Bennett/Melanie, Rated E
“Just say it,” Melanie murmured huskily as she leaned down to kiss Bennett. His grip on the bare flesh of her hips tightened at the change in angle. Her hair fell around both of their faces-a curtain obscuring everything but her as she pulled away by mere inches, biting her lip playfully to hide a smile that wanted to break free.
He didn’t bother to hide his own smile, raising his eyebrows at her, “We both know that I won’t.”
“Hm,” she pulled further back from him, her pace languid as she braced herself with a hand on his leg. She knew exactly what she was doing; the view now afforded to him made it all the more difficult to remain obstinate.
“It’s going to take a lot more than that to make me beg, Mel,” he told her, and fervently hoped that she didn’t realize just how much she’d shaken his resolve.
Of course she did, however; she smirked, moving in a way that had him swearing, “I can just sit here all day, you know. It’s comfortable.”
Bennett rolled his eyes, “You’d get bored.”
“Not with you,” she shook her head, unable to stop herself from leaning in to kiss him again.
He used her momentary distraction to his advantage. With a hand on her back and a hand on her waist, he rolled them so that Melanie was the one on her back. She broke the kiss with a gasp, eyes narrowing in annoyance. The sight made him chuckle a bit; she could never really intimidate him.
“Ben,” she growled, and then groaned at the way he undulated his hips, head tilting back against her will.
“Hm?” he was giving her a faux innocent look.
At her lack of response he kissed her neck, her jaw, behind her ear. He relished in the moans that she let out in response-though she was clearly doing her best to stifle them. To no avail, however; they increased in frequency as he increased his pace and continued kissing her neck.
“Oh, fuck,” she hissed when he bit her on the base of her neck, sucking hard enough to leave a mark, “Ben.”
“Yes, Mel?” he asked.
“Ass,” she muttered, playfully smacking his shoulder.
He grinned at her, “Are you asking if I like yours? Because I definitely do.”
It took her a second, but then Melanie burst out laughing-it was what he’d intended. Bennett loved making her laugh when they had sex; it made it feel even more intimate, somehow.
“Idiot,” she murmured when she’d calmed down, but she was smiling as she leaned up to kiss him.
He bumped her nose with his in between kisses, and pulled them both up so that she was in his lap, grinding down on him again.
“Don’t pretend you don’t love it,” he whispered, kissing her again. It was so soft that it almost literally stole her breath away. She hadn’t fully understood the clichéd phrase until she’d started sleeping with Bennett-but she was glad that she did now.
“That is something I will neither confirm nor deny,” she replied playfully. He grazed his teeth over her shoulder in response to her deflection, pulling her in by the hips to hasten her pace.
Her rhythm was steady and faster than before-yet still almost unbearably slow. His mouth on her neck, her jaw, and her shoulder-the feel of their chests pressed together-and the position of their bodies was enough to bring her quickly to the edge. It was the way he murmured her name-desperate and a bit wild-into her neck and the way one of his hands moved to her ass to pull her closer that finally did it. Melanie’s back arched as she gasped her way through her orgasm, his hands steadying her so that she didn’t fall.
He hummed a little after she’d come back down to earth and asked, “Are you still going to make me beg?”
“No,” she shook her head, grinning goofily at him, “You’ve earned a pardon, I think.”
“Good,” Bennett smiled softly back.
There were no words spoken as he gripped her hips and pulled her down on him, over and over again. She let him set the pace, wrapping her arms tightly around his neck as he fucked her. And then finally, his body went limp as he groaned his release into her neck. She pulled him closer as he pulsed inside of her, brushing a kiss to the side of his head where she could reach. He sighed, content.
After, they lay tangled together. Melanie lived for these little moments; brief as they were. These moments of respite and intimacy were what kept her going; it was a realization that she’d come to some time ago. Not that she’d admit it to Bennett, she mused. She glanced at the man in question. Half asleep, he was staring at their hands as she toyed with his. She traced the lines on his palm, the veins and knuckles on the back of it before pressing a gentle kiss there. A small smile tugged up one corner of his mouth. His other hand ran through her hair as she laced their fingers together, squeezing.
Her eyes closed, more relaxed than she had been in so long that she’d forgotten just how good it felt. She didn’t have much time-an hour or two, maybe, at most-but she was too tired to not spend that time asleep.
Bennett seemed to agree; he had already fallen asleep while she’d been lost in thought.
Melanie joined him surprisingly quickly. She basked in the comfort and happiness of not needing words with him every time they’d finished having sex.
The quiet moments-they were when she felt most alive.