Chapter 4. Making Love to Her: pt. 1

He leaned in and touched her lips with his, not kissing her yet. He just caressed her lips with his, teasing her because she had closed her eyes when he leaned in, ready for a kiss. He sucked on her upper lip first, feeling how soft she was. He enveloped both her lips now, and he heard that “mmnn” from her again. He loved it.

She didn’t return his kiss at first; she just let him play with her lips and enjoyed it. She hadn’t felt his tongue in her mouth yet, and she wanted that, so she grabbed onto his neck to kiss him back, still with her eyes closed. But he moved away from her a little, and she longed for the lips that had just left hers.

When she opened her eyes, he wasn’t in front of her; he was behind her now. He kissed her neck, and he drew that soft moan from her again. He pulled on her dress’s zipper, exposing her bare back. With the tip of his nose, he caressed her naked shoulder, slowly moving to the nape of her neck. She tilted her head backward when he began to place wet kisses across her back. When he stopped at her waist, where he had unzipped the fabric, he made the dress fall from her body.

She stood there with nothing else on her body but her lacy underwear, surprised at herself for not being ashamed, as naked as she was. He admired her body from behind, marveling at her perfectly curved waist and her round, even hips.

“Belle,” he called. She was about to turn toward his voice, but he stopped her. “Don’t.”

She obeyed; she wanted a good first time, so she was ready to do whatever he told her as long as he was going to fuck her well. She had no doubt about it. His touch was different. He made her nipples hard with just the touch of his fingertips. She didn’t even know how he could do that. She had explored her body quite a few times and had let her exes do things to her, but she had always been strict with the “no sex” rule. This man, though, had a touch that was messing with her senses.

He wasn’t even touching her breasts yet, but she knew her nipples wanted him; they were getting harder and beginning to ache. He kissed her shoulder, his hands still patrolling her chest. He ran his fingers down to her navel; she was panting heavily now, and she wanted him to touch her privates, but he wouldn't. He was torturing her, and he knew it.

“Belle?” He stepped in front of her. “Do you want me?”

“Yes,” she nodded before answering.

She had initially thought he didn’t know what to do with her naked body, but now she realized he was being purposeful when she saw the smirk on his face.

“Why did you have to possess such a beautiful body, Belle?” he said. She looked at him, confused. “I want to do things to you, to your body. I want to fuck you rough, but you...” He paused and lifted her jaw to face him. “You look too graceful for that.” He was no longer smiling; he spoke with total seriousness. “I’m not sure you can take all of me. Can you?”

She didn’t know what to answer. She didn’t even know if she could; she had never been penetrated before. Short of words, her breath sounded muffled. Cherry had advised her not to make it known on her profile that she was a virgin.

“Many men don’t like women who are inexperienced in bed,” she had said.

“You are not going to answer me, are you?” He slid two of his fingers into her panties.

“Ahhh,” she moaned when he grazed her labia with his hand.

He took off his shirt and threw her onto the bed. Going on top of her, he kissed her neck rather roughly. When his lips touched her sensitive nipples, she threw her head backward in a mix of pain and pleasure; he was grazing her left nipple with his teeth while his hand squeezed the right.

Kissing her torso, he put his pinky in her deep navel. She didn’t know how, but it made her ache down there, wanting him to just do anything to her. His lips stopped at her panties’ waistline, and he looked up to see her, loving the way she was moaning. He placed a wet kiss between her legs, and though she still had her panties on, she could feel his lips. It made her sit up to push his face away from her open legs.

“Lay back down,” he ordered.

She shook her head; she’d never had a man’s face between her legs. Even after standing naked comfortably in front of him, she felt too overwhelmed right now to listen. But Ben Larkson wasn’t one to have his orders disobeyed—not in the office and not in the bedroom.

He swiftly came back up, forcing her back against the pillows as he leaned in until he was directly on top of her. He pressed himself against her, his weight supported by his hands as he trapped her on the bed. He could feel her hard nipples poke his chest as she breathed heavily into his face.

“What do you want?” he asked her in a quiet, deep voice.

She didn’t say anything. She couldn’t—not because she was scared, even though she should have been considering how his dark eyes were staring directly at her. She just didn’t know how to answer.

“You,” she managed to say.

He smirked again, and it was then she noticed the faint dimple in his cheek. He was a handsome man, and she knew he was aware of it.

“If you want me, then do as I say,” he said, making it sound like a command. She nodded. “Good.”

Just as quickly as he had come up, he was back down between her legs. He looked at her and saw that she looked a little scared of what he was about to do.

“I’ll try to be gentle,” he said, in a voice she found she could trust.