CHAPTER THIRTY THREE-THIRTY MINUTES

“Ben, have you seen Mr. Rabbit?” Imara yelled from the living room floor with a ball of light by her head.

“I feel like we’ve had this conversation before, baby.” Ben leaned against the doorway of the bedroom and he laughed to himself as he watched Imara’s ass move while she reached under the couch in search of Eliza’s toy rabbit. “Damn, girl. Why don’t you reach a little further? I think he’s way in the back there somewhere. You know how tricky those damn bunny rabbits can be.”

Imara sat up and looked over her shoulder as she triumphantly shook the rabbit at Ben. “I didn’t need your help, anyhow. I found it all by myself.” She walked to the playpen and handed Eliza her toy then pushed her long dark hair back off her little face. “There you go sweet pea.”

Ben wrapped his arms around Imara’s waist and pulled her ass into his hips. “I like to watch you on your hands and knees. I just can’t help myself, it’s the wolf in me.”

Imara turned around in his arms and slid her arms around him. “So, what do you want to do tonight?”

Ben pinched his lips together and shook his head. “You know what I want, baby.”

Rolling her eyes, Imara said, “Yeah, that’s what you always want. It’s our date night, so pick something.”

“Damn hell, Imara, I think we’ve done everything this little town has to offer a few times over the last two years.”

Imara nodded and sighed through her nose as she glanced outside and thought about it. “We could go back to that field and have a picnic again; the wildflowers are in full bloom and the raspberry bushes should be full.”

Thinking about all the naughty things he did to his wife the afternoon they spent there, Ben nodded. “Yes, ma’am, that’d be just fine with me.”

Imara grinned and poked her finger in his chest. “Yeah, I thought you’d like that one, you dirty old man.”

As the distant rumble of thunder echoed behind the mountains, Imara groaned. “Well, I suppose that will have to wait until next week by the sounds of it.”

Ben buried his face in Imara’s neck and nibbled on her skin. “It’s alright, I like fucking you in bed just the same.”

Imara’s knees buckled under as his tongue found her mark. As her eyes closed tight while the euphoric wave of pleasure gripped her between her legs, a knock came to the door. Ben breathed in sharp through his nose as he released Imara and said, “God dammit, your brother has the worst timing. That man’s been cockblocking me for a century now.” As Imara pulled away from his warm chest, Ben yelled, “What is it Thorin?”

Thorin opened the door and smirked as he realized he was interrupting something he wasn’t meant to. “We were just wondering if you were going to stay in since there’s a storm coming.”

Ben rubbed the back of his neck and nodded. “Yeah, I suppose we will.”

Thorin peeked over to the playpen and looked over to Eliza. “We were going to order something to eat. You want that pizza or the Chinese?”

Blowing out in disgust at both options, Imara asked, “Bleh! Isn’t there anything else around here?”

Thorin shrugged and pushed out his lips. “Sorry, sugar.”

As she rubbed small circles on Ben’s back and he rolled out his neck, she said, “Alright, whatever you two want I suppose.”

Tapping his knuckle against the doorframe, Thorin clicked his tongue as he decided. “Alright, give it about thirty minutes or so.”

As the door shut behind Thorin, Ben stooped down with his chin resting on his arm against the playpen as he rubbed his hand along Eliza’s head. “She’s asleep, baby.”

Imara sat on the couch and sighed a relieved breath. “Good. She’s been mighty fussy today. I don’t guess she likes thunderstorms either.”

Ben stood then came to the couch and sat beside Imara while he rubbed his hand back and forth on her thigh. “So, we got thirty minutes and she’s asleep. What do you say we finish what we started earlier?”

Imara rolled her eyes and looked over at Ben. “Seriously? Don’t you ever get enough of me?”

A side smile curled up on Ben’s face as he looked at her sweet, red lips. “You know we don’t have much time, baby. I just want every drop of you I can wring out.”

It was nearing the end for Imara and Eliza, and she knew it. She felt it in every cell of her body. Each minute she had with them now was a gift she wanted to savor and lock away in her memory. And then there was Ben. What if Daniel was mistaken and Ben had to go on without her again?  Imara put her hand on Ben’s and squeezed. “You’re absolutely right.”

Ben licked his lips as his smile fell. “So how do you want it this time, Mrs. Logan?”

There was nothing Ben did to her that she didn’t enjoy. Their bodies were made for one another and every touch from him sent her out of her mind. “Surprise me.”

Ben stood up and took Imara’s hand then pulled her up. When they got to the bed, Ben sat Imara down then knelt at her feet like the divine spirit she is as he slid his hands up her thighs and hooked his fingers in her panties. “I can’t wait a half hour. I’m starving. I need something sweet to eat.”

Imara giggled and then bit her lip as she laid back on the bed while Ben pulled off her panties. As he leaned into her, he inhaled deeply through his nose and smiled as her scent filled him and made his mouth water.

He wiggled her lips open with his nose then sucked on them as he pulled them apart. Ben slowly licked her entrance then pushed his tongue inside and lapped it against the bundle of nerves. Imara’s breath hitched as the roughness of his tongue ignited the fire inside her like striking a match against the flint.

Ben pulled out his tongue and slid his finger inside then went to work on her clit. He slowly flicked his tongue up and down her bud as he massaged her with his finger. He slurped against her skin as he took turns sucking her and flicking his tongue. As Imara’s legs started to twitch, Ben removed his finger and put her legs over his shoulders.

Ben growled because he knew the vibration mixed with his tongue’s movements drove Imara crazy. He got more aggressive with his pace as he sucked against her, seeking out her moans and cries. When he finally felt her legs quake against his head, she moaned out, “OH, Ben! Ah! Ah!”

He gave her one last flick of his tongue then pushed her leg as he motioned for her to flip over. “You know what time it is, baby.”

As Imara spread her torso out across the bed before her, Ben unzipped his pants and pulled them down to his feet as he looked over Imara’s ass in front of him.

He slid into Imara like a fine oil as her pussy dripped with a combination of her juices and saliva. Imara’s thirsty cunt swallowed Ben quickly as her tight wall’s gripped him and he groaned. “Mmm!”

As she braced for what came next, Imara shivered in anticipation. “We don’t have much time, sweetheart. Get to work.”

Ben smirked at Imara, “Oh, yes, ma’am.”

As the thunder rolled outside, Ben grabbed her hips and pounded into Imara like a jackhammer. The bed beat against the wall as Imara slid back and forth across the mattress and grunted through gritted teeth. “Oh, God! Ben! That’s so good.”

“Is it good baby? You like that? How about this?” Ben smacked Imara’s ass, making her giggle.

Ben slid his hand to Imara’s shoulder and pulled her back to meet his thrust as he gritted his teeth and pumped himself against her with every ounce of strength he had.

When Imara pulled up the bedsheets in her hand and her eyes closed and her lips parted, she cried for more. “Yes! Oh, Ben! Yes! Right there.”

“Right there?”

“Yes! Oh! Don’t stop!”

Ben closed his eyes as Imara’s legs shivered and her cunt throbbed around him. As his cock pumped its gift inside Imara, Ben smiled and moaned out, “Baby, that was amazing.”

Imara squeezed out the last of Ben and smiled as she pushed her hair off her sweaty forehead. “Mmm! Yes, it was. Where have you been hiding that?”

Ben pulled out carefully then turned and sat on the bed beside her. “Ugh! Phew! I don’t know. I told you seeing your ass like that does something to me.” He looked over to her still bare ass beside him then smacked her cheek. “We best get going before Haldir drinks all the beer.”

Imara slid back off the bed and grabbed her panties from the floor. “I’ll be right back.”

As Imara went to the toilet, Ben pulled up his pants and waited for her. The rain had started to trickle down as an eerie black sky was forming off in the distance and Ben got a sinking feeling in his gut. “Shit! Imara hates thunderstorms. That scaredy cat won’t sleep at all tonight.”