"Please, I don't want to wait anymore," I pleaded.
He chuckled, and the sound was decadent. It sent a jolt of arousal through my whole body.
"I want to taste you first, my dear. I've had too many dreams about this moment," he said, moving further down my body until his mouth hovered over me.
He glanced up at me before he pressed his mouth to my clit and sucked. I cried out, and he began exploring me with his tongue. He was a bit cooler to the touch than me, and it only added to the intensity of it. He worked my clit expertly, responding to every signal my body gave him until I was right on the edge of my release. My pleasure had gathered in the small of my back, my feet tingling, and then he slipped two fingers into me, and it sent my orgasm spiraling out of my core. Waves of pleasure overwhelmed me, and I cried out. He stroked me through the verylast of it before he pulled away. He smiled up at me.
I was damp with sweat and breathless as he came back over me, this time positioning his hips between my own sprawled legs. If I didn't have him inside me I was going to combust.
"Please," I whispered again.
"Please what, my love," he said, teasingly. His words registered, then…he'd called me that several times. Did he mean it?
"Make love to me, Professor," I said, my voice as languid as my body felt.
His brows creased ever so slightly in response, and I felt his cock jerk against me.
"Fuck, Iris, no one has ever affected me like this," he said, his voice a bit strained.
I adjusted my hips under him, insistent now.
He reached down and positioned himself and began to push into me. I gasped at the feeling of fullness he gave me as he worked himself deeper bit by bit. His arms flexed oneither side of my head. I studied the expression of bliss on his face, memorizing it. Once he was fully seated in me, he shifted, sitting back onto his knees. He raised one of my legs up while the other fell to the side, and he looked down at me, sprawled before him.
"Seeing you like this, Iris…limp with pleasure and stuffed full of my cock…it is truly the most beautiful sight I've ever seen."
Then he began to fuck me.
Deep, hard strokes, that made my whole body shake with the impact. I could already feel my orgasm building again.
"You take me so well, Iris, such a perfect cunt. Every inch of you is perfect," he said, and the praise, to my surprise, heightened my arousal. "Fuck, I am not going to last long."
Some part of me felt pleased at that; as if his body couldn't resist mine.
He put a hand on my lower stomach, gently pressing as he continued thrusting, and I couldn't stop the orgasm that hit me if I tried. I came, harder than I ever had in my life,and the sensation of release was so complete. I felt a rush of heat near my clit, and Benedict groaned. His gaze was fixed on where our bodies were joined, his brow creased in pleasure and focus. I'd gushed all over his cock, and he seemed to be memorizing the sight.
"Come inside me, Benedict," I said through ragged breaths. His eyes flicked to mine for a moment and he nodded. Somehow I knew this man—lich—would do anything I asked.
He thrust twice more and then he came, filling me as I felt his cock jerking inside me, the final waves of my own orgasm gripping him. Then we were still, and he looked down at me, so thoroughly ruined, and he smiled. My heart felt so full.
Benedict scooped me into his arms again and took me toward a door on the far side of the room. Inside was a massive clawfoot tub and a washbasin, and a whole shelf full of neatly-folded fluffy white towels.
There was a small stove next to the tub that could heat up the water, but I felt like showing off.
"May I?" I asked, gesturing toward the tub.
"Of course," he answered.
I summoned my necrotic fire and sent a small amount to cling to the outside of the tub. In just a few seconds, tendrils of steam curled off the surface of the water.
Benedict smiled at me and set me down. I stepped into the water and sighed in pleasure at the feeling of it.
"Would you like me to wash your hair?" Benedict asked, bending to kiss my temple.
"That sounds perfect," I said, and I felt the beginning of sleep claiming me.
Benedict carefully removed the pins holding my hair in place and ran his hands gently through the strands. With a cup he'd secured from somewhere else in the bathroom, he began pouring warm water over my hair. Then he was massaging the most wonderful lavender-scented soap into my hair, and Ithought I might drift off right there in the tub.
As he was rinsing, I actually dozed off a bit, and he chuckled as he helped me stand and wrapped me in one of the massive towels. He carried me back into the bedroom, and the last thing I remembered was the gentle kiss he placed on my cheek.
