It takes my body a good 20 minutes to recover from what he's done to me. Never will it EVER be said that Ben Weston doesn't know how to satisfy the woman he loves. I always feel so precious, so loved and cherished for, when I'm with him. Even when he's not around me I can still feel his love.
I languidly stroke his chest with my hand, just delighting in the fact that I am back in his arms and sending a silent prayer above that this was the last time that we will be forced to be apart and we will finally get our happily ever after. He kisses my forehead and pulls me even tighter into his arms.
"How does a soak in the outdoor hot tub sound?"
"That sounds amazing, babe, but one, I don't have a bathing suit with me, and two," I pause and pat my abdomen, "pregnant."
He places a hand over mine, "I know, that's why I requested they turn down the water temperate to a safe 97 degrees and the great thing about this very private property is the fact that you don't need a bathing suit," he says and then nips at my earlobe, "and anyway you wouldn't be staying in that suit long anyway," he growls and bites my neck.
"You're awful cocky, Mr. Weston. Why do you think I would be out of my suit if I had one with me?"
"Not cocky, confident. Confident that you love me and want me, just as much as I want you."
"Well, Benny Boo, lucky for you, you're absolutely right."
Ben quickly kisses my cheek and dashes off to the bathroom; returning with one of my robes in his hands and a towel wrapped around his waist.
"Ahhh…how did that get here?" I question slack-jawed.
"I packed us a few things," he walks over to my side of the bed and opens the robe waiting for me to step into it, "just the basics."
I walk into the robe and he secures it around my waist then kisses my neck again, "Not bad Mr. Weston, not bad at all."
He stares at me through his eyelashes and grasps my hand in his bringing it to his lips. "Let's go down to that hot tub," and pulls me out the door of the bedroom.
Ben leads me down to the hot tub holding my hand. We just have this need to be touching one another all the time. I think it's probably because we are both a bit afraid of what awful thing will come our way next that will try to tear us apart. We want to fully enjoy every moment we have with one another. When I'm with Ben my soul just soars and my whole being vibrates with happiness. He makes me feel so safe and completely loved; more than with anyone else in my entire life.
"You're sure this is private, babe?" I question once my toes are curling along the edge of the tub.
He pulls me against his towering frame, wrapping his arms around me, "Yes. I want to be the only man that gets to see all of you, to kiss you and touch you, to make love to you. The only one for the rest of our lives," he firmly states, slowly opening my robe to reveal my shoulder and place a hot wet kiss upon it.
He pulls my robe completely open and it begins to slide down my shoulders. He continues to hold it while I slip into the tub. "Oh, this is perfect, baby. The water feels so good," I let out a long sigh as I settle down on one of the seats and revel in the feeling of the warm water jetting against my body. Within seconds he is sitting next to me and firmly pulling me into his lap. I can feel his hardness already pressing against my body. He places a kiss against the back of my neck, and I melt against him laying my entire body against his. He cups my breasts and pulls me more firmly against him.
"So, you said you want to get married right away. How long do you think it will take you to be ready?" he asks me before he places a kiss on my back just below my right shoulder.
"Maybe a month," I shrug. "Grandpa Victor has been telling me all my life that when I met my prince he would be paying for my wedding. So even with a short timeframe, we can get everything we want."
"I all I want is you, Ci. You, being my wife and the mother of our children, that is all I need."
"And I will be Ben. Of course, that means that I will have to tell Grandpa Victor that we're getting married."
"Actually, he already knows…" he sighs and takes a deep breath before he finishes, "I went to see your grandfather this morning for his permission to ask you to marry me."
I turn around in his arms and wrap my legs around his waist, "You did what?" I question my jaw dropping.
"I asked your grandfather for his permission to marry you."
"What did he say?"
"He said that I was either brave or stupid for coming to ask him, and then he asked me what I would do if he said no."
"So how did you answer him."
"I told him that I had come to ask him out of respect because he is the head of your family and that I would ask you anyway because it was ultimately your choice and that I believed you would say yes."
"You were right, I said yes."
"I know," he grins.
"So, did he give you permission or are you defying the wishes of the great Victor Kiriakis?"
"He gave me his blessing with a condition."
"What condition, Ben?"
"That we have dinner with him twice a month, so that he can spend more time with you and keep an eye on me.
"Dinner twice a month, that's not so bad."
"Oh, just wait, he said that if I ever hurt you that I would find myself at the bottom of Lake Michigan sporting a pair of cement shoes. He said that it was a promise and not a threat."
"It's a good thing I know that you would never hurt me, because he would follow through on that promise."
He kisses my forehead and then rests his own against mine, "I wouldn't, and I won't. I promised you that back at the cabin. I meant every word back then, and I intend to keep that promise until I take my last breath."
His eyes are filled with such intensity and desire. I feel the need to reassure him that I will never doubt him. "I know, baby, I know, don't doubt that for a second." I grab his length and rub my thumb over the tip then wrap my legs more tightly around his waist. "I'm going to make love to you Ben Weston, right here, right now."
I pull his bottom lip between my teeth and then capture his lips with mine. I thrust my tongue into his mouth, against his teeth begging for him to give me access so I can ravage his mouth. He grants me entry without hesitation and I boldly tangle my tongue with his. I clutch his head in my hands digging my nails into his scalp. He rewards me with a deep grown that sends chills down my spine. His hands travel down to my hips as I graze my teeth over his chin and run kisses down his jawline, his neck and then latch onto his neck like he has done so many times to me. I nip at his earlobe and whisper, "Float on your stomach, Ben." I unwrap my legs from his waist and he obeys.
He grabs the edge of the tub laying with his head to the side, "What are you up to, Ciara?"
"I already told you, baby. I'm going to make love to you." I float to one side of his body and kiss my way up his spine. I gently rub his shoulders and then knead the muscles in his left arm. I kiss his neck and wrap my arms around his chest and scratch my nails down his tightly muscled abdomen. He growls and I feel his body tense. My core quivers with wanting him inside of me, but I have many more things I want to do before we finish this.
"Oh God, Ci. Stop it."
"Stop what, baby?"
"Torturing me."
"Ben I would never torture you." Little does he know what I have in store for him. I submerge my head under the water, and I abrade his nipples with my teeth. I stroke my hands down his flanks and caress his v-line with the tips of my fingers. I grab his cock and pump my hand up and down his length a few times and I get my desired reaction; a guttural moan. I grin and come up for air. I straddle my legs over his lower thighs to massage the muscles of his lower back and his hips. I lean forward to place a kiss at the small of his back and then rest my chin there a minute. I glide my hands down his sides to his narrow hips. "You're mine Ben Weston, and you had better never forget that," I state firmly and then bite the outside of his left buttocks.
"Ci-a-ra…," he groans and begins squirming beneath me.
"Ben lay on your back now."
"What else could you possibly do to me, Ciara. I want to bury my cock so deep inside of you right now."
"You'll get that when I'm finished with you, and not before then." I lay my body atop his to place a brief kiss upon his lips, then they work their way down his chest. I alternate between swiping my tongue and kissing my way down his torso. I fight the urge to lower my heat onto his cock because there is one more thing I want to do to him before I let him take me over the edge. I maneuver my body further down his body until I reach my intended destination. I grab one of his hips and use the other to grab his dick.
"You really want me don't you, baby?"
"Gee, I don't know Ci, what have it away?" he bites his lip again fighting to remain in control.
"I don't know, maybe the steel rod standing up at attention between your legs?" I giggle and continue to work my hand along his member. I see him close his eyes and he leans his head back further into the water. That is when I lower my head to his cock. I take all of him into my mouth and suck on his length with all that I have. I work my way back up to the tip and swipe my tongue along the head, then suck my way back down. I lick his length and then my mouth makes another trip down the length of his member and this time on the way up I gently scrape my teeth up his hardness. I feel him dig his hands into my hair and I pull my head up to look at him. His eyes are dark, and I can see the need written all over his face.
"Do you want to bury yourself inside me, baby?"
"Only every other second since the day I've met you."
"Then take me."
He moves his hips down to sit firmly on the seat of the tub and pulls me with him. He impales my body with his hardness. All of the moans and growls that I have been eliciting from him have been pulling at my core, so I feel like a livewire dancing across wet pavement and ready to set fire to anything that is in my path. I wrap my legs around his waist again to bring us closer. He impales himself deeper and deeper into my flesh and buries his face against my chest. He kisses my breasts and tortures my nipples into tightened peaks. When I get my release my whole body quakes with it and it feels like the temperature of the water is rising to a boil. I collapse against him and my inner muscles tighten around his cock which triggers him to go over the edge and sends my falling over the with another orgasm when I haven't even recovered from the first.
He pulls me tight against him. His chest is heaving just like mine as we try to gain any semblance of higher-level brain function. I kiss his neck, "That was amazing, Ben."
"I was just going to say the same thing," and his kisses the crown of my head, "I love you so damn much, Ciara."
"And I love you," stifling a yawn.
"Did I tire you out?" he asks, and I can see a cocky grin forming on his face.
I slap my hand against his chest, "No comment."
He chuckles and I begin to laugh right along with him.
"I better get you back upstairs and into bed. Then I can hold you all night long."
"That sounds perfect. I have to use the bathroom anyway."
Ben jumps out of the hot tub and wraps the towel he came down in around his waist. He then picks up my robe and holds it open for me to step into. I tie the belt around my waist. He takes my hands and brings them to his mouth to kiss the knuckles.
I lead him up the stairs and walk into the bathroom to get ready for bed. I remove my robe and grab a fluffy white towel to dry myself further from my dip in the hot tub. I look down at the towel and my heart and stomach sink simultaneously. "No, no, no…this can't be happening." I lower myself to sit on the edge of the bathtub. "Ben!" I scream, clutching my abdomen. This CANNOT be happening.
Ben quickly comes to the entrance of the bathroom, "Ci, what is it?"
"Oh God, this can't be happening. Ben, I'm spotting. We need to get to the hospital, now! I think I'm losing the babies."
