Then raised his eyebrows at me.
"Wanna do the honour?" he said huskily.
I just stared. No guy had ever asked me to put the condom on. I knew if I tried my hands would shake, my body would tremble and the moment could well be lost to fear. What if I got it wrong?
His mouth stretched into a wide grin.
"Next time, you're doin' it," he instructed. "So pay attention, red."
I let a breath of air out, incredulous that he'd known exactly why I had frozen up. This man, who was practically a stranger, knew me better than anyone else in the world. Did he suspect that he had my number? Did he know that he
saw
the real me?
All turbulent thoughts were lost as he rose up on his knees before me, ran a hand seductively down my body and then continued on to stroke his cock. Shit, but he was beautiful. So controlled. So self-possessed. Such a turn-on. Seeing his large palm wrapped around his shaft, the look of erotic bliss wash over his features as he smoothly pulled against himself. His hips rocked slightly, his half-lidded eyes held mine, and a smug grin graced his lips. Knowing damn well that he was turning me on.
"Don't be so smug, Ben," I said in a pant.
The grin widened. His eyes lazily trailed over my body, bare and open before him, as he lost himself to the moment, hand moving faster, eyelids drifting shut.
"
Te pai kē
," he muttered, moving to put the condom on. I think that was Māori for 'fantastic'. "You are such a fuckin' turn-on."
My face broke into its own grin. To know I did to him, what he did to me. What a thrill.
I watched him roll the condom down his length, then watched as he held it in place and shifted over me. My legs fell further apart in blatant invitation. He licked his lips, positioned himself at my entrance and then rocked forward slowly, placing the broad tip of himself inside my core.
"Ah, fuck," he murmured, resting down on his elbows at either side of my face. "I'm not gonna last, red," he admitted.
I wrapped my arms around him, encouraging him to give me more of his weight. He felt delicious against me, bracketing me, cocooning me while with tiny increments he thrust himself further inside. A small gain, then back. A slow burn in and soft glide out. He stretched me wider as he delved deeper, creating sensations I was positive I'd never had before.
Several long moments later, our breaths both coming in short huffs, our skin no longer coated with just water, but sweat, he seated himself deep within my core. He stilled. Made no move further and just looked me in the eyes. The intensity of his stare was too much. My gaze slid to the side and I sucked in breath.
"Look at me, red," he instructed gruffly. His voice a deliciously low and rough sound. It slid over my body and left goosebumps in its wake. It made me feel touched...
everywhere
.
My eyes flicked back to his at the demand.
"That's it," he whispered, still not moving. "I wanna be inside those baby blues when I make you come."
I licked my lips. His eyes darted down to watch the action, then came straight back to mine.
"Gonna move now, red. You ready?"
I nodded, unable to say a word.
"Gonna make you let go," he whispered, just as he started to rock. "Gonna watch you come apart," he promised, his pace picking up and his words coming out in short puffs. "Gonna set you free, little red. Right along with me."
I couldn't look away. I couldn't reply. I don't know what he saw on my face, because in that moment I forgot to guard, to hide. But I
felt
every word he said. I felt it deep down inside. And a part of my heart cracked open wider, letting this strange shadow man inside. He would have seen. I know. Because his face softened, his chocolate eyes melted further and his pace faltered at our hips. Just slightly, minutely even. But I felt it. Because I was alive.
He held my gaze throughout it all, daring me not to look away. I had never experienced something so intimate, so open, yet so private as this. It was beyond sensual. Beyond beautiful. I felt scared and elated at the same time. I wanted more and I wanted to hide. Every single rock into me cracked my world further apart.
How could he do this? It was just sex.
But then it wasn't. It was so much more than just sex.
The orgasm came without warning. One second I was staring into those deep brown eyes. The next I was moaning his name, arching beneath him, digging my fingernails into his back. It racked my entire body. Shuddered through me from head to toe. It grounded me, at the same time it released me. I felt connected to the man before me, inside me. I felt elated, as though I was floating and also hurtling towards the ground at an alarming speed.
I held him closer to me, probably crushing him, I don't know. But I needed to feel him against my body, under my hands, wrapped up in my legs, as I rode that unbelievable sensation out.
"Look at me," Ben rasped, just as the last of the orgasm began to fade. I almost didn't want to open my eyes, I was so blissfully tired, but he repeated his instruction, turning the request into a demand with a hard rock of his hips, a thrust against me that could definitely be called a pound. "
Look at me
."
My eyes opened to stare into his, so familiar now, in such a short amount of time.
And I watched as he let go. Because of me. Because of us and right now. And I saw the moment he was set free and I knew there could be no more beautiful a sight.
And I wanted to do it all over again, because this feeling was addictive.
Because he'd lost me to the sensation of really being free.
I woke to movement. Not much, just a barely there rhythmic motion of the body against my cheek. My hand flexed on the hard naked chest beneath it, smooth skin registered in my sleep-fogged mind. I snuggled a little closer, unwilling to break the spell.
"You awake, red?" Ben asked, in a just woken husky voice.
"Mmmm," I hummed, refusing to open my eyes yet. It must have been morning, light tried to worm its way through my lids, but it still felt way too early, considering how late we'd finally fallen asleep.
"Need you, red," Ben murmured.
The rhythmic movement of his body against me stopped and then I felt his warm hand enfold mine on his chest. He pulled it slowly down the length of his bare torso, under the sheets and then wrapped my fingers around his erection. With an arch of his hips and the stroke of his hand above mine, the rhythm started up again next to my cheek.
I smiled. I couldn't help it. He was incorrigible.
"You're shameless. Haven't you had enough?" My voice still sounded sleepy, but my mind was anything but.
"Nah-uh," he mumbled increasing the speed of my hand on his body.
He'd made love to me two more times since the shower episode. And it was still dark when we fell asleep. I opened my eyes now and took in the soft morning glow filtering in through the high window behind the bed head, above the mirror in the bathroom area. We'd probably only managed a couple of hours sleep, it wasn't nearly bright enough to indicate more yet.
"You're insatiable," I whispered, laying a kiss against the side of his chest, right above the spiral tribal tattoo.
"You. In my bed," is all he managed to get out, before he reached over and picked up a brightly coloured foil package, handing it to me. Then gently urged my head down his body with his other hand, clearly wanting my lips to replace our hands.
I'd never met anyone like Ben Tamati before. When you looked at him, you thought that was all that made up the man. Confident, yes. Capable, definitely. Controlled, absolutely. But there was more to the man who hid in shadows. A hunger and passion that I doubted he showed too many people. I should know. I'm much like him. You think you see me, but the real me is so deeply hidden, that it's an utter surprise when she peeks out now and then.
Ben had a way of making the real me peek out. I was thinking, maybe I had a way of making the real him peek out too.
And right now, seeing his desire, his need, and his ability to reach for what he wants, I kind of liked the real Ben Tamati. I found him refreshing, liberating. The epitome of free.
I glanced at the condom package in my hand, noting it said 'fruit burst' on the outside.
"Fruit burst?" I muttered, receiving a rumbling chuckle through Ben's body in reply.
"Thought I'd surprise you with a tasty breakfast, red," Ben murmured behind me.
I'd never tried flavoured condoms before, but the idea felt titillating. And there was a part of me dying to know what fruit flavour 'fruit burst' actually was. Having had suitable practice last night, I tore open the foil cover and rolled the condom into place. My first lick of the head of his arousal answered my curiosity.
"Raspberry," I whispered against his length. "No, maybe strawberry," I corrected, my fingers still circling the base and firmly stroking up the side of his straining erection.
Ben's hips rocked. "Do you want some cream to go with that?" he asked. I just about choked on my mouthful.
Turning an arched brow at him, I demanded, "Do you want me to do this or not?"
His responding laughter, making his entire frame rock with mirth, made me smile. I couldn't help it, before I managed to turn back to my goal I was chuckling.
"There it is," Ben whispered. "You laughin' in my bed. Knew it would sound good."
I sucked in a breath, realised how much I was enjoying myself with Ben, and then got down to business.
He groaned at my renewed focus and touch, arched his back and rose his hips begging for me to get on with my taste test personally. I smiled, swirled my tongue around the tip, then flicked it across the surface making him gasp. His hands fisted into my hair, a soft scrunch of the strands and then the warmth of his palms cupping my head.
"I can take care of you too, red," he rasped, smoothing a hot hand down my spine to curve around my hip. He nudged me gently, encouraging me to turn completely, bringing my hips up to his end of the bed. Wetness pooled between my thighs at the imagery he created in my mind.
I've never been a particularly adventurous person. But with Ben I wanted to try it all.
I lifted my leg and settled my body on top of his. Two large hands grabbed my hips on either side and pulled me up his body, positioning me exactly where he wanted me to be. I felt incredibly exposed, kneeling above him. But then he was certainly exposed beneath my lips and tongue and teeth.
His hands rubbed circles on the sides of my thighs, as his hips jerked up off the bed when my teeth brushed the edges of the head of his cock. I soothed the spot with my tongue and felt his fingers dig into the flesh of my butt cheeks. Then he ran them lightly over my rear and down the backs of my thighs, until I felt him part my folds. Cool air stroked my centre letting me know he'd bared me completely for his perusal.
I moaned around my mouthful at the erotic thought of him simply taking me all in.
"You're wet," he husked beneath me. "And so fuckin' beautiful," he added.
I waited for him to do something, to touch me, to lick and suck. Even to just to say something more. But for several torturous moments he simply stared. The only sounds were those I was making sucking him off.
I shifted my hips, wiggled my butt encouragingly, then brazenly lowered myself closer to his mouth.
"You want somethin'?" he asked, humour lacing his words.
A popping sound, as I released him from between my lips, preceded my words. "You said you'd take care of me," I pointed out, a little miffed. But in a good way.
He chuckled, the rumble vibrating through my chest as it rested on his stomach.
"What do you want, red?" he asked, deep and sexy rough voice. "You want my fingers? How many can you take? One? Two? I bet your hungry pussy could manage three. Want me to prove it?"
Oh God, yes please! I kept my lips sealed around his cock, refusing to beg anymore than necessary.
A single tip of a finger ran up the centre of my folds.
I jerked, moaned and felt myself get wetter.
The finger swept back down, swirled around my clit, but didn't actually touch it.
More wetness pooling between my thighs, above his face. It would have to be dripping by now.
Several seconds passed, where I had to focus on what was beneath
my
fingers in order to endure the wait for another of his touches. It was... excruciating. The mixture of pleasure under my tongue with the fierce ache between my legs. I decided to take back a little control and licked down the side of his erection to suckle on one of his sacs.
I was rewarded with one single digit being pushed so very slowly into my depths. But as soon as he was fully seated, knuckle deep within, he stopped all further movement. I licked back up his sex, then down the other side to his neglected sac, sucking it gently between my lips.
His finger pulled out, a second was added, and then inch by inch pushed back inside.
Stop.
My eyes crossed, lids closed of their own accord and it took everything in me not to rock my hips and seek the friction I craved.
I released my mouthful and nibbled up the side of his cock, swirled my tongue around the tip, tasting sweet strawberry all over again, and then teeth softly grazing, took him in as far as my gag reflex would allow. There was still several inches of his sex outside my mouth, but more inside than I had managed before.
My reward was a pump of his two fingers, a thumb swipe over my clit, and then his hand was suddenly gone.
My knees began to shake. I pulled back to the tip of his erection with my lips, sucked hard around the head, and then took him deeper still.
Three fingers stretched me wide, the friction it created making me moan around his cock and somehow take him even deeper. His hips rocked up forcing more length inside. I took everything he gave me, hungry for more.
We both stopped. His cock deep inside my mouth. His fingers deep inside my core.
"Fuckin' hell, you're a turn-on," he whispered, hot breath washing my sensitive skin.
I hummed my answer, received a jerk of his sex in my mouth and then the dam broke.
I hungrily sucked his length down as he pumped his fingers into me and added his tongue at my swollen nub. The angle meant he stretched me open further, the base of his fingers rubbing by my rear, the tip finding that elusive G-spot inside. He pounded against it, while he somehow managed to suckle my clit at the same time.
Light started exploding behind my eyelids, yet I wasn't quite ready to let go. His hips rocked in time to my hips grinding. The tip of his cock repeatedly knocked on the back of my throat and I still wanted more. He started making little grunting sounds that reverberated through my sex, my moans joined in, no doubt doing the same to his sex. I had never had such an intense sexual encounter such as this. Such an open and honest give and take. Nothing else existed, but his hard length inside my mouth, and my taste on his tongue and wetness on his fingertips.
I wanted us both to come like this and I prayed he was game for that too.
I felt it building, getting closer and closer. His cock swelled beneath the condom, beneath my lips and tongue. I moaned and ground back against his mouth and fingers, seeking the elusive push that would send me over that promising edge. His hand, not pumping into me, cupped my butt, and then his thumb slipped between the cheeks and pushed at the entrance there.
Holy shit, I had never had anyone touch me
there
before and for a moment everything stopped. And then he flicked the three fingers inside me finding the exact right spot, sucked hard against my clit and pushed his thumb just inside my rear.
I exploded. There was no other word for it. The world came apart in a dizzying array of colours and sparks. My body spasmed so violently, a flood felt like it was gushing right through my core. I heard Ben groan an erotic sound behind me, that rocked through my entire frame. He continued to suck and pump and play
there
eking out more and more until I felt utterly boneless and entirely sated.
And then I felt him swell further, his hips raise up off the bed and he shouted-
moaned
into my thigh as hot liquid filled the tip of the condom while I continued to suck and stroke him until he was spent.
I collapsed down along the length of him, letting his sex slip from my mouth with a gentle kiss, and closed my eyes enjoying the sensation of weightlessness. Savouring the taste of the condom, the feel of him beneath my lips. Celebrating another moment of
free
.
"Fuckin' hell," Ben whispered beneath me. "You're a fuckin' firecracker," he said, kissing the side of my thigh. My lips spread in a smile against the skin of his leg, my tongue came out lazily and licked the salty sweat off his skin.
Then suddenly I was rolled off him, he somehow turned himself around, disposed of the condom in the process, and then was covering my frame - our heads to the bottom of the bed, his leg slipping between mine, his body down my side. He rested on one elbow above me, and lifted his other hand to push my hair off my face. I noticed it shook slightly. His eyes were a dark chocolate colour, his face serious, but not that mask he so often wears.
He licked his lips, his eyes darting down to my mouth. His head followed, dipping down slowly, eyes now target locked on mine, and then with one sweep of his tongue along the bottom lip of my mouth, I reached up and clasped a hand behind his neck and pulled him down. Our lips locked, our tongues tangled, our tastes entwined. We both moaned. He was musk and me and him and sex and everything erotic and sensual that I was beginning to expect from the man. He was perfect.
Moments passed, maybe lifetimes, I'm not sure, but everything else disappeared except him. The kiss. The noises of contentment he made. The feel of his thigh rubbing intimately between my legs. The press of his returning erection against my hip. The man was a machine in bed, but
what
a machine he was.
Eventually he pulled back and just looked at me, a contemplative expression replacing the lustful one of before. I blinked up at him, trying to make out his thoughts. It was impossible. Ben Tamati may have shown a part of himself he rarely let known, but there were still so many facets to this man.
I guess a bit like me.
"You gonna stay in my bed today?" he eventually asked.
"I should phone my boss and let her know I'm OK." If I was staying for a while longer - and I certainly wanted to stay a while longer now - I needed to return to my cover. I couldn't hide out for three days in Ben's home. He had work to do, no doubt, and I had to keep active to save myself from melting down. Just because every warning signal I'd had recently
hadn't
been Roan McLaren, didn't mean he still wasn't out there, trying to hunt me down.