Ben and Melinda met online, using a website that is not exactly known for its love matches. As they initiated communications they were both tentative and reluctant to believe this might actually be "it". Ben's friend, Seth, actually completed his profile as a joke on his 28th birthday, when his relationship du jour crashed and burned. But as the emails came pouring in he took the site more seriously and started looking online for a "match".
When he spotted Mel's profile it was kismet, he knew the moment he saw her she was the physical equivalent of his ideal. Knowing that a sexy, hot, Latina with green eyes, gorgeous curves, in her second year of law school, would be anyone's definition of perfection, he pursued her with the stealth mastery of the alpha male that he was. Never going too far, or pushing too hard, but maintaining a confident, sensuous style that had her gasping and heated from the first time they interacted. After a couple of e-mails and online chat's he was captivated; by the time they had spoken on the phone and had their first meeting, he was convinced she was destined to be his.
From Mel's perspective, it was hard to believe a guy like Ben actually existed in the "real" world. He was like a Roman warrior that had been plucked from a different era, self possessed, immensely strong, intelligent, sardonic yet with a sweet, sensitivity that made her think of wrapping him inside of her legs and bearing his children. Was it truly possible that a handsome, successful, guy, 6'3", with ice blue eyes, thick, silky, black wavy hair and the cocky, witty, humor and sexy banter that kept her tingling and anxious lived in her universe? Their first phone conversation resulted in accidental phone sex and ended in her cumming harder than she had during her last relationships best sex.
It was the combination of his sexy, husky voice, his words detailing and promising exactly what he would do to her, how he would touch and stroke her and dominate her as if he could read her mind and clearly see her secret passions and desires. She had never been pursued with such single minded purpose by anyone. By the time she realized she loved him with a passion that left her fascinated and terrified it was too late; her heart belonged to him.
Their first meeting had been over a year ago, it was then they learned they were both more real than they could have previously imagined with passionate chemistry so strong and undeniable; they actually made love within the first 15 minutes of their first face to face meeting. That single moment of first sight was utterly intense. Mel had driven to Lancaster, PA, cautioning herself the entire way to be open to anything, like him weighing up to 100 pounds more than his pictures, being 48 instead of 28 or living at home with his mom and two illegitimate children while he brewed up meth in his dilapidated backyard shed.
Even that depressing possibility was not enough to prevent her from taking the chance that he just might be real. After parking the car, and softly touching the small gold crucifix against the hollow of her throat, whispering a gentle prayer that some part of him might be what she longed for, what she needed to feel whole. As she got out of the car, looking at his beautiful home, and watched him open the door, something in her soul began to crack open, a heat spread through her body, intensifying from the apex between her thighs, straight through her battered heart. As she moved slowly toward him, Seeing him walk toward her with the grace and purpose of a mating wolf, eyes hot and hungry, the obvious power behind each movement, made her as wet as rain as she stood frozen, holding her breath unable to move, panting as she watched her future glide toward her in a pair of black jeans, black tee shirt and tattoo with Celtic designs.
The slow sexy smile, he graced her with, and his hooded eyes belied the fact that he was also having trouble breathing and processing her beauty, her petite frame, curvy beyond his wildest dreams, and the sexy feminine aura that was uniquely hers.
As he moved within the circle of her space, where he could smell the clean scent of her perfume, her body's individual fragrance, and the heat of her arousal he knew before he touched her that their loving would be like a white hot flame. Before even speaking words of greeting he was growling lowly, pulling her small body towards him and as she was guided within his strong arms, his eyes possessing her, large hands grasping her tiny waist she whimpered as he slid his mouth over hers, biting her soft full lips, pushing his tongue inside of her like it was his God given right, pulling her up high to reach him.
Simultaneously she caught and pulled up on his shoulders, climbing up his body like a cat in heat as his hands slid down her back and he gripped her luscious round ass pulling her into his massive erection as he walked back up the stairs to the inside of his home. Her soft summer dress had been no barrier to his will and intent, he had pulled the front of the dress open and ripped off her panties as he kicked his front door shut with his foot, as he moved across the living room he was using both hands to rub her clit against his rock hard dick, as she frantically opened his jeans with her small hands pulling him out and guiding his hard cock into her warm, moist slit. As she attempted to take some control and lift herself over his cock so it could go inside he teased her by rubbing against her clit as he walked them into his bedroom, carrying her as she gasped and moaned in a fevered frenzy of unrestrained passion against his mouth and chest.
That's how their love affair started and it continued with them passionately loving, laughing and cajoling each other and falling more deeply in love each minute of each day. Two souls split at birth, two sides of the same coin, her sensuous, passionate, and hot as fire in temperament and demeanor, and him cool, laid back and logical, always easy going and fun; both learning and complimenting each other. Though there were many times when she wondered if he would or even could actually get angry or upset about anything and if he did, what that would look like. She couldn't imagine him mad and had occasionally fantasized about stirring his passions to that point and how he might respond to her if he ever actually lost his precious control.
Months later...
No one spoke the entire way home, each lost in their own thoughts and perceptions of what happened. Trying to assimilate why the other was mad, each believing they had the sole right to be upset. It had started at a Valentines Day gathering at the local neighborhood bar, not far from their home. A place they each enjoyed, baby going together, after work, to unwind, catch up on their day and enjoy each others company, play a game of darts or a quick round of pool.
