Fate || BENNIFER

Only Us

Jennifer's P.O.V

There was no convenient darkness this time, no perfectly timed situation, but there was an empty bed and the wonderful view of the mountains gleaming with the noon sun on the other side of the panoramic window wall.

We had just crossed the door of that impressive hotel room, greeted by the luxurious atmosphere and the sweet fragrance of freshly cut flowers filling the air. And as eager as we were to take a look around, the urge to have each other was stronger. We had been waiting so long to be alone, without kids, and now we couldn't keep our hands off each other.

With a sense of urgency, we immediately started undressing each other. But in our haste, we were fumbling and clumsy, tripping over our own clothes and laughing at our own awkwardness.

We kissed. My tongue danced against his, and as the kiss went on, the tingle between my legs grew to a warm center of pleasure, and then to an outright ache of need.

Our laughter and eagerness filled the room as we continued to undress each other. We were so caught up in the moment that we barely paid attention to our lack of grace. And still, Ben's way of taking my body fit a fantasy. Mine. Ours. Maybe because the first time he ever touched me with the intent to pleasure, I fell in love.

His fingers hooked around the elastic waist of my underwear sending shivers down my spine, a very very good kind of shiver. I closed my eyes and steadied my suddenly raged breathing. His lips touched my bare stomach. It was just a whisper of a kiss but something collapsed in me. It was a feather-light brush of his mouth against my skin in a place I couldn't quite see. Heat pulsed through my blood from the point where his tongue was driving me mad, my hands cupping his head. Feeling the soft strands of his hair against my sensitive inner thighs was its own provocation. God, yes! I thought as I threw my head back.

And I realized he was working his way up my body, leaving a trail of fire along my torso, one kiss after another. There was a whimper building in my throat begging to break free. I locked my fingers in his hair and I gently pulled him up, onto me, on top of me.

I cried out against his lips. Skin already hot and damp. My legs flexed against his back, urging him closer. With his hips he pulled me along to the edge of sensation. I could hear my thundering heartbeat through the soft moans coming from his lips. His hair wet and pressed down on his forehead. The weight of his body on top of mine was extraordinary.

It was him and me, with unreserved fire and passion, realizing that we'd never have enough. Skin to skin, time and space had no meaning anymore, there was only us.

Ben pulled me in closer, spooning me snugly from behind as we rested against soft pillows.

"This could've been the moment." I said.

"The moment?" His words came out in a soft whisper.

I turned around and faced him, grazing the back of my hand over his cheek. He opened his eyes and we stared at each other.

"We could've made a baby right now... if I weren't already pregnant." I joked.

I smiled and snuggled in closer to him, enjoying the warmth that our bodies had created together, our tender touches and caresses.

"It was pretty good..." He said in a satisfied tone.

"Pretty good?" I asked with a slight tone of pretended indignation in my voice.

"Amazing." He rectified. "We need more getaways like this."

"You mean without kids?" I laughed. "If you know how to do that with a newborn, I'm all ears."

"I'll figure something out." The amusement in his voice told me he didn't believe his own words.

He got up exhibiting his naked body as he surrounded the bed, and I undoubtedly stared. I sat up and brought my knees to my chest. Before getting in the bathroom, he stopped at the threshold and turned to look at me. With his head, he told me to follow him. A huge smile drew on my face.