I Told You So Ch. 02

His lips closed over my skin, sucking gently. At the same time he brought a hand to my breast and stroked the nipple through my shirt. The sparks flew throughout my body, ending in a heated rush between my legs. My head flew back to his chest instantly and I closed my eyes, inhaling sharply.

"Oh, thank God," he murmured at my response.

I turned in his arms with a breathy laugh and gave him an inquisitive look as my hands lifted his shirt up his body.

"I was worried that the whole conversation had been a huge turn off," he told me, stopping my hands and looking solemn.

I laced our fingers together. "I think it was the exact opposite of that," I said in a low voice.

Ben's eyes were glassy. He squeezed my hands.

"I know," he said.

He looked as stunned as I felt, and I tried - I really did - to keep the worry at bay. But I felt my teeth catch my lower lip and my eyes must have faltered because his expression changed to one of concern.

"Hey," he said softly, cupping my chin and looking deep into my eyes. "Nothing has to happen that you don't want to - nothing has to happen at all, in fact." He kissed me gently before pulling away with a wry smile. "And I don't think there's anything wrong with us that this is such a turn on."

He kissed me again and I responded, drawing his tongue into my mouth and sighing. When the kiss ended he brushed his lips against my eyelids.

"Honestly," he murmured, "even if there was something wrong with us being so turned on by it, I don't know if I really care."

His hands ran up and down my sides, stopping to grip my waist for a long moment before cupping my behind. He slowly pulled my shirt off. I giggled and kissed him again before removing his shirt.

"I kind of don't care either," I admitted, undoing his jeans.

I shoved him back onto the bed, removing his jeans and boxers completely. Running my hands up his legs, I stopped between his thighs and teased him with my hands, nibbling on his upper thighs until he moaned my name loudly in demand. Giving in, I ran my tongue along his length before taking him into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the tip of his erection. I began bobbing my head shallowly at first, then taking him deeper and deeper with each stroke until he hit the back of my throat. I held him there, only moving my tongue slightly against him, until I could feel my gag reflex kick in and I slowly withdrew. He let out the breath he had been holding in a loud, pained exhale.

"Again," he croaked. "God, do that again."

Smothering a smile, I did, several times, until his hips were arching up to meet my lips. He tugged on my arms and pulled me up to him, flipping me on my back. Making quick work of the rest of my clothes, he teased me with his fingers before suddenly plunging two of them into me. My back arched and my hips came up off the bed as I cried out. Soon I was meeting the thrust of his hand and making a combination of growling and screaming sounds.

"Mm, babe," he moaned, bringing his mouth to the firm nub and gently flicking it with his tongue. "God, you feel amazing."

I gripped his hair tightly, grinding against him.

"Harder," I demanded in a groan.

He increased pressure with his tongue and added another finger inside me before slamming them into me repeatedly.

"Oh, God, Ben," I cried out. "Please don't stop!"

The tingling warmth began deep in my belly and soon spread out over my body until the tips of my ears felt like they were on fire. My legs tensed and my breath caught. Ben knew I was right on the edge and curled his fingers up to my g-spot and I exploded. My thighs clenched around him and I screamed.

"God damn," I said loudly, somehow completely satisfied but still wanting more.

Ben gave a smug laugh and started to rise over me. I was pulling on his arms to encourage him to move faster. He hooked my knees over his arms and entered me slowly, giving me a long kiss. We both groaned as our bodies met, him resting completely inside me for a long moment before withdrawing and plunging back in. I could tell he was trying to go slow, but I was moving toward him as much as I could manage, and soon he adjusted his arms so my legs were raised higher and he sped up.

I grabbed my breasts, stroking myself lightly before gripping a nipple in each hand tightly. He sucked in his breath at the sight and our bodies began making a slapping sound as they met. I moved a hand down between us and pressed two fingers against him as he thrust into me, causing him to throw his head back. He was moving so quickly now that my hand was trapped between us, and I wiggled a finger to find my clitoris and teased it, knowing he could feel my hand moving. His eyes met mine and he growled, his eyes heated.

"Fuck, Chels," he breathed. "I'm going to come."

"Yes," I groaned, my eyes fluttering shut as I pressed my finger harder onto my button, wanting to join him.

There were no more words, just our loud breathing and his moans and my cries of pleasure as we met on the peak and eventually, slowly, came down together. He unhooked my legs and I quickly closed them around him, not wanting to feel him withdraw. Wrapping his arms around me, he buried his head in my chest and I hugged him tightly to me.

Much later, on the verge of sleep, I was nestled in the crook of his arm, my head on his shoulder and our hands clasped over his chest. He was stroking my hair and back. Our breathing was slow, our chests rising and falling in unison.

"I love you, Ben," I whispered.

He squeezed my hand. "I love you, Chels. So, so much," he added, his lips brushing my forehead.