Ch. 4

Kate's P.O.V.

Did I just say that? Oh, Kate what have you done! Look at him he's staring at you like you just said you're a fucking alien. That's it I'll have to quit my job, or at least move, and-

"Well, that's good," I heard. Wait, what? That's GOOD?

My confusion must've bled through to create my current expression because he explained, "Katie, it's good because I'm hopelessly in love with you. I have been since the day we first met, you're just so amazing and you don't even know it."

"Well..."

"Okay, maybe you know it a little bit," he winked, "But, it's true. After you shot me down that night in the hot tub..."

I winced; I'd hated myself for being so damn scared. That moment ate at me for the longest time.

"I thought that was it and it killed me seeing you with Justin, and knowing it should've been me. I just- I'm just so in love with you it hurts."

He smiled a boyish grin. He seemed so nervous, I can't imagine what it takes to bear your soul like that after someone's already shot you down.

"Ben, I- I'm nowhere near as good at putting my feelings into words, so..."

I pressed my lips to his, not for the first time, but now it was real and voluntary. It was perfect. I felt like my lips were meant to be there, we were made for each other, Ben and I, I don't know why it took me so long to realize it.

We pulled away to catch our breath and he caught my eye, there was a charge, and I was so drawn to him I couldn't have resisted if I tried.

Our lips connected again, only this time the kisses were more frantic and full of need. The need to be as close to another person as you can.

He pushed me back so he was on top of me on the couch. His hand slid down my leg and up my shirt to rest on my stomach. I moaned a little at the contact and with that both of our shirts flew off.

Ben stared at me for a moment just enough to make me feel a little self-conscious, and I blushed. One thing Ben was good at was reading people, he knew exactly what I was thinking when he looked up at me. So, he placed hot, open-mouthed kisses down my neck.

"So. Damn. Sexy," he muttered between kisses. Then, he stopped to suck on my pulse point, driving me mad and eliciting another moan. This drove him on and he was suckling and nipping my breasts. The pleasure was beyond anything I'd experienced without actually having sex.

His kisses traveled down my stomach. He then stopped and sat up. I looked at him puzzled. He simply shook his head, then he stood up, and scooped me into his arms.

"Ben, what are you-"

He silenced me with a kiss, and I sighed. We entered his room, and he set me on the bed.

"Our first time should be on a bed, since we have the option."

He began to climb on the bed, when I stopped him, "No, wait."

It was his turn to look confused.

"Boxers, off they go."

He raised an eyebrow, but did as he was told. My eyes widened, the man had a right to be so cocky- er, arrogant. Ben smirked, and I realized I must've been staring.

"Like what you see, Miss Reed?"

I looked up, "So what if I do?"

He began climbing onto the bed, an animalistic lust in his eyes, "Oh, the things I'll do to you..."

My stomach fluttered, I'd never been so attracted to anyone in my entire life.

"God, you're hot," I whispered.

He smirked again, "I like to think so."

He wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled me to him, so that I lay directly underneath him, and he was looking me in the eyes, "I'm going to fuck you so hard." His voice never wavered, nor did his face move.

The anticipation was unbearable. Yes, he was.

I grabbed the back of his neck pulling him into a rough kiss. My other hand went to his cock, slowly I began moving it up and down his impressive length. He groaned, "Fuck."

"Soon, dear."

His eyes snapped open, and I smirked this time. My panties were torn off and his hand was attacking my clit mercilessly. I writhed beneath him, helpless to his touch. Soon, I was cumming, screaming his name.

He slowed his ministrations to fling his arm into the drawer of the nightstand, in a millisecond he was covered with a condom.

Ben positioned himself at my entrance, and looked up at me for confirmation. I nodded. With that, he slowly pushed himself in, inch by inch, nearly splitting me in two. He was huge.

I squeezed my eyes shut, arching my back, and gripping his back tightly. Just when I thought there couldn't be anymore, there was, somehow he managed to get all the way in.

When I finally opened my eyes, they were met by another pair. These eyes, though, were full of concern. By now any pain had faded into pleasure, and I simply said, "Move, please."

He gladly obliged, and it was 0-60 in 3.5. Ben pounded into me mercilessly; I felt like a puddle on the floor. The only thing I felt was overwhelming pleasure for what seemed like hours. All that could be heard were Ben's occasional grunts, and, of course, my loud moans.

"Ben... fuck, oh, don't- gah! Oh! Oh, fuck! Yes, yes... Ben."

That was the fourth orgasm of the night and he couldn't take it any longer. As my fourth swept over me so did his first. We held onto each other tightly as if to pull strength from the other that wasn't there.

Ben slowed and gradually came to a stop, he nearly fell on top of me, but just before he did he fell to the side.

We lay there a little while before, "Wow..."

"You can say that again," I muttered.

"Okay," he replied, turning to face me, "Wow." I giggled and kissed him softly.

"You know what?"

I turned to look at him.

"I could definitely get used to this."

I smiled at the thought and moved to rest my head on his shoulder. So could I.

Then we both faded into sleep with not a care for what lay ahead.