Chapter 12

12

Grace

I open my eyes and I'm still on Benji's bed.

I must've fallen asleep.

I yawn. Benji is face to face with me.

"Hi," he whispers. "Did you have a nice little nap?"

I groan and rub my eyes. "What time is it?"

"Around three." He winks. "You slept through a small thunderstorm… just a nice steady rain now."

I turn my head to listen to the melodic sound of the rain against the window. I can't help but smile at him. He's so handsome.

"What'd you do? Stop playing your guitar and you've just been here watching me sleep? That's really creepy. You know that?"

In one quick move, his lips are on mine. The kiss grows urgent and Benji groans.

Our limbs tangle in a mess of passion and desire. We break apart long enough for Benji to pull the tank top over my head. I'm braless and Benji swears under his breath. My shorts and panties are the next to go and quickly discarded to the bedroom floor.

My body shivers. I'm hot and cold at the same time.

How is that even possible?

He sits up and pulls the quilt over us and his hands continue to explore my body.

His mouth nibbles on my neck, and he whispers in my ear. "Grace. I should stop. I can't. You don't know what you do to me."

"Don't stop," I urge as I rub my hands down his broad chest.

Only his boxer briefs separate us.

He slides a finger through my folds, and I suck in a breath. It doesn't take but a few strokes and I tremble with my release.

He rolls to his back.

"I don't know what to do," I say as I rub my hand down his chest to his stomach.

"You don't have to. It's okay."

"I want to." I scoot as close to him as I can. "Show me what to do."

"Are you sure?" He turns his head to look at me— his eyes hooded with desire. "You have to be sure."

I nod. "I'm sure."

He ditches the last of his clothing and we're both naked under the quilt with only the light from a small desk lamp. The rain beats gently on the window with only a slight rumble of thunder off in the distance.

He takes my hand and guides me to his erection. His hand wraps around mine as he shows me the pressure and pace he likes.

"Just like that," he whispers. After a few strokes, he pulls his hand away as I continue to caress him.

I can feel the dampness as my hand slides freely up and down his hardness. He arches his head back on the pillow and closes his eyes. His hips squirm and he bites his lip.

"I'm gonna come," he warns.

He barely gets the words out and his erection pulsates with his release which gets on my hand and onto his stomach.

I did that.

He reaches for the tissue box on his nightstand, pulls out a few tissues and hands them to me. I wipe my hand, and he uses the tissue to clean his stomach. He tosses the used tissues into the nearby trashcan.

He lets out a deep sigh. "Thank you," he whispers. He pulls the quilt over us.

I let out a giggle and cover my mouth.

He turns on his side to face me. "What's so funny?"

I shrug. "I don't know… I guess I just can't believe I did… you know… that ."

"Made me come?"

"Yeah."

Benji kisses my nose. "Well, you did." He snuggles into me. "You wanna stay with me?"

I yawn. "Yes."

"Let's get some sleep."

I snuggle into his warm chest, close my eyes, and fall asleep to his steady breaths.

I open my eyes and my back side is pushed up against Benji's front. The room is dark. I barely remember Benji getting up to turn off the lamp. We're still wrapped in the quilt completely naked. Benji's breathing is smooth, his arms are warm and strong, and his erection is pushed against my butt cheek.

I wiggle my rear-end and his grip around my waist tightens.

"Are you awake?" His voice is gravelly from sleep.

I giggle. "No, are you?"

"I'm not, but someone else is," he says as he moves his hardness against me.

"I see that." I loosen his grip and turn to face him. "I want to do more."

He runs his fingers softly through my hair.

"I want to…" I trail off. I don't know what to say. I grip his erection and try to move myself to line up with him.

"Whoa, slow down there." He pulls away. "You sure about that?"

"I'm sure."

"If you're sure, I'll get a condom out." He runs his fingers down the side of my face. "You don't have to. I don't want to push you."

"You're not pushing me. I want you to be my first. I like you." I kiss him. "I trust you."

He turns to the nightstand, opens the drawer and removes the foil package.

I clear my throat. "Hmmm…" I pull the quilt closer to my chest. "What if I don't do it right and it's really bad?"

He chuckles. "Do I look worried?"

"I don't know how to do this. Maybe I'll do it wrong, and you won't like it."

"Oh sweetheart. I wish you knew how fucking adorable you are." He gives me a kiss.

I swallow hard. He reaches for me, and he takes me in his strong arms. My heart pounds and I'm practically lightheaded.

I'm really going to do this.

"Are you scared? Try to relax. I promise I won't hurt you."

I nod. "I know."

My heart is enveloped in his kiss. I lose myself and I'm floating on the clouds. I want this. I want him. He touches me everywhere.

Rolling onto his back, he pulls me on top of him to straddle him.

Holy gnomes!

"Are you sure about this?" Benji studies my face.

I nod. "I'm sure."

He tears open the foil package of the condom, and I move aside and watch in rapture as he rolls it on. He guides me again, so I straddle him.

He lines us up. "Just take your time."

His eyes roll back as I start to move and slowly lower myself. I feel a pinch and I wince.

"Take your time," Benji coaxes as he runs his fingertips down my side. "It's all you."

I get into a rhythm and slowly lower myself, rise, and lower myself again until I'm eventually as far as I can go.

"You're so tight," he croaks.

The pinch finally eases and he moves his hips until every nerve in my body tenses. It's like an electric shock and tiny pulses of pleasure vibrate through me. The pleasure builds and builds until I gasp, and my body convulses.

"Oh… I'm com—" I whimper and my eyes fill with tears as he sees me through my climax.

He grips my hips, and we move in silent ecstasy sans the occasional whimper. I take deep breaths to stop myself from fainting from the pure pleasure.

He spills inside of me with an exaggerated roar.

I roll off him. "Oh my gosh," I exclaim as I try to hold back my tears.

He wraps his arms around me as he gasps for a breath. "Are you crying? Oh shit. Did I hurt you?"

I sniffle. "No." My bottom lip shakes.

"What's wrong? Talk to me."

I wipe away my tears. "I never thought it would be like that. So…"

He runs his fingertips down my face. "So what ?"

I take his hand and lace my fingers with his. "So." I close my eyes tightly. "I'll never forget it."

"I hope I made it good for you, baby."

Baby?

Benji's changed me. He's the ink of the tattoo that I now wear on my heart. I'm just not sure how I'm going to deal with the heartbreak. I know deep down that heartbreak is coming. But for now, every minute of this is mine to enjoy.