Ben And Meg In The Wild West

Chapter 10

Ben opened the door to her bedroom with his foot. He had absolute no problem carrying her, she was light as a feather. He turned slightly and kicked the door shut. Ben moved to the middle of the room, before he put her down. They gazed at each other for a long time, not separating their bodies. Slowly there lips met and the passion that was already present got more fuel.

Carefully, she brook from his grip and took his hand. She led him across the room into the room where her bed was. She didn’t stop until they where placed next to it. She reached up and clamed his lips again. His lips crushed against hers. Her small hands roamed over his hard strong body. He withdraw a bit, remembering how young she was and that she probably lacked experience.

 

"Meg, maybe we shouldn't..." he stared. Gently placing her finger over his lips and cupping his face in her hands Meg stopped his words before they were spoken.

 

"Don't..." she breathed. "...Just kiss me..."

Pressing her lips back to his, Meg moved forward, encouraging Ben to bring her down atop him on the bed. Twisting her legs up she stretched them out, tangling them with Ben´s ones as her fingers twined in his hair. She moaned as his tongue tentatively reached out to play with hers in their kiss. Touching the tip of her tongue to his, Meg whimpered as she felt Ben´s hips buck against her own, pressing him against her.

Trailing his fingertips over the soft skin of Meg´s back Ben tangled his fingers up in her long soft hair. He held her head in his hands as he increased the passion of his kisses.

Meg pulled away, needing to breathe. Turning her head she began to suckle on Ben´s earlobe and murmured,

"Make love to me, Ben... "

"Meg, are you sure?" he asked.

Cradling her face in his hands as if it were the finest china and stroking his fingers over her cheekbones. Meg nodded.

Ben hesitated, knowing the seriousness of the act that lay before them. In a fraction of a second argument both for and against rocketed through his head, leading to a final conclusion. Meg was so much more than the young girl she presented to the world. She was quite capable of making this decision, an ability not many people gave her credit for. Ben included. But looking into her eyes he could see this was not something that she had taken lightly. She had thought about it and she had weighed the consequences, as had he. Gently, Ben rolled so that Meg was beneath him, his knees nestled in the curve of her hips. Straightening he reached up and grabbed his shirt, pulling it over his head and throwing it away.

She was nervous. Ben had been around for so long. Had seen and experienced so much. The only experience she had was a horrid night she wanted to forget. What would he see? What would he expect? Would he find her beautiful? Would she do it right? Could she hurt him? Would he hurt her? What was she supposed to do? Tim had been rough and had hurt her tremendously.

Ben pulled Meg up, so that she straddled his thighs. He placed his hands in the center of her back, he began pulling at the strings to loosen the bodice with his eyes looked with hers.

She felt her dress begin to loosen.

Ben lifted her down from his lap and placed her on the floor right in front of him. Slowly the satin dress began to fall down her body and pooled around her feet. She blushed when she felt Ben´s hot gaze. He stood up, just inches from her. She did not know where to look. Under the dress she wore a very sexy sling. It was the latest in French underwear and did not leave mutch to imagination. It was made in lace and was open in front in the valley between her breasts, but was hold together with a laced. Ben could easy see the beautiful swell of Meg´s full breast. Slowly he took one of the strings in his hand and began to pull. The stings detached easily and opened up. She cot her breath men his hands made contact with her skin. Slowly he pushed the straps of her small shoulders. The sling fell softy down her body and in a second she was standing naked from the waist up in front of him.

He pulled her to him, so the she was standing between his legs. He kissed her smooth stomach and he put his big hands around her small hips to steady her. He kissed and licked his way to her breasts. She put her arms around his shoulders, both to get closer and to have something to steady her self against, because she was becoming like a Yorkshire pudding in his hands. She pulled him closer as he was worshipping her young body. Moved his kisses up her collarbone, up her shoulder, licking her throat. Their foreheads meet and they were both breathing hard. Slowly they kissed again and Meg straddled Ben´s strong thighs. He lowered her carefully onto the bed.

Ben eased the leggings down Meg´s legs, revealing more and more of her creamy white skin.. Pulling back further he freed her feet and dropped the bundle of clothing off the edge of the bed before sitting back on his heels and lifting her legs into his lap.

Meg gasped as he started to massage her feet, taking long strokes along the soles and making smaller circles at the base of her toes. Bending he took one of her toes into his mouth and began to suck.

Her shyness beginning to abate. Shifting his attention to the other foot, Ben watched, enraptured as Meg squirmed on the bed from nothing more than his touching her feet. He smiled. Well, maybe it was a little more than that.

"Ben, please..." Meg whimpered, opening her eyes to meet his at the end of the bed.

Ben smiled.

"Soon…" he replied, placing her feet flat on the bed and resting his hands on her ankles before beginning to run them up her legs.

Moving up again, Ben brought his lips down to hers.

Her mouth opened immediately, accepting his tongue and welcoming it. Slowly she slid her hands over his back to stroke his back.

Ben moaned into her mouth. It had, after all, been a while. was her first real one. He didn't want to hurt .

He had moved down from her lips and was now busying himself with her neck, kissing and sucking the flesh where her neck met her shoulder.

Releasing her grasp on his hand, Meg pulled Ben on top of her. "Now," she breathed as she looked into his stormy gaze. They both fumbled with his pants and eased them down his legs and they joined her clouds on the floor Obligingly, Ben began to make love to Meg.

She buried her face in the curve of his neck, breathing hard. Ben stopped. She dropped her head back to the pillow and Ben looked down to see tears trailing over her cheeks. He lifted a hand and smoothed the tears away with his fingertips.

"Are you okay?" he murmured.

Meg nodding. They locked gazes and moved together in a slow dance. He was so gentle with her that it brought tears to her eyes. This was what she wanted, what she needed. Not necessarily the sex or the hunger, but the trust.

He followed her instead of leading. This was her time. He would do anything she asked as long as he knew it would strengthen the bond between them. All her lips could form was Ben´s name, which she chanted over and over again, like a prayer.

He took her right up into the stars, and held her there so long that she thought that she would die by the wonderful feelings he gave her.

Ben collapsed to her side and drew her over with him, settling her on top of him. He brushed back a few strands of hair that were clinging to her forehead, shining with a fine sheen of sweat. He could feel her erratic heartbeat against his chest. Ben felt at peace. He felt...happy. Blessed.

He pressed a kiss to her temple. "I love you," he murmured.

"Mmmmm…" she told him drowsily.

Warped in each other’s arms and love, to two fell soon asleep. Unaware that outside was a thunderstorm approaching…

 

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