What I Miss About You

Freefall - Natalie

I was drying my hair in Ben's bedroom, hoping and praying I wasn't being presumptive. All through this day while we were poking through the doctor's house, having dinner with him and listening to his stories, all I could think about was last night and coming back here with Ben and doing it again. Please, I prayed, let him still want me. Please don't let him regret last night.

When I heard footsteps at the doorway and turned to see him standing there with two glasses of wine, I inwardly sighed with relief. I smiled at him shyly, rubbing the damp strands of my hair and looking down self-consciously at my attire: shorts and an old, soft cotton camisole that I'd had for years. I wished then and there I had thought to bring my short blue and green floral silk kimono, but then again, I hadn't known Ben would be looking at me like he was now.

I lowered my arms, holding the towel modestly in front of my thighs. "Is that what I've been craving all night?" I asked, not able to meet his eyes, pointing to the glasses he held.

Ben came towards me and held one out, eyebrow raised guilelessly. "You tell me," he said smirking, his voice a deep rumble that I felt all the way down to my toes.

I took the glass and Ben set his own glass aside and reached for my towel and pulling it away, eventually tossing it to the floor. I took a sip as Ben lowered his lips to my throat. I moaned softly, as the wine and his kisses filled my senses, sending waves of heat all through me. I turned my head to look him in the eyes.

"Ever since last night, I've been thinking of this happening again, in more ways than I can count and most of the ways would probably embarrass you if I told you," I said breathlessly.

His warm breath caressed my neck making me shiver. "Tell me anyway," he ordered in a whisper.

I let out long sigh of pleasure as his nose nuzzled my hair and his lips skated over the skin of my throat and collarbone. So I told him what I wanted. In aching detail while my cheeks burned in embarrassment and Ben listened intently to me spelling out every fantasy I had ever had about him...going all the way back to the day we met. I turned away from him, took another fortifying sip of wine, and sat on the edge of the bed as I talked some more, hardly believing the words that were pouring out of my lips. Ben followed me but didn't sit beside me. Instead, he knelt on the floor at my feet, his large hands and arms bracketing my hips, his dark, intense eyes studying my face as I spoke. I reached out and threaded my fingers through his dark, silky waves as he bent his head to my lap, kissing me softly on each of my thighs. I closed my eyes and tilted my head back. I was done talking.

I pulled his head to my abdomen and leaned into him. He planted kisses along the strip of exposed skin between my waistband and the hem of my camisole. When he lifted his head, I pulled him by his shirt up to me and slowly leaned towards him, stopping just shy of his lips. 

I waited and let him claim me in a slow, possessive kiss, his hands cradling my neck and jawline. Only then did I let my eyelids flutter closed, blocking out the light of a full hunter's moon streaming into the room. I felt him gently pulling me down with him onto the floor. His mouth moved over mine, claiming me as his own, holding me a willing captive in the cradle of his arms.

Then I felt him turn me around, assisting me to my hands and knees, intent on fulfilling one of my fantasies, and I grinned in anticipation. I felt the warmth of him moving over me, the shelter of his body finally covering mine, warm and welcome, and an inexplicable thrill shot through me. His kiss found the back of my neck, his tongue, soft and coaxing as he slipped inside my ear and all around the shell of it, whispered sweet nothings that made me clench in pleasure.

I was flushed and breathless. Ben would not rush and this knowledge filled me with a surge of anticipation and excitement. I could lose myself in his touch, his dark gaze, and his kisses, the way he utterly consumed me. It was both sweet and primal and I never felt more like I belonged to someone in my entire life.