Mia was feeling nervous. It had been a few weeks since she had decided to take it seriously with Ben, and now, she would have to sneak into his house in the barracks without anyone noticing. She had changed into a more fitting outfit, though she had to make it herself, just from being taught sewing from her mother at a young age. The dress was a light brown, and she tried to make it fit her body’s curves without being too revealing. She knew Ben wasn’t the type to care about stuff like that.
Mia was blonde with wavy hair, had full lips, large oval eyes, and a curvy body. She had always been curvy, with large breasts and ass, and had always loved that part of herself. She kept checking the time, making sure she wasn’t too late for their arrangement. She was living in the Barracks with her brother, both raised as part of “the others”, and she tried to avoid him as she opened the door and slipped out, shutting the door behind her as quietly as possible.
She walked quickly through the dark, making sure no one was watching her as her footsteps brushed through the soft grass. It seemed it was late enough that most were back home for the night. After passing the recreation room, she took her last hurried footsteps to Ben’s house, the only two story house in the Barracks.
Like they had discussed before, she pushed the door open without knocking, knowing he would be waiting for her. She stepped into the living room, which was still filled with bookshelves filled with many volumes of tomes, the walls covered with paintings of the island and pictures of Alex at various stages in her life. “I’m here!” She called out, guessing he was in the kitchen.
Ben poked his head out from around the corner, smiling immediately. He had his usual spiky black hair, a sideways grin, large nose and stunning bluish gray eyes. She knew his eyes were a huge reason for her infatuation with him - second to his sarcastic charm. “Hey, Mia,” he said, “I’m not done cooking yet, unfortunately.”
“Great! That means I can help.” She stepped into the kitchen, wiping her hands on her dress. “What are you making?”
He pulled her in as soon as she stepped into the doorway, hugging her waist from the side as he placed a small kiss on her cheek. She blushed immediately. This was her second relationship ever, mostly because of the limited selection on the island, and she was definitely not used to being treated like this.
Her brother had warned her about Ben before, telling her he was manipulative and a liar. She wasn’t dumb, she knew some of his history - though wasn’t certain which were rumors and which were true - but she also knew he fought for the people he cared about, and could feel herself climb higher and higher on that list. She could also tell he was lonely, though he might never actually admit it to himself or anyone else. It might’ve been part of the reason why he had asked her out in the first place.
“Ratatouille,” he said, looking at her to gauge her reaction.
She gasped, “I love ratatouille! How did you know?”
“I didn’t.” He chuckled, “I just love ratatouille, too.” He had all the vegetables already chopped, and something delicious was cooking on the stove. She moved in closer to the pot, sniffing the amazing smelling eggplant and garlic.
“You’re such a good chef,” she commented. It was such a turn on for her, knowing he had always been able to take care of himself.
“I’ve heard you are as well,” he replied, stirring the pot in front of her. She began arranging the vegetables in a beautiful pattern, making sure to alternate the eggplant, tomato, squash, and zucchini. He stopped, his head turning to watch her fingers as she worked. “I can tell you’ve made this before.”
She nodded. “My mother taught me, actually. She taught me how to make a dress as well.” She swished her dress from side to side.
“Really?” He commented, moving back to look at it properly. “Well, I think it’s lovely. You are truly quite talented.” This brought on another blush, which she tried to hide from him. Ben was an intelligent man though, and knew exactly what she was doing. He stepped closer to her, his warm body now pressed against her from behind. She sucked in a shaky breath, and felt him press his lip against her neck.
He didn’t do anything at first, but when she didn’t push him away he began kissing up her neck one small kiss at a time, eventually reaching the bottom of her earlobe. His hands pressed firmly on her waist, and she shivered, not able to control herself.
It had been so long since she’d been touched like this, she could feel her skin tingling from the anticipation of the touch. She was too shy to move at all, and continued to arrange the vegetables like nothing had happened.
"You're quiet," he commented, always one to speak his mind.
"I am," she replied.
"Why?"
"Honestly… it's been so long, I think I'm feeling…" she gulped. "Shy."
He rotated her body to face him and tilted her chin up so she was forced to look at his eyes. The intensity behind it made her feel even more nervous.
"Don't feel shy around me, Mia," he whispered.
"And why not?"
"Because we've both been through too much to worry about things that make us happy." He leaned closer to her, and she could feel his hot breath against her face. She knew he wanted her to move closer as well and be the one to make the decision to begin kissing him.
It wasn't that they hadn't kissed each other before. It was always amazing, but they were still so new with their relationship she still felt nervous every time they did it. She let out another breath then closed the gap between them. It started out slow, but they both began opening their mouths, intensifying the kiss. He pulled her even tighter against him and slipped his tongue inside, making her let out a moan. He seemed to be encouraged by this, because he began moving his tongue against hers, trying to get as much friction as possible.
Her shyness seemed to fade almost immediately. He always made her feel so safe and wanted, despite what she knew about his history. She knew they would have to discuss it one day, but today wouldn't be that day. Today, she wanted to take their relationship to the next level. They eventually broke apart, with both of them panting into each other as they gathered their breaths.
He started suddenly, and she realized at once they had totally forgotten about the cooking. He left her side, moving towards the stove to turn it off. Thankfully, the sauce was still simmering, and seemed to be okay.
Her shyness came back again, and she stayed pretty silent the rest of the time cooking, though couldn't help but laugh a few times at his sarcastic jokes. The ratatouille smelt mouth watering as they set the table, with Mia sitting as close to Ben as possible. He let her take the first bite, and she couldn't help but moan out loud. He was so good at cooking it was almost unfair.
"Well?" He asked, looking so eager to see her reaction it was almost adorable.
"I think I need to stop cooking all together and just let you do everything from now on," she said, though hoped she didn't make it sound like she was planning on moving in with him anytime soon.
He only chuckled, and began eating himself. Though delicious, she could only half focus on the meal in front of her. Her mind kept imagining the rest of the evening, wondering if he was planning on making the next move as well.
When they had finally cleaned the dishes and set the plates away, she stood awkwardly in the kitchen, waiting for him to say something.
Instead, he moved up to her again, and placed a single kiss on her lip. "Do you…"
"Yes," she said, not needing to hear the rest of his question. He laughed out loud and grabbed her hand, pulling her upstairs with him. She had never seen his bedroom before, though assumed it would be in a similar layout to the rest of the houses.
He had decorated it just like the rest of the house, with artifacts hung all over the walls and simple wooden furniture. She couldn't help but breathe in though, noticing this room smelt more like him than the rest of the house. She sat down on the bed, watching him as he approached her and situated himself between her legs. He leaned forwards, causing her to fall backwards onto his bed. She had never seen his eyes look so intense before.
He placed his lips on hers once more, and she wrapped her legs around him, making her dress ride up. Their tongues swirled together again as they began grinding against each other, making them both make soft moans into each other's lips. He grabbed the edges of her dress and pulled it off her and began staring at her breasts almost immediately.
"Like what you see?" She teased, loving his hungry looking expression.
"It's even better than I imagined," he said with a slightly husky voice. He unclipped her bra, releasing her breasts to the cold air. Her nipples were already hard, and he wrapped his mouth around one, sucking on it. She gasped, and he brought his other hand up, squeezing and pinching it. Gods, it felt so good to be touched like this.
He moved to her other nipple, his fingers now trailing further and further down where all the heat had pooled in her body. He expertly pushed his fingers below her panties, feeling how wet she already was for him. It was almost embarrassing. "You're so ready…" he murmured against her breast.
"Take off your clothes, too. I don't want to be the only one naked," she said, trying to change the topic. He laughed, and began unbuttoning his top. She leaned forwards and began helping him, unbuttoning his pants and unzipping his fly.
There was a distinct bulge there, and she was pleased to know she had the same effect on him. He pulled his pants and boxers down at the same time, his body now fully naked for her to marvel at. He moved between her legs again as his face settled above hers. "Are you ready?"
She bit her lip and nodded, "yes." He seemed eager to get started as he aligned his cock with her entrance and thrust inside, making her let out another gasp. She felt so full and stretched out, feeling slight pain from having nothing inside for so long. He pulled out and thrust inside again, and she wrapped her legs around him, pulling him closer.
He moved down and bit her neck, distracting her for only a second before he began thrusting. His dominant personality seemed to be unleashed, because he immediately became rough with her as he felt her clench around him. "Fuck you feel better than I imagined." The pain she felt became more and more intense pleasure with every thrust, and soon she could barely remember her own name.
"You're so deep…" she moaned, her eyes rolling back. The bed creaked from the force of his thrusts, and neither of them cared for even a second. They moaned loudly in unison, both so in tune with each other's movements. He moved his hand between their bodies and began stroking her clit. It was her kryptonite. She felt herself getting close, and the delicious swirling of his index finger was driving her crazy. "Fuck, I'm so close," she announced.
"I know," he groaned. "You're squeezing me like crazy."
She fell over the edge as she clawed his back, moaning his name over and over as her whole body pulsed. This seemed to be too much for him, because as her wetness pooled around his cock he came as well, thrusting into her as hard as he possibly could as his cock released his load deep inside of her. She could feel the heat in her belly, and it turned her on even more.
With a few final thrusts, they both road out their orgasms, both completely out of breath. He pulled out of her and collapsed next to her on the bed, his smile lazy and weak.
"That was so good," she said, still panting.
"We need to do it again," he agreed.
This time, it was her turn to laugh out loud. "You're ready already, huh?"
"Not quite, but I definitely want to have my way with you again," he shifted forwards, getting off the bed as he pulled her against the edge.
"What are you doing?" She asked, confused.
He moved his tongue close to her core, grinning wickedly as he said, "now, it's my chance to finally taste you."