** Disclaimer this scene contains a consensual sex scene in graphic detail, and is meant for mature audiences only.***
He walked over to the wine rack in the dining room and pulled out a bottle of red wine. He took it back into the kitchen and started searching in the drawers for the corkscrew. He found it in the drawer next to the stove and pulled the cork out. He was grateful the top cabinets int he kitchen were glass, that showed the interior contents, he pulled two wine glasses out and poured them each a glass. He took a sip as Rachel walked back into the kitchen.
“They’re asleep. I left their fans on in their rooms. We won’t disturb them.”
Ben set his glass down, and walked over to Rachel, pulling her into his arms. He wanted her more than he had ever wanted a woman before. His mouth crushed down onto hers, his body racing towards being inside of her, his mind screaming to slow down. Her body did not back down, she kissed with as much determination as he did. Before they both knew it, they were both breathless. She pulled out of his embrace, her cheeks flushed, as she took his hand and led him into the guest room on the ground floor.
“I’m sorry I can’t take you upstairs. I don’t want to risk waking the boys.”
Ben followed her into the small room with a double bed and a nightstand. There were two hardback chairs pushed up against the far wall where there were three cellos stat on their stands. Ben hung his gun holster and then his jacket over it on one of the chairs. Rachel climbed onto the bed and Ben followed her. The light from the kitchen dimly lit their silhouettes. Ben reached for the lamp on the nightstand. He wanted to see her beautiful body.
“Please leave it off.” Her voice was soft.
He would have complied with just about any request she had to make her comfortable. He unbuttoned his shirt but left it on as he slid off his shoes before climbing into bed. She laid down and reached up for him as he laid next to her as. Ben slid his hand against her cheek, pulling her closer to him. He kissed her, as her tongue slid over his and he didn’t think he could get any more erect. He needed to be inside her soon.
His hand slid slowly up under her shirt, feeling the dip of her waist as he moved around to her bra clasp at the center of her back. Her skin was soft like rose petals. He felt the clasp give way as his hand came back around cupping one of her full breasts. She moaned at his touch on her breast. She reached for his belt, her lips still attached to his. She unclasped it and undid the button on his khakis one-handed. There was immediacy in her action, letting him know she wanted him as much as he wanted her. Her hand slipped in, past his boxers. Her hand around him was almost too much. He leaned into her so she would lay on her back instead of her side. He felt her body push forward to resist laying on her back. He kissed her collar bone as she sat slightly pulling her top off and her bra, discarding both on the floor. He tried again, this time more gently to get her to roll onto her back. She pressed her hand into his chest and he stopped right away.
“What’s wrong? Do you want to stop?” He asked breathless. The words were almost painful to say, as he prayed she wasn’t having second thoughts. He would stop instantly if she was. He wanted a future with her and one night wouldn’t make a difference. He would wait as many nights as she needed to be comfortable.
“Ben, I know this is weird but, I don’t like to be touched on the back of my legs or my butt. I know that is strange. It has been a long time for me.” he could hear the embarrassment in her voice.
He sat up and reached up to her cheek, stroking it gently.
“Honey you are in charge here, you tell me what you need from me. You have your reasons and I respect that. I won’t touch you there unless I am invited.”
She kissed him, pulling him into her body as she laid back down on the bed. He came down on top of her, careful not to crush her under his body weight. He stopped kissing her as he laid over her, pushing her bangs out of her eyes, he really looked at her in the dim light.
“Rachel you are so damn beautiful.”
She kissed him again, as his hands cupped her breasts. She pulled her mouth away from his, as he kissed her neck. She ran her fingers through his hair as he kissed his way down her torso. He felt her body shiver with anticipation, careful to make sure there wasn’t apprehension in any way. He unbuttoned her jeans and began to pull them down her legs when she stopped him gently.
“Let me, please.”
She slipped them off and tossed them to the side of the bed before she laid back down. Ben knelt in front of her. He wanted to touch her.
He slid his hands up her legs forgetting her request. Her body tensed instantly, jogging his memory. He pulled his hands away immediately.
“Oh Rachel, I’m sorry.”
He could see that it had shaken her. She reached out for him and he came back on top of her, his kisses easing the tension out of her. She pushed his shirt off as his tongue stroked hers. All that separated the two of them was her soft pink cotton panties and his pants. He pulled away and made quick work of them, stopping to pull a condom out of his wallet. He reached back out for her almost grabbing onto her legs, his brain screaming out not to touch them. He rolled the condom on and came back over the top of her, all that separated them now as the flimsy cotton underwear she wore. He wanted to tear them off of her, but he tried to be patient. He knew there was still a chance that she couldn’t or wouldn’t want to continue. His body warmed hers as he kissed down her neck. His lips on her skin caused her back to arch and as he kissed down her chest and took her small, hard nipple into his mouth. Her body shuddered with pleasure as she let out a slow deep moan. He kissed the other breast, swirling his tongue around her nipple, then kissed his way down her body. He could feel her continue to shake with anticipation. He slid two fingers under the elastic waistband of the small pink bikini briefs, kissing the skin he exposed. He wanted to taste her, all of her. He kissed lower, pulling the waistband down, but not removing her underwear altogether. He felt her body trembled harder. She ran her fingers through his hair. When he couldn’t pull the waistband any lower he switched tactics, kissing over the fabric, sliding his fingers through the side. He could smell her, her scent sweet and inviting. He slid his fingers into her panties and made contact with her body as she bucked upwards. She was warm and wet. He lowered his head to taste her when he felt her grab his hair harder.
“I’m sorry, Ben please stop, I can’t”
His heart sank, he wanted to love her, give her pleasure. He stopped and looked up at her.
“I can’t do that, right now. I am sorry.”
“Rachel don’t apologize. I want you to enjoy this. We don’t have to do this tonight or any night until you are ready. I care about you. I want this to be right for you.”
She turned her head away. Ben came up over her and gently moved to the side to lay next to her. He reached over and tipped her chin towards him. She was upset.
“Honey please talk to me. You don’t owe me an explanation, I just want to help make this better for you in any way I can.”
“This is so hard for me. I am embarrassed.”
He could hear the edge of tears in her voice.
“You don’t have to be embarrassed with me, ever. Rachel, you are the most beautiful, perfect woman I have ever met. Can I tell you a secret?”
She looked over at him fully.
“This is going to sound a little crazy because we haven’t really dated, but I am head over heels in love with you. I have been since the first moment I saw you. I will wait for you and do whatever I can to make you feel happy and safe. If you don’t feel the same way about me, I completely understand.”
Rachel sat up and kissed Ben, hard.
“Now I am the one embarrassed,” Ben said quietly.
“I didn’t mean that we couldn’t have sex, I just didn’t want oral sex. It is an issue for me.”
“You do want to sleep together?”
“Yes, I do. I really want to Ben. This is just really hard for me, but I want to so badly, with you. I know it is nuts but I feel the same way about you, and that scares me.”
He reached out and kissed her. She reached around his neck bringing his body back over hers. He slowly pushed his hand under the waistband of her underwear, cupping her wet mound. He slid his finger between her, feeling her warm and wet. His body jerked against her. He gently lifted his hand pushing the waistband down, careful as he could to avoid touching her legs.
“Let me,” she said as she sat and he backed off of her.
She took off the small panties letting them fall onto the floor. Ben could smell her, in all of her arousal. This was the day he had been waiting for, dreaming of, making love to Rachel. She reached up and caressed the side of his face, sliding her tongue back into his mouth. She moved back down onto the bed and he followed. She spread her legs so he could lay between them. She reached down between the two of them, helping guide him inside of her.
He pushed gently, making sure to go slowly. He did not want to be too eager, nor did he want to be too rough for her. Her body cocooned him, warm, tight and wet. She felt like silk, even though the condom. He slowly pushed further into her as he heard a moan escape her mouth. He picked up his pace, still making sure he moved gently as she wrapped her hands around his neck. He could feel her body, responding to his, together in time. He resisted the urge to cup her ass. He told himself to plant his hands around her, to avoid accidentally touching her legs. The deeper he went, with slow, deliberate movement, the more her body responded with pleasure. Her neck arched back as he kissed it. He felt her left leg rise up alongside him and he fought the urge to grab it. His body brushed up against it, and he felt her fluid movements become instantly more rigid. Sensing her unease, he slowed his movements and looked down with her, making eye contact.
“Rachel look at me.”
She looked right at him, into him, connecting with him. He felt the tension in her body ease. He kissed her and slowly picked up his pace again. He felt her coming closer to the edge of an orgasm as he fought off his own. He had promised her that this was for her to enjoy too. He had always taken care of the women he slept with, not that there had been many.
“Ben, I’m close.” She whispered.
He gritted his teeth not to come at the sound of that sentence.
He moved one of his hands and cupped her breast, stroking the nipples between his fingers. It was all she needed, to push her over the edge. He could feel the inside of her ripple with pleasure outside her body shook with pleasure. He brought his mouth down over hers, as she moaned into it. The feeling of her body coming sent his orgasm racing through him. He couldn’t stop it if he tried. As his body ejected the last of his seed, he swept his tongue over hers. He had just made love to the woman of his dreams. He laid on top of her both of them in each other’s arms, in a state of ecstasy.
He pulled himself out of her, making sure to grab ahold of the condom so it didn’t slip. He discarded the condom, in the wastepaper basket, and climbed back into bed with Rachel. She pulled the blanket at the end of the bed up over them and cuddled up to him. Her body so soft, and the smell of her hair, and their sex still in the room made him just about ready to go again. They laid there together in each other’s arms, only to be interrupted by the doorbell that rung by the pizza man. Ben jumped up slipping his clothes back on as he ran to the door, hoping the bell would not wake the boys upstairs. He paid for the pizza and brought it back to the kitchen, setting the pizza on the counter and walked back into the bedroom. He stripped and climbed back into bed with her, suddenly not hungry for dinner, only wanting Rachel to be naked in his arms.