Fate || BENNIFER

Easy

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Recommendation: Listen to Fire On Fire by Sam Smith before or while reading.
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Jennifer's P.O.V

The silence after leaving a crowded space, an event, a concert, was overwhelming, even more than the noisy place I was coming from. And the truth is silence leaves too much room for thought, and I was a natural overthinker. I was lucky an empty house wasn't what was waiting for me anymore, but I hadn't come to that realization just yet. My mind had been too busy trying to process the awkward moment I had lived on that carpet.

I got out of the car with Benny's help, but I had already given up on the heels, my walk was much easier now. He just looked at me and no words were needed. I smiled, and he nodded. I walked inside with shoes in hand and an inevitable feeling of defeat.

I got lost in his arms the moment they surrounded me, there in his embrace, I felt safe. I felt safe to finally be myself and not have to hide anything. His arms were security, and I felt warm and embraced on every level of myself. His chest rose and fell as he inhaled and exhaled while my head rested on him.

He caressed my face, and his lips brushed mine in a sweet kiss. For a moment, I could only focus on how soft he felt against my mouth, peeking at him every now and then to verify it was really Ben.

"I can't breathe..." I said in a low voice as I tucked in his neck.

"I can fix that." He whispered in my ear.

His hands trailed up my back, and I waited for him to unzip the dress, but instead of that, he made a display of his masculine strength by ripping it open. I gasped in surprise. I was feeling the urge to get out of that dress, but I didn't expect him to do that. Thankfully, the zipper could be fixed.

"I'm sorry." He said.

"You're not." I replied.

"I'm not." He whispered.

I smiled, my heart fluttering as I clasped my hands on either side of his face. He leaned in and kissed me, and at first, I was slow in my response, and then, I was pulling off his shirt. My senses had been seduced, and I could no longer think straight.

Pulling him back into the kiss, he fell restlessly, wrapping his hands tightly around my face, as if he never wanted to let me go. I was distracted by his lips and the passion that burned through them as they inflamed mine.

He took me gently in his arms and graciously carried me upstairs to the bedroom in my ripped dress. He continued to strip me, kissing down my torso as he pulled off my dress, making it fall down on the wooden floor. My eyes met his as he kissed my stomach.

Every second he spent undressing was both a torture and a pleasure to behold. But he crawled on the bed, back to me after what had felt like an eternity. I kissed his lips as if I hadn't kissed them in so long, and I watched him as if I was never going to see him again.

Placing his kisses away from my lips, he kissed my cheek and farther down until he reached my neck.

There was, between us, a weightless, seamless desire. Our bodies remembered clearly how our embrace felt, and yet there was, also, a newness to our union. He kissed me and the world fell away. It was slow and soft, comforting in ways that words could never be. His hand rested below my ear, his thumb caressing my cheek as our breaths mingled.

There was a weird wildness, a wild freedom, like uncontrolled children set free. He slammed his lips to mine and nearly knocked off all air from my lungs. A curious hand wandered up my body, searching until it found comfort in my breasts. A lustful exhale presumed audibly from my lips as I kept my sensual movement along his groin. The intensity of the throbbing heat between my legs grew. I was growing impatient.

Sliding his hand down unto the middle of my stomach, he fiercely pulled me closer. Inching his way back up to me, his face met mine as he slowly leaned in to kiss me. Drowning in his soft kisses, I began to shiver.

I ran my fingers down his spine, pulling him closer until there was no space left between us and I could feel the beating of his heart against my chest.

My palms laid flat on the bed while he moved to settle between my legs. The width of his body caused my shaking legs to open just for him. I breathed on his lips as we joined in a smooth entrance. Uncontrollably, I let out a moan as I writhed beneath him. My eyes closed and then suddenly opened, staring up at him with real helplessness, mixed with hunger and surprise. My arms reached up and tangled around his thick, strong neck, pulling him deep into a spell bounding kiss. I took the thrust. I convulsed a little. I fluttered all over. I arched up into his broad chest, moaning in the contact of his body heat against my own before I drew back into his lips.

I took and met every thrust, and shuddered and collapsed over and over. No words were spoken as he matched my pace, making the heat between my legs to grow warmer and warmer.

He was the most intense thing that had ever happened to me. I loved him. It was as easy as thinking about him the way I had always thought about him. I knew I would never forget the day I fell in love with him, even after so long, it burned in my memory like a recent moment.

That's when the expression "making love" made the most sense, when I lay next to him afterwards, my body suffused with peace, both of us smiling, sometimes laughing. Then we remained right there, quite soundless for so long, simply feeling each other's presence.