Emmaline’s small hands smoothed over his shoulders and under the sides of his jacket, exploring his body shyly.
“Take this off,” she whispered, tugging at him.
Benedict hurried to comply, throwing his cravat to the floor as well, needing as few barriers between them as possible. Thank goodness the staff knew better than to disturb him in his study.
Her fingers worked on the buttons of his waistcoat, as her lips tentatively kissed the side of his neck, his blood surging hot in his veins at the feel of her mouth on him.
Benedict savoured the smooth, soft feel of Emmaline’s skin, cupping the full curve of her bottom under her skirts, running his hands covetously over her thighs where they spread across his hips.
She was enough to bring him to his knees.
Emmaline was rocking herself on Benedict’s lap, her unabashed desire making him want things that should wait until their wedding night.
But perhaps he could give her pleasure, at least.
“Can I touch you?” Benedict managed to ask, voice rough as his hands threaded into her hair and tugged her head back, needing to see her eyes when she answered him
“Oh, please,” she moaned, reaching for his mouth with hers, brown hair tumbling free from its pins to fall around them as they lost themselves in each other for another endless moment.
His fingers reached between them, finding her soft heat and slipping through the folds with a groan. She bucked under his touch, gasping with need, her hands moving to the flap of his pantaloons and fumbling with the buttons.
“I want to touch you too, can I?” she asked distractedly, her eyelids fluttering as Benedict worked her bundle of nerves with teasing circles.
The thought of her taking him in hand almost undid him, but Benedict managed to reach down and free himself, hissing with satisfaction as he watched her reach out and grip the proud length of his cock, her fingers wrapping around the girth and testing the feel of him in her palm.
“Am I doing it right?” Emmaline asked shyly, flashing her eyes at him as a drop of seed gathered at the tip, smoothing it down over the crown with her thumb.
“Oh, yes, absolutely,” Benedict managed to utter, as she squeezed and stroked his length, threatening to unman him with her touch.
The angle of their bodies made it hard for him to pleasure her as she did him, so he took a chance and pushed her hand away, lifting her and fitting the seam of her sex against the line of his cock, growling with pleasure at the feel of her moist heat riding his flesh.
Emmaline gasped and ground down against him, her cheeks pink with excitement as they explored the feeling of their bodies fitted together.
He rocked her hips in his hands, helping her find a rhythm.
“I… It feels…” she moaned, her eyes closed, and it was perhaps the most erotic sound Benedict had ever heard in his life.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
“We should stop,”Emmaline gasped, breasts heaving as her head fell back in delight.
“Yes, we should,” groaned Benedict, licking the curve of her neck and then biting down on the line of her shoulder as her heat rode his length in long, sinuous pulses.
She was so wet, she was soaking him, the dip of her opening sliding past the tip of his cock with every glide so that he thought he would go mad with desire.
As she slipped over him again, Benedict gripped her waist desperately under her skirts, hitching them up and away so that he could glance down at the sight of their bodies tangled together.
“Christ, Emmaline, you are driving me crazy,” he rasped against her skin, kissing her mouth, her jaw, the tops of her breasts. Anywhere her skin was bared, he wanted to taste it.
“Does it feel good for you, sweetheart?”
“It feels so good, Benedict. I want more… Please.” Her breathy plea sent a pulse of seed from his crown, the need to take her surging past the place of no return.
Catching her hips in his hands, he guided her to the tip of his cock, notching himself at her entrance and holding her there as they kissed, panting for breath against each others lips.
“Just let me pretend, then,” Benedict groaned, pressing his forehead to hers. “I won’t breach you.”
She nodded, her eyes half closed with lust, lips swollen from his kisses.
