Passionate Betrayal (4)

It was Benjamin.

Benjamin was on the other side of the door, knocking the hell out of my front door. I quickly swung the door open before he could finish knocking. His hand halted in the air, mid-knock.

"What are you doing here? Are you out of your mind? Michael is not yet home in case you are looking for him." 

"I wanted to see you, Victoria, so I came," he said with a shrug.

"Are you trying to get us into serious trouble? You know Michael will arrive any moment now. You know he has a temper; if he ever finds out..." Her word drifted into silence.

"Victoria, I really wanted to see you," he said, running his fingers through his hair in desperation.

"Michael might come in any second; please leave. I don't want any drama." I responded firmly and began to shut the door on him.

He quickly slid the tip of his shoe in to catch the door before it closed fully.

"Just hold on a moment; I need to tell you something important, please. I will only take a moment, I swear." He said, staring at me.

I gazed into his deep green eyes, and my actions slowed with every passing second. I hesitated, trying to avoid his gaze to conceal my emotions, but his eyes held me captive. I held his gaze, already feeling the undeniable pull between us.

I inhaled gently, then slowly pulled the door open further, making room for him to step into the house but but he didn't come in.

"It will be fast, I swear. I have just been missing you terribly," he said, rubbing his neck with his fingers.

Fast with what? What exactly did he mean by fast? Was he hinting at a fast fuck? A quickie? Dear lord, I found it hard to think about anything but sex with Benjamin around.

The thought of him bending me over the kitchen counter or even the dining room table and taking me from behind, fucking me fast and hard, still fully dressed, right this second made my pussy throb. He glanced over his shoulder to check if Michael's was pulling into the driveway or nearby.

He looked at me, his expression brimming with desire and lust, literally undressing me with his intense gaze.

"I will be straight with you: I haven't been able to stop thinking about you since the last time, and it is messing with me. I need to be with you again." 

"Not gonna happen, Benjamin. Are you out of your mind? I told you then that it would be the last time, the final one. I am not romantically interested in you; it was a slip-up, a mistake, and it would not happen again, so stop thinking about it; get rid of that thought. okay?"

Though I knew better, I stepped away and let him inside the house. Perhaps Michael will be staying late at work tonight. I thought to myself and shut the door behind him.

I was bare underneath my bathrobe, stark naked, and I think he assumed the same, judging by the knowing look he gave me. He reached out, attempting to pull me into his arms.

 But I pushed him back, using all my strength, or tried to; my hands glided up his toned abs. My attempt to push him back barely budged him.

His towering, muscular frame barely moved. He stepped forward, closing the distance between us, invading my personal space, his gaze never leaving mine.

He lifted his hands and cupped my jaw, tilting my head back. Damn. He was fucking tall. His eyes dropped to my lips, and he licked his lips.

Due to his towering height, he had to lower his head to reach my lips for a kiss. He licked his lips. Damn.

His full, rosy lips were so tempting that my pussy clenched from the mere thought of his lips on mine.

His lips descended gradually towards mine, the space between us shrinking, and I let my eyes slowly close.

This isn't right. I can't let this happen. My eyelids shoot open in an instant, dispelling the haze.