t want to.

It’s one thing on a long list of things I can remember being taunted about, being a virgin. Way before college even. But even in college, there were still those who wanted to try and shame me.

It was never something I made known to anyone, just something mean kids and even meaner adults cooked up, adding the hashtag #virginforareason to their mean tweets and texts about me being a little on the chubby side.

Stuff like that would never have bothered me, but they made a point of showing it to me, needling me with stupid nicknames and those fake dates until I would finally get upset enough.

But it was never enough for them just to upset me, they had to outdo themselves every time.

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