0 comments/ 63644 views/ 33 favorites Bienville Hotel: Ben and Candice By: MsJess0125 This is one of many stories based on true events during my two year employment at a five star hotel. Names have been changed. Enjoy! "Crash, plane. Crash, plane. Please," Joe mumbled under his breath as the roaring plane dipped to meet the ground. His stomach tightened in that final moment when the craft connects. Joe was snapped into his seat, the aircraft touched down, and was airborne again. But only for a moment as the pressure built as the plane came to a roaring halt. Perfect touchdown. "Yay. We. Are. Here. Safe and A-live," Joe remarked with robotic sarcasm. John and Ben chuckled. "Whatever, dude. I am SO glad to get away from all that snow," John retorted. "Yeah, man, and at least this is a decent hotel. You remember that shack they put us up in when we did the Shackleford account?" Ben added. Joe smirked in Ben's direction. " Right. We know why you like this hotel." Ben shook Joe's comment off and glared down the aisle, congested with graying men in suits anxious to deboard. Ben wanted to change the subject, "You wanna grab takeout before we check in? Sushi?" "That one place near the hotel? Red Samurai?" John asked. Ben tried to hide his excitement."Yeah that's the one." Candice tried to contain her giggles as she changed the contents of the letter. She read it over once more, smiled to herself and stuffed the embossed cardstock back into the envelope. The General Manager insisted that the Front Office staff give welcome letters to each of the repeat guests. Unfortunately for the guests, it was the same letter every time. She remembered Ben saying that even though it was always the same letter, he still opened them thinking there would be something new. That's when she started changing his letters. She glanced at her watch and knew he would be checking in soon. She checked her hair in the mirror and headed to the front desk to greet her favorite guest. John, Joe and Ben worked together on this account for five years. Their usual hotel was dull, with Pepto pink curtains and forest green carpeting. The staff did their job. The room service was gross. The pool was dingy. As soon as the Bienville Hotel opened, they convinced their firm to book their rooms there since it was 20 minutes closer to the office. The Bienville Hotel sat dormant for over thirty years until a national luxury hotel chain decided to renovate it. It was a place of opulence and grandeur. It was originally built in the 1800s and was a cutting edge hub of culture and debauchery. The ornate carvings and sparkling stained glass echoed from a time of decadence and elitism. Only now the hotel was fitted with some of the best restaurants the city had to offer as well as the largest spa in the state. Not that any of that mattered to Ben and his colleagues. They were accountants. They were there for business. The hotel had an intoxicating magic that touched most of its occupants but Ben, Joe and John were immune. They did things there the same way they did at every other hotel. Gym, breakfast, office, gym, dinner, bed. Patterns, numbers, order, consistency. At least until Ben noticed Candice. The accountants trudged into the grand lobby. The lamps cast a Gatsby-like glow into the space. The stained glass rotunda was some 40 feet overhead, where regal portraits were gazing down on the patrons from between opulent relief work. Ben didn't notice any of it. He had his eyes fixed on her. Candice was at the long marble counter busy checking in a few middle aged business men when Ben and his gang entered the hotel. This gave plenty of time to watch her in action. She had her wild black ringlets pulled back today. Her skin was smooth mahogany. Her dark, wide set eyes were dreamy and gentle. She looked much younger than she actually was. On first sight one would think she was straight out of high school, especially since she wore little makeup. Her lips were soft and full and her mouth was small. And when she smiled it nearly knocked the wind out of Ben, and many other guests at the hotel. She spoke to everyone like they were a relative and had a subtle Southern accent which turned even the most berate customer into putty. Ben figured she was only so nice to him because it was her job. But he didn't care. It made him feel good. It made these trips bearable. Candice's manager Lori opened another check in terminal. John and Joe scooted over to her and handed over their credit cards. They were already heading up to their rooms by the time Candice's line opened up. "Hey Ben." Candice purred and tilted her head to the side. She looked up at him through dark lashes and smiled. Ben felt his cheeks warm. "Hey Candice, whatcha doin?" Ben leaned over the front desk so that their faces were less than a foot apart. He teasingly tried to peek over the wide marble counter at her computer screen before she swatted at him. "Working," Candice pointed to the white takeout box Ben was holding, "What's in the box?" She smiled pressing her tongue against the back of her teeth. That drove Ben crazy. His cock stir in his pants. "A dynamite roll. I ordered a spicy tuna roll and, darn it, they gave me the wrong thing. Do you know anyone who likes dynamite rolls?" Ben raised an eyebrow at her playfully. Candice shot her hand up like in a classroom. "ME!!!" Ben passed her the box of sushi and his credit card. She swiped it for his room, and handed him his hotel keys and Welcome Letter. He looked at the room number and back at her. She smiled broadly. "It turns out that we ran out of standard King rooms again and I had to upgrade you to an Executive Suite," Candice said with feigned innocence. Ben chuckled, "Oh darn, again!?" He snapped his fingers dramatically. The two giggled. "Have Mr. Dillon and Mr. Balicki noticed yet?" "Noticed what? That I've been buying upgrades with sushi? Nope. It's our secret." Ben answered peeking over at Candice's manager, Lori, who was still at her terminal. She looked up from the computer. "I don't know anything, "Lori waved them off, "I trained Candice to take good care of our repeat guests, that's all I care about. My lips are sealed." "Alright, I'm heading up. Have a good night," Ben winked at Candice and turned toward the elevators. Lori waited until he was out of earshot. "He walks like he has a huge cock, which, by the way, he wants to put inside you." Candice almost dropped her box of sushi, "Oh my God, Lori!" Her laughter filled the marble lobby. The concierge peered over his glasses at her from his desk. Candice composed herself and watched his perfect, firm ass as he walked. He did have a confident, wide swagger that exuded sexiness. As if his tall, athletic frame, dark hair and mischievous green eyes weren't enough. "Fuck, he is hot. I feel like a damned 13 year old around him. I start sweating...like, middle school sweating." Lori laughed at her friend. "Whatever, girl. He really wants you. He doesn't act like that toward any of the rest of us. He asks for you when you're not here and when you are here he won't let anyone else check him in." "Too bad I can't ask him out. Stupid rules!" Candice hung her head melodramatically. "Um, ok as your friend Lori and not your manager right now, there are ways around the rules. I mean, I'm a manager and I've been dating Nicole for, like, five months and she's an associate. Definitely against the rules." Candice shrugged her friend off. She's thought of asking Ben out plenty of times but she honestly didn't have the courage. Plus, a hot professional guy like Ben probably had some stylish, professional girlfriend somewhere. He was way out of her league. Candice took her sushi bribe to the break room, happier now that the object of her fantasies was back in the hotel. Ben reached his room, dropped his luggage and eagerly opened his welcome letter. He read the contents and immediately starting cracking up. The once professional, albeit trite sounding letter now read: Dear Mr. Poo Poo Head, Thank you for choosing to stay at the Bienville Hotel. We appreciate your continued sushi supply. If there is anything we can do to make your stay more enjoyable, please do not hesitate to press '0' for our Front Office Princess, Candice.. P.S. If you opened this letter it means you totally wanna make out with Candice. Circle yes or no. Ben circled 'yes' with the complimentary hotel pen and put the letter in the wastebasket. Candice was pretty flirtatious but he figured that was part of her job. He didn't want to embarrass himself. He grabbed the room service menu and scanned it even though he had ordered so frequently that he could probably recite it. He eyed the club sandwich and laughed quietly to himself thinking again of the check-in girl. The first three times he checked into the hotel he didn't even notice her. Usually hotel staffers were nameless, faceless robots. But on the fourth visit, she made herself known. "Club sandwich guys!" Candice proclaimed with her big grin when he and his colleagues walked in. Most girls found the three guys a little intimidating. They were all tall, handsome, athletic and in their late 20s. Nothing like the typical picture of what accountants should look like. "Excuse me?" Joe said, narrowing his eyes at her from behind his glasses. Candice remained bubbly and unaffected. "When you guys check in you all order the club sandwich around the same time," Candice pointed out. Ben's stomach dropped. How embarrassing. He looked at his colleagues. Each of them was wearing a pair of khaki slacks and a polo shirt. They looked like ice cream cones. Ben was only 28 and had, apparently, become quite boring. Joe straightened up defensively, "Well if you had healthier options on your menu then we'd order something else." His New York accent always came when he was irritated. Candice just smiled, "Well, this is Alabama. I think we are the second fattest state. AND we're on the coast. So that means all the healthy, fresh seafood we catch is immediately deep fried." Ben and John chuckled. Joe was not amused. "When you call to order your food, just tell us what you are in the mood for. In most cases, the kitchen is able to accommodate. We will do whatever you need to make your stay more enjoyable. We value your business, Mr. Dillon." Then she smiled THAT smile and Ben's heart skipped and the tips of his ears tingled. That seemed to have satisfied Joe, although he was stilled stunned by her audacity. She completed their check-in and Joe turned to John, "What the hell was that about?" The three men walked to their elevator, "You heard her, Joe, and we ARE in Alabama," John responded, "People just, like, talk to other people here." "What-the-fuck-ever, just give me my keys and shut the fuck up, y'know?" His accent was in full swing. Ben smiled to himself on his way to his room. He dropped his luggage and picked up the phone. "This is Candice at the Front Desk, how can I help you?" "Candice, you just checked me in. This is Mr. Chapman. Or, uh, Ben. You don't have to-y'know, um...I'd like to order room service." "Ok, Ben. Club Sandwich?" "Nope, I'll take the filet, medium. A glass of merlot and the molten chocolate cake." That was the beginning of his nearly two year crush on Candice, the Front Desk girl. The week continued in the usual way. Ben spent his days in the office. When he returned to the hotel he would always look for Candice at the desk and wave. He brought down his laundry and chatting with her for 15 minutes. Another night, he brought his laptop into the lobby to work and just ended up staring at her, checking to see if she treated him any differently than the others. She flashed her brilliant smile at everyone who came in, her perfect teeth contrasting against the velvety, deep brown of her skin. Her body language was different with other guests, more formal. Ben felt a little honored by their secret friendship. That Friday night the guys decided to eat in the hotel bar. Candice came in looking for Nick, one of the bartenders. She leaned against the bar, Ben pretended not to look. He got up from his table and headed toward the bathroom, nodding in her direction before turning the corner. He looked back at her once more and caught her watching his ass. Ben looked away quickly and darted down the corridor to the men's room. He couldn't believe it. She was totally checking him out! Maybe it was because they were in the South but Ben had doubts as to whether she found him attractive at all. Now he knew that race was not an issue, he was ready to make his move. "Next Friday night, don't forget!" Candice yelled to the bartender as she dashed out of the room.. Next Friday, Ben already knew, was her birthday. She had taken the whole week off last year and would, no doubt, do the same thing again. He mumbled something to his colleagues about needing to speak to a manager about his room and headed to the front desk to try to squeeze some information out of Lori. This account was wrapping up. They may only be coming to this hotel for another two or three weeks and that's it. Things had to happen with Candice. Ben walked to the Front Desk where Lori was standing. "Hey have you seen Candice?" she asked Ben. Usually if Candice left the desk it was because she was chatting it up with Ben and the guys somewhere in the hotel. "Uh, no. But speaking of Candice, I was thinking about getting her a gift card or something for her birthday next week. See, because she's been so great to us-with our stay here, and, uh, I just wanted to say, you know, like, 'thank you' since our contract is, um winding down..." Ben was suddenly feeling like a stalker. He was sure Lori could see right through him. And Lori could definitely see right through him, but she was one step ahead. " Oh yeah, Candice's birthday. It's gonna be great. I'd invite you but there's this whole associates-can't-fraternize-with-guests-thing. So that's why I can't invite you to Red Samurai next Friday at about 10pm," Lori raised her eyebrow at him. "What?" He finally got it, "Right, too bad. But it's a public place, so who knows? I might just bump into you." Lori smiled excitedly and shooed him away from the desk as another associate came up to ask her something. Ben guessed he was going to have to get two gifts. One for Candice for her birthday, and a thank you gift for Lori. The soulful music echoed through the dim, narrow space. Tapestries from around the world hung from the exposed brick. Various nude portraits lined the walls. The crimson sconces cast a slightly red glow amongst the patrons, all of whom were there for the celebration. Groupings of plush, jewel toned couches and chairs were filled with housekeepers, artists, bartenders and poets. Along one wall of the long room was a bench covered in colorful upholstery and an assortment of pillows. That is where Candice sat with her best friends. Candice practically lived in her work uniform but tonight she wanted to feel sexy. Her long black curls were pulled into a messy up-do that was held in place by a jeweled vintage hairpiece. She was wearing a long-sleeved, low cut black dress that came right below her knees and hugged her ample curves. It looked like something Marilyn Monroe would wear, sexy without desperation. Most of her male friends were looking at her like hungry wolves. She didn't care much. She'd been drinking and was sitting in between her two best friends at her favorite restaurant. Tonight couldn't get better. Candice was just finishing her first cocktail when Alex, her best friend since middle school, jabbed her in the side with her pointy elbow. Candice nudged her friend back, a little harder than was necessary and then followed her dumbfounded gaze to find three familiar figures standing at the restaurant's entrance. The accountants. Candice tried to look casual as she watched Joe interact with the hostess for a few minutes, straining to hear their conversation. John stood by Joe, listening intently and Ben was...staring. She locked eyes with him and flashed her bubbly, toothy smile at him trying desperately to look unshaken by his sudden appearance in her universe. Ben's happy green eyes looked different to her, darker, determined. The corner of his mouth crept slowly into a crooked grin and suddenly Candice felt naked. When they were in the hotel things were safer. Muted. But now there was nothing between them. No marble counter, no name tag, no formality. He was here, in her world where she'd always wanted him. She had fantasized about this dozens of times but now that he was really here, she didn't know what to do. She was disoriented. She shot a suspicious glance at Lori who feigned innocence and surprise so well that Candice believed it. Candice motioned for the waitress to come over and ordered a tequila shot. The accountants passed Candice's group to the back of the room where there was one table left. Joe and John took the chairs and Ben sat at the end of the bench. There were three people between him and Candice. She could feel the bench move under his weight as he sat, acutely aware of his proximity. Joe leaned toward the group, "Who's running the hotel if you're all here? What's the occasion?" "It's Candice's 25th birthday!" exclaimed Alex. "Well great! Happy Birthday! Enjoy your party, you deserve it." Candice smiled meekly and tossed her tequila shot down her throat. She could still see Ben watching her in her periphoral vision. This was going to be a long evening. As the night continued, Candice's friends came and went. A few would leave, then a few would come. They would shuffle to accommodate new quests. By the end of Candice's third drink there were only two people between her and Ben. Ben tried to focus on the conversation between John and Joe, but he couldn't help peeking in her direction. Fuck, she looked hot tonight! He watched her gorgeous mouth as she entertained her friends, throwing her head back in a fit of laughter. His eyes trailed down her gorgeous neck to her full cleavage, heaving and trembling with every breath and every giggle. He'd only ever seen her in her uniform, buttoned up to her neck. Seeing her flesh for the first time, Ben's mouth watered imagining her smooth naked curves. He followed the line of her chest, down over her flat tummy in that perfect black dress down to her toned calves peeking out below the hemline. Wait. There was no one between them. Somehow in the last few moments the final two friends between them had shifted down to the other end of the bench and Candice was but a few feet from Ben. There was nothing between them - and there was a lot between them. That seemingly empty space was full. Full of energy, full of nerves, full of desire. It was almost midnight and the hotel's evening shift had just arrived. New people came in and hugged the birthday girl. Most of them settled on the opposite end of the bench, forcing Candice to scoot closer to Ben so that no space remained. Shoulder to shoulder, hip to hip, thigh to thigh. A year and a half of talking, a year and a half of flirting, a year and a half of glances. And finally, here. Now. Contact. Ben had to put his arm on the back of the bench to accommodate her. He glanced down the booth at Lori who was already grinning in his direction. She's a sly one. He casually leaned closer to Candice and glanced down at her. She peeked up at him and smiled nervously, then turned her attention back to her friends. He had never been this close to her before. She smelled of vanilla and honeysuckle. Ben was dizzy, and determined. He knew she was avoiding him because of the associate rules but he HAD to cross the barrier. Tonight. "Well, hell," Joe bellowed, surveying the closeness of the two groups, " we might as well join the party, right? You guys are practically family!" And Joe scooted their table to meet the rest. All of the employees froze and looked at Lori. Mingling with guests was strictly forbidden at the hotel. Lori could tell everyone was awaiting her approval. Bienville Hotel: Ben and Candice "Hey, hey, look, I'm off right now. We just happened to be here when they happened to be here," Lori said, "Anyways, I'm not supposed to hang out with associates so I would incriminate myself if I said anything, so fuck it, have fun." The buzz of the crowd went right back to full volume. But not for long since the waitress hollered over the crowd. "Hit the lights, hit the lights! We gotta sing before midnight! One-Two-Happy Birthday To yooou." And all the restaurant patrons turned their attention to Candice as they sang the song in unison. Candice beamed at her friends. Ben watched her as if she was in slow motion. She bit her bottom lip in anticipation and giggled shyly. The glow from the candles made her velvety chocolate skin look even more delicious and Ben held his breath and she brought her gorgeous, soft lips together to blow out the candles on her...on her... "What is this?" Candice asked the waitress after she blew out her candles. "Um, its something new the chef made up. It's called the 'Crunchy Monkey' roll. It's banana and strawberry sushi, the roll is tempura fried and its covered with chocolate sauce and powdered sugar." '"Only in America can you take something as clean and pure as sushi, fry it and drown it in chocolate sauce," Candice shook her head as she plopped a piece into her mouth, "Mmmm, but it's really, really good." Everyone started ordering Crunchy Monkey rolls to share, and more liquor of course. Red Samurai was the only restaurants downtown that stayed open until 3am. Candice continued to stuff her face. She looked at Ben with a full cheek, "Youwanshum?" Ben nodded and she passed him her chopsticks. He went for a piece, it slipped and fell back on the plate. Candice grabbed it with her fingers and offered it to him. He grabbed her wrist to steady her hand and took the bite. It was warm, and sweet and crunchy and he could taste her fingers underneath. He held her gaze with his piercing green eyes. "Delicious." And with that small interaction, the barrier was broken. Any hesitation or awkwardness dissolved. Simply and swiftly. Ben's arm dropped from the back of the bench to Candice's shoulder as she alternately fed herself and then him. Candice's usually vibrant personality had been briefly stunned by Ben's presence, but now she was back to her usually chatty self. Keeping a conversation with one of the housekeepers while occasionally depositing another bite into Ben's mouth, cupping her hand underneath for any chocolate drips. No one was put off by her behavior. She was nurturing toward everyone. Nick, the Bienville Hotel bartender, started buying rounds of tequila shots and conversation revved back up. Candice would sometimes turn toward Ben for his opinion and her hand would drop to his knee, or his thigh...and the contact made Ben's skin electric. Ben caressed the skin of her shoulder with his thumb any time she made a joke or got tickled by someone's comments. As time passed, Candice melted into Ben's side. Their position was unmistakable. But everyone was too drunk to notice. Ben had been dreaming of this moment . This vibrant, bohemian life full of color and intellect and life. And the queen of all of it, this magnetic force at the center of all the action, nestled against his side and...and...dozing off? "I'm sleepy. I think I'm ready to go home," Candice yawned toward her friends. "Aw, babe I just got here!" exclaimed Nick the bartender. "Ok? Um..thank you? Nick you stay out all the time, I'm an old lady, I am ready for bed." Lori chimed in, "Alright, old lady, let me help you get your presents together. Ben, can you help Candice get her bags home, she lives a few blocks from here." Ben nodded and helped Candice up from the bench. He put his hand on the small of her back while he patiently waited for her to hug and thank all 30 something people still in the restaurant, including Joe and John who were hammered and, luckily, within walking distance of the hotel. Lori stuffed all her presents in to one manageable bag. "Love you, Lori, I'll call you as soon as I get home so you know I'm safe," Candice said while hugging her friend. Lori looked at Ben knowingly, "No no no, sweetie, that's not necessary. I know you're in good hands." Ben and Candice walked for about a block giggling and chatting about the party. After a while, Candice grew quiet. Ben looked down at her. She was shivering slightly and had her arms folded tightly across her chest. "Hey, do you want my sweater?" Ben stopped in his tracks, dropped the bag of gifts and started to pull his black sweater over his head before she answered. Candice's teeth chattered a bit as she watched as his sweater caught his white undershirt for just a moment, giving her a glimpse of that sexy trail of dark hair just above jeans. He had those perfect V-shaped muscles which led down to a place that Candice had been fantasizing about for over a year. She licked her lips. "Oooohooo, aren't you chivalrous?" she said mockingly, " My apartment's not far though, you don't have to do that." Ben ignored her and pulled his sweater over her head. It fluffed her curls a little and the sleeves were long and hung on her like she was playing dress-up in dads closet. Day after day she had done everything possible to take care of his needs. Now, Ben got the urge to make sure all HER needs were met. They reached her apartment and she fumbled with her keys a little before letting him inside. Ben dropped the gifts on a chair while she chattered nervously and turned on the light. "Seriously, feel my nose. It's frozen," Candice exclaimed. Ben obliged. "You're a wimp, it's not that cold,: "Uh, YOU live in Chicago. S-s-subzero temperatures are like an everyday thing there. Seriously you're not cold?" Ben was far from being cold. His heart was pounding and his insides were burning. It was finally going to happen and it was going to happen now. She reached out to touch his fingers. "You ARE cold, you liar, and I have your sweater! Lemmie warm you." Candice ran her sweater covered hands vigorously up and down the length of Ben's muscular arms. Ben gazed down at this giving little woman, her brow pulled together in concentration. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her close. He knew that she could feel his hardening cock against her belly. He wanted her to. "I am a little cold," Ben rasped into her soft black tendrils, "maybe this will help." Ben cupped Candice's face with both hands and stared deep into her dark, widened eyes looking for a sign of resistance. When he saw none, he bent his head down to kiss her gently. Her mouth was tense at first and Ben put a hand at the small of her back and pulled her closer. He kissed her slowly, deeply opening her mouth to his kiss. Her body melted into his embrace as she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down to her hungrily. Ben captured her mouth fiercely, delving his tongue into her hot waiting mouth as she ran her hand through his dark hair. A moan escaped from her as her hands trailed down to his muscular chest. Ben broke his seal on her mouth, nibbling and tasting the flesh of her neck eliciting ragged sighs from deep within her. His hands roamed over every inch of her frame. Ben broke their kiss and grunted with frustration as he pulled his sweater off of her, tossing it somewhere into the living room and replacing his hands on her firm, ample ass. He reclaimed her mouth and reached down to grab the fabric of her dress, inching the hem up until it was bunched around her waist and he could reach her bare skin underneath. Candice gasped as he roughly grabbed both of her ass cheeks, biting her lower lip. The walls of her wet, waiting center trembled in anticipation Ben guided her back against the wall near her front door and pulled her dress over her head, discarding it on the floor. He pulled the fabric of her bra down, savagely exposing her taut, mocha breasts. He bent down and greedily captured one in his mouth, lapping and sucking the warm flesh. Candice's skin was on fire, her breathing just a series of agonized gasps. She tangled her fingers through his hair, tugging it desperately. "Mmm, Ben. I need you to touch me," her voice throaty and hoarse with yearning. Ben straightened his stance and offered her one long, drugging kiss and reached down between them, seeking her heat through her panties. The thin, gauzy fabric was moist with her wetness. He dipped his hand down under the elastic to find her sensitive pearl while continuing his deep, gentle exploration of her mouth. He dipped a finger into her moist folds, bringing slickness to her hardening clit, circling it quickly and gently. Candice gasped at his touch and slowly grinded her hips against his hand. "More." Ben removed his hand from inside her panties and pulled them down to her knees. She shimmied and stepped out of them as Ben brought two fingers to her waiting mouth. She locked eyes with him as she took them, hungrily sucking and licking them. Ben couldn't take his eyes off her gorgeous, swollen lips, his cock straining against his pants. He removed his fingers from her mouth and plunged them into her tight depths, first one finger and then two curving them slightly to reach her most tender spot. Candice put her foot on the a nearby end table, nearly toppling the lamp, giving him more access to her. Ben pumped his fingers deep insider her, pressing her G-spot. Candice's breath grew shallow and hot against Ben's neck as he pinned her against the wall, his thumb rubbing her hardening clit with every stroke. Ben watched her gorgeous face as he fucked her this way, her head thrown back and her eyelids fluttering. Her skin glistened and her natural, earthy musk mingled with the sweet vanilla of her perfume. The walls of her wet center clenched around his busy fingers. She dug her nails into his shoulders and arched against the wall. Ben knew she was close. She panted against every thrust, "Oh my god! Oh my god! Ohhh my god!" Ben drove his fingers faster and Candice could feel her climax building from deep within, tugging her womb, rolling through every fiber of her being. She cried out as ripples of ecstasy overcame her. Ben held his palm flat against her fleshy mound, his fingers still while she final tremors of her orgasm subsided. He kept his other arm tight around her waist to support her. He watched her contorted little eyebrows relax, she opened her eyes to meet his. "You know I'm not done with you, right?" Ben shot a wicked glance at Candice before reaching both hands under her thighs and lifting her. She wrapped her legs around him instinctively, the fabric of his t-shirt electrifying her already sensitized clit. She couldn't believe this was happening. She had to be dreaming. But she wasn't. She could smell his delicious masculine scent under his cologne and feel his strong hands splayed under her thighs, carrying her to her... hall closet? "Shit. Which one is your room?" Ben chuckled, kicking the door of her closet closed. "To the left! No YOUR left!" Candice could hardly contain her giggles. Yeah, this was definitely not a dream. Ben found the door to her bedroom, he was laughing so hard that he tripped a little, plopping Candice on her bed so hard that she bounced. "Now THAT was chivalrous!" Candice laughed as she watched him pull his t-shirt over his head, revealing his sleek, muscular chest and thin trail of dark hair running through his belly button and down into the front of his jeans. Candice licked her lips, growing intoxicated with lust thinking about where that gorgeous trail of hair led. Ben pulled his jeans and boxers down, stepping out of them, his rigid cock springing free from its constraints. Ben was proud of his physique and stood stroking his cock for a moment before replacing himself on top of her. He kissed her, feeding on the sweetness of her hot, willing mouth. She ran her hands up the muscled flesh of his chest to his shoulders and playfully pushed him onto his back and climbed on top of him. She deposited a feathery wet trail down his firm belly, grazing her hands along his sides, teasing his skin. She licked and nibbled her way down to her target: his thick, ready shaft. Ben watched her wrap her slender, mahogany hand around his throbbing white cock. She stared into his eyes with a boldness he had never seen from her. He hissed as she ran her hot tongue flat against the seam of his swollen shaft, giving it one long, wet lick, her tongue eagerly tasting the salty, sweet bead that seeped from the tip. Candice smiled at his reaction and continued her slow assault on his manhood. She engulfed his cock with her hot mouth, pumping her fist slowly as she sucked his length in and out. He rocked his hips, forcing his hardness deep into her throat. She relaxed, letting him fill her mouth, listening as his breath grew ragged. He grunted and gently pushed her off of him. She looked at him quizzically. "Uh, I don't want this to end before it begins. You are really, really good at that," Ben panted. Candice smiled shyly and crawled up his lean body, straddling his lap. His rigid member throbbed against her opening and she grinded her hips against him slowly, relishing in the sweet friction between their most sensitive places. "Holy god." Ben gripped her fleshy ass roughly, guiding her tempo, "Fuck! Candice I need to be inside you." Candice raised her hips momentarily and gripped his straining shaft, positioning it at her waiting wetness. She watched him as she lowered herself, little by little, onto his cock allowing her body to stretch around his girth. Ben sighed as her heat enveloped him, pulling her hips down and buring himself in her hot, molten core. She cried out, the delicious pain of his piercing fullness taking her by surprise. They waited there for a moment, relishing the sublime miracle of their union, hard meeting soft, fitting perfectly. Candice rocked her hips on him with hypnotizing, agonizing slowness. She leaned down over him, draping her heavy, brown breasts in Ben's face. He suckled and nibbled at her hungrily. Her pace grew more primal as she heaved against him. She raised up, splaying both hands on his broad, hard chest for balance. He stared up at her sweet face and placed his hands on her waist, steadying her as she bounced her plump ass on his obedient cock. Her sexy, dark eyes grew wicked, lustful and she fucked him faster, riding him. Ben bucked his hips beneath her, matching her rhythm, pounding her tight, wet furnace. "Oh fuck, Ben, that's fucking perfect! Mmnm, don't stop!" Candice was delirious with lust. Her rhythmic cries and the wet, slapping sound of their frenzied love-making filled the small room. The walls of her pussy gripped his pistoning shaft and her body tightened- another fire-hot, shattering release quaked though her. Candice's head rolled back lazily as he slowed his pace beneath her. Her body went limp. Ben rolled on top of her, never leaving her sweet warmth. She opened her heavy-lidded eyes and stared into his brilliant green ones. He lowered his face to hers, taking her mouth once more, their bellies fused by their sweat-sticky skin. Slowly he worked himself deep insider her, caressing her insides with agonizing restraint, her sensitive center sending aftershocks through her body. He ground his body into hers, rocking his hips against her swollen clit. Every thrust forced the air out of her lungs in short ragged grunts, hot against his neck. Beads of sweat emerged on her golden brown chest and his brow as he pounded into her, pulling her knees up and pinning them under his chest, forcing his erection deeper into her womb. He could feel his balls tightening as he lost control, recklessly bucking within her he released his hot seed, his muffled growl warm against her soft neck. Ben collapsed on top of her. Ben caught his breath and rolled off of Candice, pulling her snugly against his side. "Mmmmm, that worked," Ben exhaled loudly. Candice was half asleep. " Hmm? What worked?" Ben surveyed the scene. Candice's curls were slicked flat from sweat against her forehead, Ben was sprawled out, practically steaming. "I'm warm." The two giggled, hoarsely into the quiet space. Ben's laugh turned into a groan. "Aw, fuck, I have to go to the hotel in the morning and pack for my fucking flight. I don't know how I'm going to wake up." Candice snaked her hand down his hard torso and scooted up to kiss him. "I'd be delighted to arrange a wake-up call for you Mr. Chapman." Ben smiled to himself and drifted into sleep. He was looking forward to whatever kind of "wake-up call" she had in store. Yes, he thought, she was going to make his trips more than bearable.