Ben unhooked her bra, and it joined her top on the floor. He pressed her against the wall and dipped his head to her breasts. “Beautiful,” he said, nuzzling her cleavage with his chin. “I want to suck your tits.”
Tessa gasped a little. She hadn’t let Mark use vulgar expressions for her body parts.
“Don’t like the word tits?” Ben said, and Tessa shook her head. “Most men don’t like cute or anatomical terms for the body parts of a woman they want to make love to. Kind of ratchets down the testosterone and shuts down the libido. Give what you can, Tessa. Can you hear the words I need to use to feel sexy, without flinching? Can you give me that?”
“Yes.”
“Good. Now, back to my original question. I want to suck your tits. I want to knead them, stroke them, take your nipples between my teeth and bite them. Can you give me that?”
“Yes.”
Ben’s mouth immediately fastened to one breast while his fingers kneaded the other. He wasn’t gentle like Jason, but neither was he abusive. He behaved like a hungry man at an all you can eat pizza bar.
After the initial shock wore off, Tessa closed her eyes and gave in to the feeling. Ben’s tongue teased her nipple and she was so wrapped up in the sensation she hadn’t noticed his hand at her jeans. He’d unzipped her pants before she realized what was happening.
“Slide your pants off for me, Tessa,” he said, and returned his attention to her breasts.
Tessa did, and Ben steadied her as she kicked them off her ankles. “Now your panties.”
Tessa hesitated, and Ben added, “We can’t make much progress with your panties on.”
She slid them off, and they joined the rest of her clothes on the floor.
Ben stepped back and looked her up and down. Tessa wanted to melt into the wall.
“Tessa, you have a perfect body for fucking.”
Tessa flinched at the word and Ben chuckled. “Still having trouble with the words most men think.”
She nodded.
“But you’ll give that to me, won’t you? Don’t want to rain on my testosterone.”
She nodded again.
“Thank you.”
Ben tugged his own clothes off. Free of his jeans and underwear, Tessa could see his penis was full and erect. It looked a little scary.
“See what your beautiful body does to a man?” He took Tessa’s hand and placed it on his erect penis. “Can you stroke that for me?”
She could, and did.
Ben groaned softly. “You have a nice touch. Don’t stop.”
Ben slid his hand to Tessa’s crotch. When he zeroed in on the space above her clitoris, Tessa groaned. He smiled. “It was warm today. Let’s cool off a little.” He took Tessa’s hand and led her to the shower. They stood together under the warm water and Ben lathered Tessa with soap. He massaged her back and the crack between her buttocks. He turned her around and soaped her breasts. Then he trailed his soapy hand down to her wet mound and began to massage. Tessa sighed and closed her eyes. “Spread your legs further apart for me, can you?”