Young Blood

C h a p t e r T w o

CHAPTER TWO
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His wet tongue is in my mouth before we are even two steps through the door. The warmth that radiates from him is comforting in a way that is hard to understand. I want more of him, I need more of him. Right now. A muffled moan manages to escape my throat as Ben's hands firmly grip my ass. He's needy. I like it. As I glance up at the face of this tower of a man I see his lips in a slight frown, his eyes are blown to a near black and he is staring right at me. He is so concentrated. So focused on me and only me.

Ben moistens his lips with his tongue before saying, "I don't want you to think I am using you," The grip he has on my body loosens and part of me is fearful that he is just going to up and leave, "We're here for sex, I know that..." He pauses, his breathing is staggered as his large hands find my face, "But I want to fucking worship you." As the words leave his mouth I have the primal instinct to just kiss him. The urge is so strong, it's like breathing. I need to do it or I'll die. I bite my lip, something I do when I am indecisive.

"Do it," Ben's whimsical looking eyes flicker down to my lips. The aticipation between us makes the air thick, like being in the dessert, "Kiss me, Amara..." His closeness makes my legs weak at the knees. I want to be the one to initatiate contact, but I also want him to pin me to the wall and do it himself. I want to be taken care of. There is a tenderness behind his touch, but I don't want tenderness. I want to forget everything.

Ben must see the desperation in my eyes because that's when he takes a few steps away from me, doing the exact opposite of what I want and he seems to be enjoying every second of it, "What?" A smirk crawls it's way onto Ben's face, "You don't wanna kiss me?" There is a cockiness to his tone as he pouts out his bottom lip and I toy with the rings on my finger nervously, suddenly embarassed. I was so busy being fixated on his face that I hadn't noticed his fingers tediously unbuckling the belt that's looped around his jeans.

"Take off your clothes." His voice has dropped drastically and my head spins at his sudden demand. Not entirely sure on what to do I briskly walk over to the lamp to flick it off, "No," Ben is suddenly at my side and grabbing my forearm. My eyes widen and my hand finds the taut skin of my neck as I explore the skin there with my fingertips. Another thing I do when I am nervous, "Leave it on." There is a dominance in his voice however his tone remains gentle.

I look at the lamp and then at Ben before my head drops to look down at myself. I've never had sex with the light kept on before, too afraid that men will look at my body- my stomach, and then run for the fucking hills. Ben is the first guy to ever truly want to see me... all of me. I must have been quiet for a really long time because one minute it's silent and the next Ben is kneeling in front of me, catching my eyes.

"Whoever made you feel this way never deserved you anyways," Steadily and with caution his hands come to hover at the waistband of my pants, his eyes flicker at me, looking for approval and I nod, speechless at his kindness, "They never deserved to see all of your beauty," With strong hands he manouvers my pants down my legs, leaving my legs bare and within reach for him to kiss, which he does. He kisses my thighs so gently it feels like a cloud, "They shouldn't have gotten the pleasure to see your gorgeous skin." I step out of my pants as they pool around my ankles. This is so different to what I thought one night stands were meant to be.

As I look down at Ben on his knees in front of me, I feel powerful... I feel different, "Your turn." I tap his shoulder, indicating that I would like him to remove his t-shirt, and he does, with a smile on his face. As the dark fabric is pulled from his body I stare at the toned skin with a doting look, my mind wanders to possibilities that this man isn't real, he seems too perfect. His skin so smooth, enticing me- no, teasing me, to touch it. To kiss it. The more time I take to admire him the quicker I come to notice the scar on the left side of his abdomen.