He moaned, lips slamming back onto hers as his fingers tangled in the ties of her robe.
“I’ll be so good for you,” he muttered as he pulled away again, grazing her jaw with the edge of his teeth. “Everything you want.”
She knew what she wanted, and her fingers reached for the buttons of his trousers.
Benedict caught her hands between their bodies. “This is about you,” he whispered along the line of her neck.
“I want it to be about us.”
“But—”
“Let me explore, Benedict.”
Wide eyes with blown pupils met hers. Benedict’s lips parted. “Tell me what you want,” he panted.
Eliza swallowed her nerves. “If you lay back, will it hurt?”
“I promise you I am incapable of experiencing pain in this moment.”
Satisfied, she luxuriated in the feel of her palms tracing the planes and lines of his chest. And then, ever so gently, she pushed him to the ground. He was far too strong for her to direct without his cooperation.
“May I— I think you’ll like something,” he said, eyes beseeching.
When she nodded, his hands found her waist, and he raised her off his thighs before setting her down directly overtop his hardness still trapped beneath his trousers. The press of his thick ridge between her thighs drew a gasp from her.
“Good?”
She nodded. “So good.” Eliza returned to her exploration, luxuriating in the expanse of smooth skin, dusted with dark hair. Then her fingers bumped up against his breeches. “I would like some clothing off, though,” she added, tugging on the waistband.
“Anything,” he agreed. Between panting breaths, he tipped his chin toward her. “Your chemise?”
“That too.”
Permission granted, he dragged the soft cotton up and over her head, her curls spilling over her back.
“Eliza,” he groaned. “How are you even more beautiful than you were in my mind?”
It seemed this was a rhetorical question because he stole her breath when he surged forward, his lips claiming her breast.
“Most perfect breasts in this world,” he murmured as he switched from one nipple to the other. Every one of his touches fueled the arousal blooming low in her belly. And his words… they left her near insensible.
His hand slid along her spine before reaching her bottom. “And this arse…”
“Benedict…”
He hummed, lips too contented with her bosom to be parted from it.
“I want you to take your trousers off.”
That phrase seemed to penetrate his lust-addled head. His lips lifted off her nipple with an obscene pop. The sound sent her hips rocking against his member.
“Yes, yes.” He lifted her briefly before depositing her lower on his thighs. A dampness had bloomed from her, leaving a patch seeping into the fabric of his breeches. He grumbled, “Fucking soaking me… drowning me…” while his fingers fumbled at his falls.
When it seemed his fingers were incapable of cooperation, she batted them away and managed the buttons herself. He froze, eyes locked on her fingers working to free his member from between her splayed thighs.
Eliza undid two buttons before his gaze drifted to hers. “You are so damn beautiful. How are you real?” His hands reached up to cup the swell of her breasts and pinched both nipples.
She could no longer restrain a laugh. “Benedict,” she giggled. “If you cannot assist me in freeing your… appendage, you must at the very least cease distracting me.”
