And she was. Eliza had never been this close to a peak for so long before—not that this was comparable to her awkward fumblings under the bedsheets. She nodded, incapable of more.
“How can I help?”
“I— Can I— I want to touch you.”
His breath escaped in a rush. “Anywhere. I’m all yours.”
Eliza’s hands unclenched from his shoulders and dragged down the rigid, tensing muscles of his chest. Her finger brushed past a flat male nipple, earning a gasp. Intrigued, she teased it a second time, more intentionally as the other hand made for the bulge brushing her hip, bumping along the ridges of his abdomen—so hard where hers was soft.
As she cupped his impressive hardness, Benedict groaned, “Fuck it.”
His hand abandoned her waist, trusting her to maintain their dance on her own as he traced down her thigh with a questioning gaze.
Eliza, who could deny him nothing, nodded. When his hand met the bare flesh of her calf, her gasp echoed along the petals of her garden. Benedict was on a mission as he traversed the private skin of her knee then thighs.
“Bound for hell anyway. May as well earn my way dripping in your honey.” Then his fingers reached the pleasurable button she’d been grinding against his thick thigh and she gasped.
“Christ,” he muttered.
She tightened her grip on his member as he worked two fingers inside her without hesitation, leaving his palm for her to grind against.
“Is that better, beautiful? Something for you to clench onto?”
She nodded, too close to the edge for anything more. Her own hand fumbled inexpertly as his worked her with confidence.
“That’s it. You’re right there. Focus on it.” Benedict didsomethingwith his fingers, twisted, pressed. And her body broke.
The essence of her, everything that tethered her to the earth, burst into sparks. Vision abandoned her in a shower of blinding stars.
When she returned to the world, his hand was still brushing against her center, drawing out the pleasure as her muscles fluttered around his fingers. His other hand covered her mouth, a fact she was both grateful for and embarrassed about. His hips were still rutting against her weak palm.
Senseless, she pressed a kiss to the palm that covered her lips. A mirror of his earlier touch. His hand grazed along her cheek, offering her his wrist. The temptation there proved too much, and her tongue darted out to taste his pulse.
Benedict’s swallow was harsh, giving way to heavy, panting breaths. Slowly, gently, he pulled his other hand away from her core, a longing furrow forming between his brows at the pitiful sound she made.
“I know, I know…”
He untangled himself from her dress before he pulled her fingers away from his still hard member.
“But…” she protested.
“Shh, that’s my punishment to bear.”
“I don’t?—..”
“You’ve given me everything, Eliza. It’s time for you to return inside.”
“But—”
He shook his head in response before meeting her forehead with his own.
“Benedict, I… Thank you. For tonight, I mean. It was perfect.”
His lips pressed together in a ghost of a smile before he dropped them to her temple in a gentle kiss.
“To bed with you. I’ll see you soon.”
“Tomorrow?” she asked, hopeful that his plans had changed.
