Dreams Come True (Austin Carlile/Ben Bruce)

Chapter 27

He wrapped his arms around my waist, and I wrapped mine around his neck. This time he leaned in hesitatingly, I met him halfway. His lips gently touched mine, soft and caring. The fireworks everybody dreams of flew out, and sparks tingled my lips. I stepped back, touching my lips, I hoped I wasn't the only one with this feeling. Ben's eyes remained closed, he stood there then bit his bottom lip. He slowly opened his eyes, they were soothing, melted, yearning. He stepped closer to me, grabbing my waist and pulling me into his hold.

"Randi, I would like to do something with you that I've never done before." His lips whispered against mine.

I closed my eyes, nodding. He picked me up, and carried me to the back of the bus, the large hang out room. The windows were blocked out from a previous party; the couch was covered in blankets. He laid me down, my eyes and his locked for a moment, then he turned and closed the door. He took off his shirt, the dim light somehow brightened his tattoos, or maybe it was the situation. I sat up on my elbows, watching him glide over to me. He sat in between my legs, his hand resting on my knee. He bit his bottom lip, his eyebrows burrowed, he was thinking. He shook out of his trance then looked me in the eyes, smiling small, and shrugging. His hand slid up to my hip, under my shirt, and he lifted my shirt up over my head. I sat up, taking my shirt off the rest of the way, I was left in my sweats and my bright red bra.

"You're incredibly beautiful." He whispered, then smiled at the lyrics going around my hips. "That's not a nice song."

I laughed at my choice of lyrics, "When you sing, it's a completely different meaning." I bite my lip as he continues tracing the lyrics.

~One step too late, and I never told you, that I can't take another disappointment. Breathing and Gossiping only leads to another messy ending.~

He trailed up to my OM&M tattoo, "This one is really cool. Even if the singer is a douchebag." He chuckled. He took my arm, the rose with lyrics from Second & Sebring and traced the outline. "I like this one as well." Then kissed my scars. "Not so much these." My cheeks were flooded with a bright red. Then he twisted both my arms gently. "You're a nerd." A large grin spread across his face.

Up my left arm, I have the elvish translation from Sauron's ring off of LOTR. On my right arm, I have to English translation. This was my third and fourth tattoo, but it was my first tattoo idea, my absolute dream tattoo.

"You're a unique woman, I like it." He smiled, then continued trailing his fingers up my neck, running his fingers through my hair. "You've got nice hair." He murmured.

"Ben, what are you doing?" I asked quietly. I wasn't sure if we were going to do anything, or if I should just allow him to continue whatever he was doing.

"I'm taking my time. I've never taken my time with girls. I want to take my time with you." His eyes slowly closed as he leaned in for a small kiss. My hands gently went up, caressing his face. The icy ting of his spider-bites shocked my lips.

"Why me?" I tried to say, but it came out breathlessly.

He chuckled, "Maybe it was just me, but that kiss..." he paused shaking his head, and sitting back, "Randi, nobody has ever made me feel the way you make me feel. And that kiss, it confirmed it. The fireworks, I mean it sounds so cheesy, but it is so true." His hands went through his hair. "I'm sorry." He got up.

I grabbed his hand, "No, don't go, please." I pulled him back, "I felt it too... I just didn't want to sound silly."

He laughed, then sat back in between my legs, he slipped off my sweats, snapping my red Lacey panties on to my hip. "Do you think you have enough tattoos?" He laughed again, tracing my newest owl addition. He kissed the scars on my thighs, and then started rubbing my panties against my womanhood. I gasped as he bit my inner thigh. He looked up at me, "You're ready." Then he stood and undid his pants sliding out of them and his briefs.

I bit my lip at the sight of him. A smile spread across my face, and he shyly smiled. He snapped my panties again, and then slid them off. He kissed up my leg, and bit my thigh again. A shock ran through my body, I bit my lip not wanting to show my absolute excitement. He kissed my hip bones, then licked up to my belly button. I clenched the blankets underneath me, he was finding new places on me. He undid my bra with one hand, as the other assisted him with my breast. Massaging, and sucking on me. His tongue flicked my nipple, and let out a moan. He had this control over me that I didn't know was even possible; with a touch, he could make me do anything, feel anything, he wanted me to.

He switched breasts, repeating his previous actions, making me moan agains. He put his hand on the back of my neck, up to my hair, pulling it back, my face went into a pillow, and I moaned loudly. He kissed my neck, then sucked on the sides, nibbling on my earlobes, and then releasing my hair from his grasp, he kissed me. The kiss was deep and passionate, filled with want, with need.

Teasing me, letting me feel only the tip, he softly said, "I'm not so good at this easy romantic stuff."

I bit my lip and nodded. He continued then gently slid himself in me. I grasped his back and gasped at the feeling of him filling me.

"Randi, I'm trying to be gentle here, I can't control myself if you're doing that." He whispered in my ear, his voice husky along with his soft but persistent thrusts. He went a bit harder, pressing me into the couch. His kisses got harder too, my nails dug into his back. He bit my lip and pulled back, he shook his head. "This is on you."

He pressed me against the wall...