Love Is Overdue
that?”
    “ I don’t know,” I
admitted. “I guess my world is just so complicated that...why would
anyone want to get mixed up in alla this? Dating me is
like...dating a teenager with an eleven o’clock curfew.”
    I hated to even say it, but
it was the truth.
    “ You
know...” His voice was so soothing. I could listen to him talk all
night long. “I’ve met a lot of people in my life – and many
different kinds of women – and I can tell you what you’re doing for
your mother is more impressive – nah, fuck that – it’s more admirable than any amount of money, lifestyle, or...what? Accessibility?
Come on now, I think I can handle the fact that I may have a bit
more limited access to you than I may be used to.”
    I couldn’t believe what I
was hearing. “I see...” I didn’t know what to say.
    “ I’m serious. You
need to relax, baby, because I like you. You just gonna have to
learn to accept it.”
    I laughed at that. “Accept
that you like me...” I repeated.
    “ That’s not so
hard, is it? Another thing you should know about me is I’m very
patient,” he told me softly. Tenderly. Almost like he was caressing
me with his words. “I don’t mind waiting to get what I want ...as
long as I get it some day, ‘cause...well...I like what you got. A
lot...”
    I let my breath out slowly.
“I really don’t think I can trust myself in a room alone with you
again, Ben.”
    I was losing my mind. I was
already dripping wet just listening to his voice. My fingers were
already moving lower, teasing the waist of my panties.
    “ Well...as long
as you trust me then...it’s all good.” His words kept soothing me,
and I decided to let my fingers play along with him.
    “ Trust you to do
what?” I wanted to know.
    “ Take care of
you,” he answered, without hesitation.
    “ Hmmm...” I
moaned softly, before I could catch myself. “How?”
    “ How?” Ben
repeated me slowly. “Give you what you want, Gabriela. That’s how.”
His voice was just making me drip and ache all over.
    “ How do
you...know what I want?” My voice broke, and I feared I was giving
myself away. Quickly.
    I felt the smile behind his
soft, sexy sigh. “Because I can feel it. Just like I can still feel
those pretty lips of yours all over mine. They were telling me what
you want. Silent but deadly. So I’m a listen better next time, I
promise.”
    “ Hmmm...” I
gasped, and bit my lip.
    “ Would you like
that?”
    “ Yes.” My voice
was barely a whisper.
    “ What are you
doing?” I wasn’t fooling him, and now he let me know it.
    “ Listening to
you,” I said simply.
    “ Does it feel
good?”
    “ What?”
    “ Listening to
me.”
    “ Yes, it feels
very good,” I said softly. “You have a way with words and
with...your mouth.”
    He sighed softly, amused.
“You ain’t seen nothin’ yet, baby...” His voice poured over me like
liquid and I squirmed.
    “ Yes...I can only
imagine,” I said then, recovering my voice. “Maybe one day you’ll
show me.”
    “ Show you
what?”
    “ What you can do
with your mouth.” I was really pushing it now. I didn’t even
recognize this side of myself...
    “ Hmmm...” That
made him sigh softly. “I would love to...and I would love to see
you right now...and see just what you’re doing right
now.”
    “ Oh fuck.” I let
my breath out. He really had me going now.
    “ You know...so I
can see exactly how you like it.”
    “ Oh, I think you
know exactly what I like...” My breathing was getting
heavier.
    “ So then you know
I would do anything to please you.”
    “ Oh...shit.”
    He didn’t say anything for a
moment. I heard some rustling noises in the background. I imagined
him naked in his bed. I thought I heard the sheets brush up against
his phone. And then his voice...
    “ Baby, I wanna
make you come so hard and so deep that nothin’ else matter
anymore...I want you to give me everything.”
    “ Ohh...” I
gasped, panting faster and faster, but I bit my

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