A Brush With Love *Mature Scenes*

Episode 11

*Ben has come over to Sophie's late one night to hang out and watch a movie after she went home with period cramps. Sophie falls asleep during the movie and now Ben wonders if he should head back to his apartment*

Sophie.

I woke to a hand gently shaking my shoulder.

"Sophie?", Ben whispered. "Sophie, the movie is over."

It took me a few seconds for my sleepy confusion to clear. Of course, we had put a movie on, and I had obviously fallen asleep.

"It's pretty late, I can head back to my,,,"

Panic surged through me, I didn't want him to leave. "No...stay" I mumbled drowsily.

"You want me to stay?", he said, relief in his voice.

"Mmhmmm", I mumbled.

"Okay", he said. "I'll admit I'm nice and snug here with you."

Still sleepy, I rolled to face him and snuzzle into his chest. I noticed behind my closed eyelids the sudden darkness as he turned the tv and lights off. Then warm arms encased around me and pulled me close to his chest. His nose nuzzled into my hair and he took a deep breath releasing in a gentle sigh.

Suddenly I felt more awake. I opened my eyes, yet I might as well have kept them closed due to the pitch black of the room. It was then that I was aware that my other senses heightened.

Ben's breathing was deep and slow, and with each exhale I felt his breath in the space between us. I took in the scent of him, so masculine. I felt a jolt fire through me, sparking every nerve ending within me to life. I wasn't tired anymore.

'"Goodnight Beautiful", he said, and I felt his soft, warm lips press gently to my forehead, then he nuzzled me, drawing slow circles with the tip of his nose, before kissing me again on the forehead.

I slowly tilted my head up, my lips searching for his. He closed the distance between us and our lips met with the gentlest of touches. He kissed me once, twice, three times, before he pulled back and settled his head back on the top of my head. I stared into the darkness, considering. I could close my eyes and go back to sleep, or I could...

My arms were tucked in tightly, with my hands placed lightly on his chest. I pulled the material of his tank shirt and pulled him back down to me, pressing my lips to his a little harder this time, then I spread my hands on his chest, feeling his soft chest hair between my fingers.

I felt his lips spread into a grin, "what are you up to?", he said, closing his mouth over mine again.

"I just want to kiss you some more", I spoke onto his lips. My hands were pulling at the material of his shirt again, twisting as I felt my need for him increase.

With one hand trapped under my body, his free hand slowly made its way to my hip, then settled on my lower back. He snaked that hand just under my top, and began to trace slow circles on my bare skin. It was then that I moved my hands from his chest and wrapped them around his neck. At the same time, I deepened the kiss, tilting my head sideways, and gently met his tongue with mine. A rumble of approval vibrated through him, and I pulled his body tightly against mine.

The cramps from earlier were forgotten, but a different kind of tightening filled my core. I wanted more.

I pushed him backwards so he was led flat on his back, then rolled myself on top of him. His now free hands wrapped fully around my back and pulled my body tightly against his. Then he brought one hand up to the back of my neck, knotting into my hair, whilst kissing me slowly, but deeply.

I trailed kisses from his lips, to his jaw, to his neck, gently licking the spot just underneath his ear. His hand at my back moved back to my hip, and tightly clenched my flesh.

"Shit, Sophie," he groaned. It was then that I felt him. As I was straddling him, I felt him gently lift his hips, and press against me. I could feel how hard he'd become. It drove me wild knowing that I was making him feel this way. I wanted to give him pleasure.

He pulled my lips back to his and kissed me urgently, the hand on my hip now tightly grabbing my ass, pulling me down on him. Our hips gyrated against each other, rubbing in all the right places. God, I wanted him. I moaned into his mouth as he pressed himself right against my core. If it wasn't for the clothes between us...

I pulled away from his mouth again, moving this time to his collar bone. I kissed, licked and nipped at him. Then I moved lower down this body, lifting his shirt so I could kiss his contoured stomach. He stilled.

"Sophie, what are you doing?", he said.

"I want to taste you." I replied, then returned to kissing his abs. I tried to move lower. His hand pulled gently at my elbow, stopping me, and pulled me back up so we were face to face.

"No Sophie." He whispered, then kissed me gently on the lips. I couldn't help but feel the sting of rejection.

"What's wrong?" I questioned."Do you not want me to?"

He rubbed his face in his hands as if frustrated. "Fuck, Sophie. Of course I do!"

He rolled us back onto our sides and gently pulled my face to his. I could just make out his face in the dark, his pained eyes were looking into mine.

"You have no idea what you do to me." He said, breathlessly. "I want you so bad, it's driving me crazy."

"Then why did you stop me?", I said. I leaned in and kissed him again, he kissed me back, but I felt his hesitation. "I want you in my mouth." I teased my tongue with his again, but he pulled back, and I knew I had lost.

"Sophie, I want you to...believe me. It's taking everything I have to stop you." My eyebrows furrowed in frustration. "But for our first time," he continued, "I want all of you. I don't just want you to give me pleasure, for me to not be able to give it in return.'

"But giving you pleasure gives me pleasure." I propositioned.

"Not to sound corny, but I really do want our first time to be special." He said coyly. "You say you want to taste me, but I want to devour you. It will be more torturous for me seeing you down there, then not being able to lay you down and have you myself."

Before I could answer, he swiftly rolled me onto my back, and kicked my legs open with his knee. He lifted himself on top of me and lowered himself between my legs, pressing himself against me, then gently rocked his hips in slow circular motions. With my wrists pinned either side of my head, his lips gently kissed my neck until he whispered in my ear, "When I can have you for the first time, I'm going to take my time. I want you all night long. I want to taste every inch of your skin, and I want you to feel every inch of me inside of you." As he said the last words, he pushed hard against me, and as I moaned his mouth closed over mine, muffling the sound.

His kiss slowed, until he was just gently pressing his lips lazily against mine. He rolled off of me and turned me so he was spooning me from behind. He whispered into my ear, "we are just going to have to be patient for a little longer. Goodnight, Beautiful."