Lindsey
I’d resisted against forcing myself on Ben, but I wanted him so badly. Six years I’d been in a barren wasteland with only m**********n to keep me company at night. It was good, but it severely lacked the touch of Ben’s body next to, underneath, or on top of mine. Porn never did it because I always ended up with Ben in my mind, which wasn’t a bad thing. He hit the spot every single time, and I wanted my spot hit right now.
Fuck it, here goes.
Ben walked across from the kitchen counter to put our wine glasses away. We’d kissed on the couch more-than-passionately. I stepped into his path and pushed my hands flat against his chest. His heart skipped a beat when I pushed him against the dining table. He grabbed at the edge of the table and the flowery tablecloth crumpled in his grasp
