His touch— so manly and so firm, so soft and precise, so shuddering and embracing, it moved up her thigh until it reached her hip, then back down again as his mouth molded once more to her tongue as it made its way to taste her interior once again in that kiss that with every passing minute stole her breath more but filled her with life. Frida's hand went up his chest, rubbing the opening of his shirt until she finally felt the heat of his skin under the palm of her hand. The same hand that held his neck to deepen their kiss. It was not enough. Having him this close to her was not enough. She needed to sink into his skin, she needed to lose herself in his body as he had taught her, she needed to make love with madness and passion before this night was over.
"I want you." She murmured as soon as her lungs found air again.
He knew it, very well that he knew it. Benny felt her vibrate in his arms, she craved more and so did he. He left her mouth to descend her jaw; that particular part of her anatomy so fine and well defined that caught him wondering several times if such beauty was possible. He trailed his wet kisses down her neck, all the while she pressed her hand into her hair. "I always want you, baby."
"Benny, please."
It had been a wonderful night, short but absolutely perfect. After the yacht ride, the food and the music, Frida drove to his apartment. Knowing how much she wanted to drive it, Benny let her drive his sport car, so he put GPC on and she had the time of her life by stepping on the accelerator as much as she could. He just delighted as he watched her laugh with adrenaline. She was, without a doubt, the purest soul he had ever met.
They arrived at his apartment but neither of them made any move to get out of the car, on the contrary, the talk began but it didn't last long as the goodbye kisses and caresses began. Although against her will, it was time to say goodbye for tonight, but no one was willing, not when a few hours ago they had promised each other more; more time, more love, a bigger opportunity. Between hope and emotion there was also fragility, and they both tried to keep it away with the heat of their bodies.
Benny blew on her neck, on that weak spot that drove her so crazy. He smiled as he heard her gasp and press against him more. "Do you want to go upstairs?"
"Yeah." Her response was more of a prayer. She already missed him and they were still together. "Wait." Frida grabbed the lapel of his shirt when he tried to back away. She opened her eyes and looked for his; as blue and alive as the sky in spring, they shone for her. Frida licked her lips. She reconsidered; Time kept ticking and, although she could die in that instant if she didn't manage to sink into bed with him, still, she couldn't. She had to go back. "No. No, I can't."
"We could."
"Isn't it too late?"
Benny shrugged. "As long as I am with you, the rest of the world can fuck off."
"Benny." That, despite the dark humor that began to threathen her every time she remembered soon they'd have to part, made her giggle. "You enjoy dragging me to the dark side, don't you?"
"I wouldn't dare to say it's a dark side," he seconded her laugh. "Now, if you prefer to call it that way, okay, I pretty much enjoy it."
"Ha! Got you!"
"Come on." He tightened the vicious grip around her waist a little. His arm was beginning to go numb between her back and the back of the seat, but that detail was irrelevant. "I can't let you go yet."
"No," she cupped his cheek and Benny tilted his head to fit better in her hand. That small gesture meant more than a simple reaction, it meant his trust. "I can't let myself go yet, either."
"We agree on something, I see," Benny kissed her hand.
"We agree on a lot of things."
"Yeah, that's true, too."
