Chapter Twenty-Four

Angela “Have you had breakfast?” Ben asked as we settled in the suite.

I shook my head.

“I’m fine, though, for now,” I said quietly.

“Okay,” he said, sitting beside me on the sofa. “I’ll make this quick then.”

He shifted his body, so he was facing me, and took my hands in his. He held my gaze with his serious eyes, and I suddenly felt like squirming.

“I know about Sandra,” he said “I also know about our parents. Neither of those factors bother me, and Angela, you have nothing to be ashamed about. So there’s no reason for you to run off and hide. Your dad wants you there for the wedding. So, would you please go back with me?”

My cheeks warmed. “I told you already that I was going back.”

He nodded. “I heard you. But I mean, go back with me. I don’t want to hide what’s going on between us, I don’t know what we’re going to do about school, but let’s at least be honest with our parents, all right?”

I fidgeted. I wasn’t sure it was a good idea. I was very worried about what our parents would think. I would go ahead with my decision regardless of what Dad thought, but the real problem was Ben’s mother. How would she feel about me taking away her much younger son? When we were step-siblings, at that.

“Angela,” Ben called gently. I blinked, coming out of my thoughts, and met his gaze. He smiled softly. “I missed you. Didn’t you miss me?”

“I did,” I confessed without hesitation. “But I was so afraid. Of a lot of things…”

He took my face between his hands and kissed me softly.

“You have nothing to be afraid of,” he murmured in promise, before leaning in to continue the kiss.

I closed my eyes, giving myself over to the kiss, to him. I wouldn’t tell him about the baby right then. Soon, I would, but I’d missed him and needed to feel the assurance of his warm body pressed into mine. I was so afraid of the decision we’d made, but so excited too.

The kiss deepened, grew more passionate, and I moaned as I wrapped my arms around his neck and plastered the front of my body to his. I rubbed my breasts against his chest, resentful of the clothes between us. Ben pulled back to chuckle, though the sound was strained.

“You’re happy to see me, aren’t you?” He teased. “I’m really happy to see you, too.”

I would have retorted, but he took one of my hands and brought it to his crotch. I gasped, feeling him hard beneath my hand. Instinctively, I wrapped my fingers around him through his slacks and squeezed lightly. He groaned.

“If you do that, I’ll come,” he growled. “Too fast.”

I was surprised as he pulled my hand off him. I didn’t think he’d be that sensitive, but I quickly forgot myself as he went back to kissing me. His hands tugged at my clothes, and I took that as my cue to do the same for him, one hand pushing his shirt up, so I could get at his abs, my other hand working on his belt. Ben lowered me onto the couch, then positioned his body above mine.

Our clothes quickly came off, but the action wasn’t hurried. We stripped slowly in between languid kisses, bodies rubbing against each other with growing urgency that neither of us gave into.

“I don’t think I can make it to the bed,” he groaned, as the last article of clothing hit the floor.

I gasped. “It doesn’t matter.”

My legs wrapped around his hips, and he folded his legs, so his knees rested on either side of my hips. His cock was heavy and hard against me, and I moaned as I squirmed beneath him, which caused Ben to curse.

“Stay still,” he commanded.

I whimpered in dissatisfaction, but did as he wanted, my whole body going stiff. It had been so long since I last had him in me. As he left wet kisses along my neck, he rocked his hips, the head of his cock rubbing all over my sex, making me gasp and squirm.

“Don’t tease,” I complained.

Ben showed me a wolfish grin, then I felt the head of him touch my entrance before he pushed his hips forward, and his whole length slid into my body, stretching my walls open for him. I arched my back and raised my hips, taking him in as deep inside me as he could go. Ben grabbed one of my hands, twining our fingers together, and held it down above my head. Our gazes held.

“Are you ready?” He asked, voice soft, though with a hint of strain.

I nodded, my breath hitching as my walls fluttered around the hard, hot length inside of me.

“Yes.”

He gave me a quick peck; then he started moving slowly. My cheeks were on fire, because it felt way too intimate, his eyes boring into mine as he slowly took my body and made it his. I didn’t move my gaze from his; I couldn’t. My chest felt stuffy, my breaths already coming out in gasps and pants.

I grew impatient quickly, though. His cock sliding slowly in and out of me felt like heaven, the friction against my walls and entrance sent tingles through my body, causing me to tremble, but I wanted more. I wanted him to claim me.

“You can go faster,” I gasped. “Please, Ben.”

He hummed to indicate he heard me, but his deep, slow rhythm didn’t change. He rolled his hips, and I gasped and trembled some more as he stimulated my walls. He was braced above me on his elbow, and I could see his face clearly, even though my eyelids insisted on fluttering shut with the soft pleasure slowly overwhelming my body.

His jaw was clenched, expression strained. A drop of sweat travelled down his temple and dripped onto my chest. I watched in fascination, my arms wrapping around him. His back was slick with sweat, but I dug my fingers in anyway and held on.

It took a while for me to realize what he was trying to do, or at least guess. This wasn’t just fucking; Ben was making love to me.

When the thought occurred to me, I felt my ears sting with tears. Ben, noticing, suddenly stopped, expression going alarmed.

“Am I hurting you?” He asked, frantic.

I shook my head quickly as I swallowed the lump in my throat. Words I hadn't thought to say to a man in a long time were dying to rise out of my throat, but I shoved them back down. It was the worst kind of thing to say in the middle of sex, at least for the first time, and there was still plenty left unsaid between us.

So instead, I squeezed the hand that still held mine, and wrapped my other arm around his neck. I nudged gently, and he leaned down for a kiss. Slowly, he started moving his hips again. The change in angle brought him even deeper, and I whimpered against his mouth. Ben groaned, and finally, started moving faster.

The kiss grew sloppy as the pleasure washed over both of us, our bodies moving against each other with growing urgency. I locked my ankles behind his back, flexing my thighs around him as I did my best to move my hips and meet his thrusts.

I could feel the orgasm building from between my thighs, starting from a small spark that quickly spread all over me, then my body shuddered, my walls tightening around his cock convulsively. I heard a rumble of satisfaction from his chest jest before Ben nipped at my lips. I felt his body go taut above mine; then his hot come shot inside of me, filling me up.

He slumped against me, and for the longest moment, we could only lay there and breathe. When he did think to move, it was to roll us over, keeping his cock inside me as he held me in his arms.

“I missed you, Angela,” he said again, his tone serious.

I nodded as I nuzzled into his chest. “I missed you, too, Ben.”

The words were said in place of what I wanted to say to him, at least for me. I could only hope that he felt the same way.