Threading his hand through her hair dislodged the pins and chestnut curls fell about her, kissing her soft skin and tumbling over her gown.He’d hadn’t seen her hair down since they were children, and he couldn’t help but imagine the same locks spread over pillows and sheets, and then over his skin.His cock ached, thick and heavy against his breeches.Gathering the locks in his fist, he gave a tug.
“Benedict,” she whimpered, her neck arching.
Over the years, he’d told himself he had never noticed the curve of her breasts, had never imagined their weight in his hands, how they would feel if he shaped them, how they would taste against his tongue.He’d told himself he’d never noticed the elegant dip of her waist, or the curve of her thighs, and had never imagined what lay between them.He hadn’t stared at the freckle below her ear and imagined the sounds she would make if he licked it.But now he stared down at her breasts plumping against the neckline with each ragged breath and he knew that he’d lied—he’d imagined all these things and more.Christ, she made him hard, harder than he’d ever been in his life.Fuck.This wasEl.
Suddenly, she turned in his arms.Taken off guard, he let her, his body thrumming with desire.An agonising moment stretched between them before she lifted her hand.He stayed completely still as her fingers traced his check, his jaw, coming to rest on his chin.
Eyes dark, she slid her thumb over his bottom lip as he had done her, the tip parting his lips.He couldn’t stop himself licking her, wetting her flesh and watching as her darkened eyes flared.Chest tight, cock harder, hr watched her watch him as she painted his mouth with wet, her thumb slicking his skin.
Gaze on his mouth, she said, “Perhaps we could do kissing again.”
“Yes,” he rasped, and bent his head to take her mouth with his.She made a sound at the back of her throat, part moan, part sigh, as if she had been awaiting his kiss since their last.
The kiss was wild, full of passion and desire.Lust storming through him as her tongue met his eagerly, her arms winding around his neck, scrambling his wits and leaving only an intense need to please her, to have her scream his name.She dug her hand into his hair, over his nape, down his shoulder, her body moulding to his.He gathered her closer, his heart wild, revelling in the fit of her against him.and setting him aflame.
With a groan, he trailed kisses down her jaw, burying his face in her neck to lick and suck there.She was so soft.She smelled of lilies, and he knew it was because she adored lilies and she had bought her body weight in perfume that reminded her of them.The scent became stronger, and he wanted to drown in her.Under his tongue, her pulse beat frantically, her taste salty and sweet.But…this was to be a lesson only.
“We should stop, El.”He didn’t want to stop.He wanted to touch her, and have her touch him, and he wanted this to never end.
She opened her eyes, her expression dazed.“Experience is just as important, is it not?”she gasped.“I should like experience.”
He wanted to bellow his agreement.He wanted to take advantage.He wanted… “El…”
“Please, Benedict.”Her lips brushed his ear as she whispered, “Show me.”
His control snapped.Hauling her closer, he took her mouth again.The sound she made this time was all moan, her arms wrapping around him as she pressed her breasts into his chest.They stumbled to the settee and he followed her down, covering her body with his.
“More, El?”he rasped.
“Yes.Yes, Benedict.Please.”
Grasping her jaw, he pushed her head until her neck arched prettily.She watched him with desire-drugged eyes, and then she watched him as he dragged his hand down her chest.Hooking his fingers in her bodice, he shoved it down and it was an easy task to take her stays and chemise with it.Her breasts were round and full, pale flesh topped with the most mouthwatering nipples he’d ever seen.She was glorious spread out before him, her neck arched and her eyes drugged, and he had the extreme privilege of her allowing to see her like this.Swallowing the lump in his throat, he finally,finally, cupped her breast.
She was so bloody soft and sweet, the feel of her overwhelming his senses.She keened, pushing herself into him, her eyes glazed with desire.The soft flesh shaped to his touch, her hardened nipple stabbing his palm.He had to taste her.She moaned as his mouth covered her nipple, as he rolled the distended flesh with his tongue.Christ, she was salty and sweet and the scent of lilies wound around him.Curling a hand around her thigh, he drew it up to hug his hip, making himself a cradle.Fitting him to her, he thrust his hips, and he moaned at his cloth-covered cock rubbing against her.
She tensed.“Benedict?”
Her uncertainty pierced the haze, cleared from his head.Bracing himself on his hands, he looked down at her.Wide eyes stared up at him, darkened with lust but also with uncertainty.She’d never done this before, of course she was hesitant.“You’re doing so well, El.You want this?”
Gaze locked on him, she nodded.“Show me, Benedict.”
Gathering the hem of her gown in his fist, he dragged the fabric up her legs.Skirts now pooled around her hips, he lowered his eyes and just about swallowed his tongue.God, she was so pretty.Pink and drenched and glistening.“Look at you, all wet and plump and delicious,” he rasped.“I am going to touch you now.”
Wetting her lips, she nodded again.
Pride and triumph and possessiveness roared through him.He had made her speechless with his touch.Hehad.Covering her mound, he slid a finger through her folds.He bit off a curse This must be what heaven felt like.Silken and hot and wet.“Open wider, El.”
She did, her knees falling either side of him.He found the bundle of nerves at her centre and she jerked.Her hand gripped his forearm, stopping him.
“You want this?”he said again.
She nodded drunkenly, her fingers digging into him.He circled her, her flesh becoming wetter and slipperier under his touch.She gasped and moaned, her legs clutching his hips.Sliding his fingers down her seam, he found her core, teasing the entrance with little strokes.She whimpered, biting her lip as her back arched.Watching her face, he slid a finger into her, circling his thumb against her as he moved inside her.Her breath hitched, her nipples tightening, and she was hot and wet and tight and, Christ, he wanted to make her break apart and hear her scream.He whispered in her ear about heat and wetness, the feel of her and the heat of her, and he tried not to think how easy it would be to free his cock and sink into her clutching depths.
“Benedict,” she whimpered, her breasts straining.Fingers digging into his forearm, she shuddered, her core rippling around his fingers as intense pleasure crossed her face.He chased that expression again, adjusting his touch, and back bowing, she stiffened, her mouth opening on a silent scream as she found her release, her thighs shaking and her back bowed.She was a beautiful mess sprawled beneath him, her expression dazed and her bones languid.
Pride filled him.He had done that.
Pulling back, he wiped his hand before he smoothed her skirt over her legs.She stretched, a lazy smile pulling at her swollen mouth.
