Will You Love Me?

Chapter 35

Ben threw himself next to you on the couch with an exhausted sigh. He put his head in your lap and you started running your fingers through his hair, of course. He hummed in appreciation and closed his eyes. He fell asleep only a few minutes later, but you didn't stop.

He eventually turned himself to where he could bury his face in your stomach, but then ended up somewhere lower. He took a deep breath and let out a deep groan. "Are you wet from me simply falling asleep in your lap?" He huskily asked, while looking up at you with one eye open.

"Don't flatter yourself," you told him. "I keep thinking back to your performance today and how sexy you looked." He growled and said, "Oh, really? And what about me was so sexy?" You were going to answer, but got distracted by him sitting up and moving you so you were laying across the couch.

He straddled your legs and said, "You were saying?" Again, you wanted to answer, but now he was pulling down your sweatpants, which you decided to go commando with tonight. "Oh God," he groaned when he saw no trace of underwear.

"You're sexy when you deduce," you finally told him, afraid of anymore distractions. "I love it when you're an ass because I never really see that side of you. Your hair reminded me of the Halloween party and it got me...excited."

You stopped when his hands went up your shirt and cupped your bare breasts. He gave you a devious smirk and said, "You don't have any panties on because you knew I would be horny at some point tonight and would want to take you against every square inch of this house, especially when the kids are gone, so you decided to spare me an article of clothing I do love to take my time with because I know it frustrates you when I do. Same goes for your bra, but you know I love to suckle and nibble on those perky pink buds before anything, so it was more of a common courtesy towards me. And I also know you decided to wear sweatpants because I can't get enough of looking at that magnificent ass of yours. Such a naughty, yet thoughtful girl."

You could get used to having the house to yourself...

**

That morning, you woke up on the couch, you and Ben both naked as the day you were born with the acceptation of a blanket covering your bodies. You both stretched out your backs from the harsh couch, then proceeded to get ready for work in a matter of minutes.

Ben threw on a pair of jeans and shirt, while you threw on your shirt, sweatpants, and his sweater. "I will need that back eventually," he told you, while smoothing down the soft fabric. You shook your head and told him, "No, I don't think so. I like it too much. It smells like you and I love that." He smiled and kissed you soundly, before taking your hand and walking out the door.

Today was a bit more relaxed because the tension of the first day was gone. It was always easier after the first day, unless something went wrong and it was brought into the next few. Fortunately, that wasn't the case.

Ben was more himself than his character at the start of the morning. You washed his hair and he made inappropriate comments that would surely lead to a promising night, then would proceed to grope you as you walked away to go grab some more shampoo or conditioner.

Martin learned how block you both out and focused on the fact that Mitzy was pulling at his hair a little too hard. "Oi!" He yelped, when she gripped it tight. "Watch it there!" You and Ben both looked over and saw Mitzy glaring at you both.

"Um...you alright there?" You asked her. She nodded, but it wasn't convincing, and then continued with Martin's hair without incident. Truth was, she was getting mad over you and Ben cooing over each other. It was the complete opposite of yesterday, which she has yet to figure out why (even though it's quite obvious).