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  I lay there before him, naked, and I was already wet between my legs as I anticipated claiming his cock as my own.

  He climbed back on top of me and kissed me hard on the mouth. He began trailing kisses down my jaw line and slowly down my neck. The sensation of his lips against my skin was exhilarating. The softer the kiss, the more goose bumps appeared on my skin. As he kissed his way down to my breasts, his hand went between my legs and he rubbed his fingers against my clit. Pleasure coursed through me, and I moaned.

  “Oh baby, you’re already wet. God, that’s incredible.”

  I smiled up at him. “Ben, I want you so badly. My body wants you—it knows what’s coming.”

  “Be patient, baby. I want to take my time with you.” His mouth found my nipples and sucked on them. He sucked, nipped, and flicked my nipples with his tongue, and I arched my back in ecstasy.

  “Please, Ben, fuck me. Put your cock inside me right now.”

  “Oh, I love when you beg like that. But I’m not ready.”

  He continued to trail kisses down my stomach and around my navel. Goose bumps popped up all over my skin. He made his way all the way down to my pussy. He spread my legs wide and admired my pussy, open and waiting for him. He looked like he wanted to gobble me up right then and there.

  “You look so good. And I know you taste even better.” He bent down then and licked me from one end to the other. I moaned loudly. He sucked on my clit and nipped it gently. He stuck two fingers into my pussy and started pumping. I cried out, feeling the buildup of an orgasm. He was incredible and I couldn’t get enough of him. I didn’t think I could ever get enough of Ben, and he was about to make me cum with just his fingers and mouth.

  “Baby, please put your cock in me. I need it.”

  “Not until you cum in my mouth.”

  That’s all it took for my orgasm to unleash and give him exactly what he asked for. I had never had someone talk to me so dirty before, but I loved the eroticism of it. It added to the already scorching chemistry the two of us shared. There was just something about Ben that drove me crazy—I wanted to be pleased by him in every way possible. He felt incredible inside of me.

  “Fuck me now, Ben, fuck me.” He pushed his cock deep inside of me, stretching my pussy. “Oh god, you feel good. Your cock… it’s so big and so hard, baby. I love it.”

  He groaned at my words, and I knew I was driving him crazy. He pushed in deeper and pumped me slowly before he picked up the pace a little. He was huge and I ached even more now that he was inside of me. He touched every nerve inside of me, and I moaned loudly as he picked up the pace. I wrapped my legs around him and lifted my hips to meet each thrust of his hard cock.

  “Your pussy is so wet, Katie. You feel incredible.”

  “God, Ben, I’m going to cum again.”

  He pumped faster, burying his cock inside of me as an intense orgasm rocked me to the core. I cried out his name as waves of pleasure came over me.

  I was gasping as he slid out of me. I hated him being gone.

  “I think it’s my turn to fuck you, Ben.”

  “Ohh sweetheart, I like the sound of that.”

  He lay out onto the bed, and it was my turn to climb on top of him. Before I impaled myself on his cock, I bent down and took him in my mouth. I could taste my juices on his cock, and it turned me on even more. I sucked on him hard as I swirled my tongue along his shaft.

  “Katie, I love the way you suck my cock. You’re so good at it, baby.” He was groaning underneath me, and it was making me crazy.

  He pulled me up and off his cock. I put myself in position to ride his cock and then sat down on it. He went in deep, and I gasped with him inside me. I began riding him slowly at first, taking my time. I would slowly slide off until he was almost out of me, and then I went down fast. He groaned with every thrust I made, and then I picked up the pace. I rode his cock hard until I was sure he was going to cum, then slowed down the pace. I wasn’t ready for him to cum yet—I still wanted to have more fun. I continued to fuck him slowly, looking down into his eyes. I always found it rare for a man to make eye contact with his lover—sex was so intimate that at times it could be overwhelming for men. That was my experience anyway.

  But Ben was different, and I loved that about him. We were different together, a better couple than most. He looked me dead in the eyes, and the heat that I saw in them drove me crazy. But it wasn’t just heat that I saw there, just like what we were doing was no longer just sex. Something had changed between us a long time ago, and it would never be the same again. Whether or not we were ready for the change would be something that we would discover together at a later date. For the time being, we would enjoy what we had and see where it led us. Not that I didn’t already know—I would marry that man, and sooner rather than later.

  I went back and forth between a slow drawn-out fuck and then riding his cock hard. I could tell by the look on his face that I was driving him crazy, but I loved every moment of pleasing him and I was going to draw it out as much as I could.

  “My turn, baby.”

  I smiled down at him and nodded. I lifted myself off his cock and regretted it immediately. I needed him inside of me at all times. I craved his cock like an addict craved drugs. I wanted to have him inside me now, not in a few seconds, but now.

  He moved me into position so that I was lying partially on my side, resting on my forearm and hip. He got off the bed and stood up behind me, like a variation of a doggy-style position. I loved doggy-style; not only was it a deep fuck, but I also liked when Ben had control of fucking me. It made me feel powerless to his every whim, which turned me on intensely.

  He pushed his cock inside of me, and I gasped with pleasure.

  “Oh yes, baby, that feels so good.” I moaned with every thrust he gave me. He was deep and felt fantastic. He started off slow—agonizingly slow—but then he pushed in harder and faster. He pounded into my pussy, causing me to cry out in pleasure. It felt so good, and I wanted him to fuck me like that all night.

  “Oh god, Ben, I'm going to cum again.”

  “Yes, baby, cum all over my cock, darling. I want to feel you. Don’t hold back.”

  I exploded onto his cock as he continued to pound my pussy. As soon as one wave of orgasm passed, another followed suit. Multiple orgasms? This was truly my lucky day.

  He fucked me really good, and I could not have asked for a better sexual partner. It was like he had my body mapped out and knew exactly what to do to get me to lose my mind.

  “Ben, cum with me.”

  “You want me to cum, baby?”

  “God yes, I want you to pump me full of cum, baby. Please give it to me.”

  He groaned as he fucked me hard, pushing his cock into me deeper and deeper. He cried out as his own orgasm rocked him into me. He spilled into me, and his rocking slowed down as he brought himself down from the orgasm.

  “God, that was good,” I whispered.

  “I would definitely have to agree with you on that one.”

  He pulled out of me, and I collapsed on the bed. He followed suit and lay down on the bed beside me. I curled up into his chest and kissed it. He had the musky scent of a man who had sweated, doing a good job of fucking his woman.

  “Mmmmm, I liked that,” I murmured.

  16

  Chapter Sixteen

  Katie

  I awoke suddenly from the dream and felt empty inside. I turned to find that I was in the arms of my husband, Matt. I had been having the same dream about Ben for weeks, and I needed it to end. It was slowly driving me insane. Dreaming about Ben made me feel more alone than ever. I hated it, in fact. It was the last thing that I wanted to do, and I didn’t understand why I kept having the same dream. It was a little humiliating, to say the least.

  Matt and I had been married now for almost six months. I had expected our marital bliss to last so much longer—why wouldn’t it? But things had not been going well between us, and I wasn’t sure what to do about it. I couldn
’t figure out why things were falling apart for us, but it had happened rather quickly. Too quickly. Then the dreams started occurring, and I had to believe it was because my happiness was disappearing. It just made me wonder if I had really made the right decision all those months ago. Maybe I should have chosen Ben and believed in the spark we had. I just hadn’t expected my marriage to start falling apart so soon, or ever for that matter. I had every reason to believe that we were a good match, and we loved each other, so what was happening to us?

  Matt and I had been happy—blissfully so—for a while, which was why things were so confusing to me. After the wedding, we had gone on our honeymoon and had the time of our lives. It had been one adventure after another, and I had loved every moment I had spent with him. Upon our return, we made arrangements for me to move into his studio apartment, and things were official. We quickly fell into a routine together, and I couldn’t have been happier about it.

  At first, it had been a little bittersweet for me to leave my own apartment; there were so many memories there. Not to mention it was the first real thing I had of my own, that I had acquired on my own. Selling it was not only a sign of a fresh start for my future, but also an end of an era, and that’s what made me sad. I was so used to being on my own, happily independent, and now things were just different.

  Despite having to sell my apartment and move in with Matt, I had been ecstatic about the future. Who knew what was in store for us? My business was doing well, and we were newlyweds. Although I had moved into his studio apartment, we weren’t planning on staying there. I had always wanted a home of my own, a house to raise a family in. Once we returned, we had started to make arrangements to find the home of our dreams. Matt hired a real estate agent, and the hunt was on.

  It didn’t take long at all before we had found a great place in the country. It was quite the grand colonial structure, the kind of home I had always dreamed of living in. It even came with a guesthouse in the back so people could come and stay with us and we would still have our own privacy. There were a lot of acres to the property and the backyard was built for entertaining guests. The best part of the home was the studio inside that I could use for my designs. There would be times that I wouldn’t have to drive into the city; I could just work from home. I could create without distraction and have my designs come to life in the comfort of my own home.

  I lay in bed thinking about when we had moved into our home and how happy we had been together. I felt sad thinking that I may have made a huge mistake. After we had moved into the house, we were blissfully in love for about a month before things started to change between us. I shook my head as I thought about it. Just a month. Maybe I had been a fool after all to get married so quickly, without any thought to how well we really knew each other. Yes, we fell in love quickly, but would that love last a lifetime? I was no longer sure of that.

  I wasn’t sure exactly when the change had suddenly occurred. One day, things were different. It was a little bizarre. It wasn’t as if we’d had a huge fight. Nothing major even happened; things were just different for us.

  When I married Matt, I didn’t question my love for him. He’d made me happy, and I had wanted to marry him. He was the perfect man, if there was such a thing. He was attentive and kind, and he bent over backward for me. I couldn’t dispute the fact that he treated me like a goddess, which was really nice. I never felt scared around him; in fact, he always made me feel safe. Not only that but we had a fulfilling sex life, so things between us certainly had been off to a good start.

  We had a good union, and although it wasn’t that crazy feeling I used to get with Ben, it was built off something good and pure. It was enough for me—I could have done that my whole life. Yes, life had been pretty spectacular for a while. Unfortunately, those happy feelings didn’t stay. I felt sick to my stomach thinking about how we’d gotten to this sad point.

  Things had changed so much between Matt and I over the past few months that I found my mind drifting back to Ben and what might have been. I knew it was wrong and that I should be focusing on Matt, but he was really making it hard for me to do so. Matt had changed. I couldn’t quite put my finger on it, but there was definitely something off about him. In fact, there were times where I barely recognized the man I had married, and that scared me more than anything. It was too soon for us to be having these kinds of problems in our marriage. Wasn’t the honeymoon stage supposed to last a whole year? Matt clearly hadn’t gotten that memo because things between us started to change almost immediately.

  It made me wonder if Ben had been right when he told me that Matt was just trying to lock me down so he didn’t lose me. Could that have been possible? I didn’t even want to think about anything like that, and yet Matt had changed drastically since we married. Had it all been an act? Again I couldn’t be sure because I couldn’t pinpoint when the changes had occurred, which made the situation all the more frightening. How could I have been so wrong about someone I loved so much? My judgment was rarely off when it came to meeting new people. In fact, it was usually on point. There wasn’t a time I’d dated someone who I wasn’t sure of from the beginning. Yet, I had managed to marry a man that I was beginning to believe I didn’t know at all.

  Then there was Ben, the man I had always loved. I had turned my back on him because he had seemed such a flake at the time. He couldn’t seem to make a decision about us, and it had driven me insane. If only he had come to me long before and expressed his love. Things might have been different. Or maybe it was my fault all along for not accepting his love when he finally did give it to me. I was so torn up inside wondering where I had gone wrong and whether or not I had chosen the right man.

  But the fact remained that things had gone sour between Matt and I, and I wasn’t sure that it could be reversed. We’d had a perfect marriage together for about a month. We had gone to all sorts of lavish parties and events, giving off the impression that we were the perfect couple, and we were. Or at least I had thought so. Matt often had to make appearances at football games, and I had reveled in the excitement and energy of those games. It had been thrilling to see his life, to learn how his job worked. Together we had made one hell of a great team. Then one day out of the blue everything just changed.

  Matt started asking me questions about Ben. At first it had taken me off guard, and then it became worrisome. The questions made him angry, and the answers rarely satisfied him. He wanted to know everything about our relationship even though I had insisted to him that none of it mattered any longer. Matt wanted to know why we had ended our relationship and how long we had been together. He even wanted to know how many times we’d had sex together. I had scoffed at those questions, but it only made him believe I was trying to hide things from him. I couldn’t understand his obsession with one of my past lovers; it all seemed to come out of nowhere.

  When the questions became too personal, I refused to answer them, which would completely set him off. I insisted that my past with Ben shouldn’t matter to him and that he was obsessing over it for nothing. Matt was sure that I was still hung up on my ex, even though I had not seen or heard from Ben since he had shown up at my apartment the night before the wedding. It was madness, and his accusations were starting to eat away at our relationship.

  I had begged Matt to drop it all and allow us to be happy without worrying about the past, but he just couldn’t seem to let it go. There would be times when he never spoke of it, and I’d think he’d finally let it go, but then it would creep back in and the next thing I knew he would be asking me questions all over again. The process had become exhausting for me. His insecurities over Ben were destroying our marriage.

  The badgering from Matt became so hostile that I started canceling event invitations and avoiding galas altogether. I worried that on one of those occasions I would end up running into Ben while I was with Matt and there would be a scene. I couldn’t even think of anything more embarrassing, and I wanted to avoid it at all costs. I had seen Ben a f
ew times on the news in the past few months, and his philanthropy crusades were well known in the city. There would be a good chance of running into him if I went to an event. Seeing Ben on the news made me wonder if Matt had seen him around as well. Maybe the fact that Ben was so visible in the media had sparked Matt’s curiosity on the subject. It was obvious, however, that my husband didn’t trust me one bit, and that was something I had a hard time living with.

  In the end, I had been completely honest with Matt about the relationship I’d had with Ben, in the hopes that he would finally be able to let it go. I just wanted us to be happy, and I had hoped that once he knew everything he would come back to me in the way that he used to. Unfortunately, as I had suspected before, it only made the situation worse. I had been trying ever since to make him happy and to forget that there was ever another man. It wasn’t like I had cheated on him, so I felt his anger toward the situation was completely unwarranted.

  I was waiting for Matt to return home from work. I had some exciting news to share with him, and I hoped that it would change everything between us. That was all I wanted, to get my marriage back on track and have the love of my life back. If things didn’t change soon we would be finished. I couldn’t live that way. I hadn’t done anything wrong, and yet I felt like I was being punished for something.

  I was in the kitchen whipping up some salmon with a salad for dinner when Matt came through the door from work. He stepped into the kitchen, and he smiled warmly when he saw me. It made me feel like maybe things were going to be okay. I always loved his smile, especially when it was directed at me. It looked like we might have a good night after all.

  “Katie, you look ravishing. How was your day, my dear?”

  I smiled as he came around the kitchen island to kiss me on the lips. “My day was wonderful, thank you. Things are going well in the studio. My new designs are almost ready to showcase, and I was able to get home on time to make my special man a delicious dinner.”