Page 50 of Love Story

Between breathless kisses, Ben whispered into my ear, “I want to feel you.”He began to work on the buttons of my coat, his slender fingers deftly undoing them one by one.I shivered as the cold air teased any part of my exposed skin, but it was nothing compared to the anticipation coursing through me as Ben’s hands slipped inside my coat.I gasped at the feeling of his cool fingers against my heated skin.Wanting to return the favor, I fumbled with his zipper.

“Let me,” Ben murmured, his breath hot against my neck.He unzipped his jacket and pressed himself to me, the warmth of his body radiating through our layers of clothing.

I wrapped my arms around him, pulling him even closer.Our hips aligned, and I felt his hardness against mine.A low groan escaped my throat as Ben began to rock, creating delicious friction.

“Is this okay?”he asked, his dark eyes searching mine.

“God, yes,” I breathed, capturing his lips in another searing kiss.

“Sam,” he whispered.His fingers tangled in my hair as he arched into me.

I groaned at the friction, grinding my hips forward.Ben was so slight compared to me, but he fit against me so perfectly.I cupped his face as our coats created a cozy nest around us, sheltering us from the gusts of early March wind.

Our movements grew more urgent, more desperate.I slid my hands down Ben’s back, holding him tight as we swayed together.The tree’s lower branches pressed into my back, but I barely noticed, lost in the sensations of Ben’s body against mine.

“Sam,” Ben gasped, his breath coming in short pants.“I’m close.”

I nodded, unable to form words as the need to come built within me.Our hips moved in tandem, seeking that perfect friction.I buried my face in Ben’s neck, inhaling his familiar scent with the crisp winter air.

Ben’s fingers dug into my shoulders as he tensed against me.With a muffled cry, he shuddered in my arms, his release triggering my own.Wave after wave of pleasure washed over me as I held Ben tight, our bodies trembling together.

As we came down from our high, I held Ben close, both of us catching our breath.The world came back into focus—the rustling of bare branches overhead, the chill air nipping at our flushed cheeks.But inside our cocoon of coats, we were warm and safe.

Ben lifted his head from my shoulder, his startling green eyes meeting mine as he brushed a strand of hair from my forehead.“That was…”

“Amazing,” I finished, stealing another quick kiss.

He laughed, the sound light and musical.“I was going to say unexpected, but ‘amazing’ works too.”

I grinned, running my hands along his sides.“Unexpected, but not unwelcome, I hope?”

“Definitely not unwelcome,” Ben assured me.He snuggled in, resting his head on my chest.“Though we have to walk back with wet underwear.”He wrinkled his nose.“Worth it though.”

“Totally worth it,” I agreed.

“And we might need to find somewhere more private next time.”

I chuckled, the vibrations rumbling through my chest where Ben’s head rested.“Probably a good idea.As much as I love this tree, I’d rather not give it a show every time.”

Ben lifted his head, a mischievous glint in his eyes.“‘Every time’, huh?Planning on making this a regular occurrence, are we?”

Heat rushed to my cheeks, but I met his gaze head-on.“Well, if you’re into the idea…”

“Oh, I’mreallyinto it,” Ben said, kissing my jaw.“But maybe next time we could be somewhere with a bed… and heating.”

I laughed, tightening my arms around him.“What, you mean you don’t enjoy freezing your ass off in the great outdoors?”

Ben chuckled; his breath huffed against my neck.“As fun as this was, I’d prefer full access to all of you without risking frostbite in sensitive areas.”

“Fair point,” I conceded, running my hands up and down his back to warm him.“We could head to my place and clean up, maybe get in some more um… kissing?”

Ben pulled back a little, his dark eyes searching mine.“Are you sure?Can you stop working for a while?I mean, I don’t want to assume…”

I cupped his face, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips.“I’m done for the day.”Exhaustion stole over me, and I covered my face as I yawned.

“You need sleep.”

“Probably.”With reluctance and more stolen kisses, we disentangled ourselves and began buttoning and zipping our coats.As we stepped out from behind the tree, I took Ben’s gloved hand, and we headed back to the sugar shack.I checked in one last time, and then we went on to my place, waving at Mom, who was peering out of the window.The sky was turning a deep indigo, the first stars just beginning to peek out, and I was done for today.

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