A/N: They decide to take it to the next level, but it doesn’t quite work out👇
His relationship with his mum now grew strained, but his relationship with Tina grew stronger. It was around the fourth or fifth date that they grew intimate. No longer restricting themselves to tender goodnight pecks or him carrying her around like she was his bride. It turned into full blown passionate snogging sessions, but they hadn’t quite gotten further than the snogging or even any over the clothes stuff, until one night.
They were at his home which was quite grandiose, posh and twice the size of her flat, in her opinion. He didn’t think too much of it. To him it was just a gift from his mum for his services to the brothel and a getaway from the depressing view of the red light district. For someone like her who’d never gotten past the view of the crumbling buildings that housed the brothels, neon sign cluttered pubs and filthy streets, it was Heaven! He’d given her a tour of the place and she’d just about finished praising the flat, when she felt him pin her against the wall. “What’s come over you, mister?” she asked, taken aback by his sudden demeanor. “I want you.” he whispered, his eyes conveying hunger as they remained everfixed to hers. She leaned forward slowly, but only to leave a solitary peck on his cheek like she’d done on their first date. He was dismayed, but realized there was more to it.
The tease! he thought to himself as he felt her moist lips suck at his dimple before they moved up and engulfed his ear, nibbling and sucking at it, causing him to moan. This was just foreplay, of course, and it wasn’t long before their lips met each others and their tongues overlapped passionately. He led her away from the wall, continuing to snog her while unzipping her dress, gaining access to her soft bare back. He wished to unclasp her bra with that expertise he’d gained unclasping his own all these years,but she pushed him away as suddenly as she’d invited him in.
She ran, he chased, this time pinning her against the leather couch in the living room. She began undoing his belt buckle and slipped her hand into his trousers to play around with whatever was causing that bulge on the front of his pants. This was a first for him and for her too. She’d never been the domineering one whenever she’d fucked her clients and he’d never had a woman give him a hand job or even touch him as intimately as she did.
He continued to kiss her, inching his hands down towards her lower back now. She giggled, quite ticklish at that and was silenced by another passionate kiss from him. He soon regretted his action of reaching under her dress and cupping her butt cheeks, cuz as soon as he did so, he was overcome by a stinging pain as she clamped down hard on his tongue as they kissed!
“Bollocks! Ya bith my thongue…why?!” he cried out in pain, talking with great difficulty as he grimaced and rushed to the kitchen to wash out the blood. She apologized profusely, watching as he spit out blood in the sink. He motioned frantically to the fridge for ice cubes and she obliged, handing them over to her injured boyfriend who immediately popped them into his mouth. The cooling sensation helped a bit and he calmed down a bit. This was nothing new for Ben. He’d been bitten on the tongue by his clients before- mostly the crazy ones with a freakish affinity to buccal cavities. He’d even been bitten once on the butt! But, what was her excuse? He’d only almost touched her butt. What was wrong with that?! As he pondered over this, he heard the door slam. “Thina…waith…! Well…that’s justh brillianth! Bloodhy brillianth! Greath goin, Ben!” he called out behind her, but she’d already left, too embarrassed to turn back. How was she gonna explain to him why she’d done what she’d done? The truth of it was that she’d been viciously spanked by one of her clients with a paddle earlier that day. It’d left her with a sore behind. The pain had just been aggravated by Ben cupping her sore cheeks, leading her to do what she’d done.
She called him later that night to check in on him before turning in for the night. “Again, I’m sorry. I guess I’m just not ready for intimacy yet…” she apologized yet again, pulling her covers to her chin as she whispered into the phone so as to not wake her roommate who slept in the next bed. She’d only just returned from fucking a rich and aggressive regular and it’d taken its toll on her, so Tina didn’t plan on waking her up. “Hey…we’ll do ith when yer readhy, kay? An’ when my thongue’s all healedh, yeah? That’ll probably be…ow…be aroundh the thime I sthop thalking like Scrooge McDuck, eh?” he accepted her apology, joking about his newly acquired lisp just to put her at ease. She hung up with a laugh. God! I love this man! she declared in her mind, before rolling onto her side.