Every inch of Frida's body shuddered in anticipation at those words. It was the most intimate and sexy thing anyone had ever said to her. She gasped, but she barely had time to take another breath when Benny was already kissing her deeply and passionately. Her belly contracted in pleasure. He said that he would make love to her, and simply with those words he already had her weak and melted.
In one swift motion, Benny ran one hand under her legs and another held her tightly behind her back to lift her up. Frida wrapped her arms around his neck instantly, not wanting to miss contact. The weight of her body did things to him. He would take her to his room, to his bed and show her how beautiful it could be.
Benny placed a sweet kiss on her forehead, walking down that hallway that seemed to protect them from the outside world. He had to stop for a moment when she showered kisses on his jaw, she was so tender and hot at the same time, how could that be possible? "Frida..." he muttered close her lips. Frida smiled at him, caressing his chin as they moved further. His lips were tempting her to get lost on them, the way he pronounced her name was exquisite.
With a push of his foot, Benny opened the door to his room. He thanked himself for leaving the door ajar, it saved him work. The place would have been dark if it weren't for the light coming from the outside, yet it was barely illuminated. Careful, almost if he had the finest piece of the world in his hands, Benny helped Frida on her feet. He took a moment to contemplate her there, standing in his bedroom. The lipstick had disappeared long ago, her eyes were shining and she was, well, she was just splendid. Delicately, Benny reached out his hand to caress her cheek with a finger. Frida closed her eyes and parted her lips. Divine.
"You are so beautiful." He said almost to himself. Her bright green eyes came to life and shake him ever harder. Benny promised himself to go slow, she deserved the gentlest version of himself.
The shore of her lips was curved in a smile that was debated between shyness and flirtation. Frida stepped closer and cupped his face, studying his features under the scarce light coming from the hall. "And you. You are a beautiful man." She took another step and kissed him sweetly, feelings his hands wrapping her waist instantly, as a magnet would.
They kissed with no hurry, with longing and a new passion that until a few moments had been forbidden to respond to. But no more waiting. Their bodies shouted to consolidate that fire that increased day by day; With each look, with each caress, with each call, with each smile, with each text, with each kiss. He wanted her since the night he met her, even if the idea of conquer her was ruled out at knowing she was taken, even then he was a fool. The desire he felt for her right at this moment couldn't be compared with anything in the world, now it contained a basis, a meaning, it wasn't just lust or a night whim. Frida needed human warmth, Benny wanted to give her warmth, his warmth.
Benny lowered his hand just a bit, not sure how far go, not wanting to scare her with his haste. Instead, he went up, traveling to her back at the same time he left her mouth to spread kisses on her jaw and neck. Frida threw her head back, closing her eyes, letting him work on her. She caressed his neck and shoulders, not wanting to let him go. "Benny..." her voice sounded as one of a woman running a marathon, already affected.
"Tell me if you want me to stop, and I will." He muttered in her ear, inhaling the smell of her hair.
Frida cupped his face one more time to be able to look into his eyes. When they connected, she knew where her place was. "No. I don't want you to stop." Her left hand rested on his chest, going up and down. Benny held his breath and she witnessed her power on him. That filled her with courage. With shaking fingers, she found the upper button of his shirt, it'd been years since the last time she did this, it felt like the first time. A skin path subtly covered by hair appeared under the fabric and the desire to see more arose voraciously. The second button, the third... Frida looked up at him, with a clear silent question; is this way right?
