Big Ben

7. Becoming A Couple

***SMUT!!!!***

As we kissed, his hand slipped up under my shirt and he rubbed all over my chest, stomach and sides. His hands were rough from years of hard work, but his touch was surprisingly gentle. He ran his thumbs over my nipples and they stiffened into hard little peaks. My body shuddered under his touch and I whimpered softly.

He moved down to my neck and began kissing and sucking and I nearly came undone. I moaned quietly as shivers ran up and down my spine.

"Umh... Ben..."

He pulled away from me and looked down at me. His green eyes glistened and twinkled.

"Benji, you're so beautiful," he whispered as he tenderly stroked my cheek. "I know I'm not a catch," he said. "And not that great to look at... but if you give me a chance, I can make you happy, Benji. I promise. I'll take care of you."

"Ben, you're a great catch. You're the nicest, most generous and caring man I've ever met. And I think you're so sexy. And when you smile or laugh, you're so handsome. I see how beautiful you are inside and outside."

I reached up and ran my hand over the back of his head to his face. He kissed my fingers and when he looked at me, I saw tears in his eyes.

"Do you want to go to my bedroom?" I whispered.

He got up and pulled me off the couch and took my hand and we walked into my bedroom. I turned on the lamp on the dresser and turned around and looked up at him. He leaned down and kissed me. I reached between us and slowly unbuttoned his shirt. He lifted my shirt over my head and let it drop onto the floor.

I pushed his shirt off his shoulders and let it fall behind him. I grabbed his tank and pulled it out of his waistband and pulled it up. He took over when I couldn't reach and dropped it behind him.

"Oh, wow. You're so big and hairy," I said. I tentatively reached out and touched his chest. His broad muscular chest was covered in dark auburn fur. It was soft to the touch and it tickled the nerves in my fingers sending shivers up and down my spine. His right arm had a large tattoo of the Marines emblem and I ran my fingers over it.

He groaned as he ran his hands over my body. "You're so smooth, baby."

He frowned when he ran his hands over my rib cage. "You don't get enough to eat."

I blushed in embarrassment and dropped my head. He lifted my chin with his finger. "I'm gonna take care of you. You won't ever go to bed hungry again."

I buried my face in his chest and hugged him tight, squeezing my eyes shut to keep from crying. He held me and peppered my head with light kisses. I looked up at him and he kissed me hungrily and his hands moved to my belt. He quickly undid my pants and let them drop to the floor. I stepped out of them and kicked them behind me. I tried not to feel self-conscious standing in front of him dressed only in my maroon-colored Fruit of the Loom briefs and socks.

As he kissed all along my neck, I reached for his leather belt and unbuckled it and then unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans. They were a little snug and I gave them a tug down so that they fell around his ankles. I looked down and did a double take when I saw the size of the bulging tent in his boxer shorts.

I marveled at his big body. He was built like a tank. I ran my hands over his belly. It was soft and round and covered in hair. Underneath that soft layer, I could feel hard muscles.

I turned the blankets and sheet down and crawled onto the bed. I pulled off my socks and tossed them onto the floor. My bed was only a twin size and his 6'6", 300 pound body filled up most of it as he moved in next to me and cuddled up close.