“Yes,” she said thickly.
Fuck, her voice did things to him.Focussing, he gathered the chemise in his fist and dragged it up, over her calves, her thighs, over her hips, and then the chemise was gone and El stood before him.Naked.
Christ.El wasnaked.
Her creamy shoulders sloped into her narrow ribcage before flaring out gently into wide hips.Tight pink nipples topped her large breasts, and his mouth watered to taste them.Her breasts were topped with the most beautiful pink nipples he’d ever seen.Her belly was soft, her thighs thick, her core shielded with a dusky dark triangle.
She was, simply put, perfect.
“Benedict?”
He dragged his gaze to hers.Uncertainty lurked beneath her smile, her hands twitching as if she were moments away from covering herself.Bloody hell, how could she doubt how much he wanted her, how utterly lovely he found her?“You’re perfect, El,” he rasped.“So bloody beautiful.”
Her face bloomed with a hesitant smile.“Truly?”
“I cannot imagine a more lovely sight than you.”Locking his gaze with hers, he raised his hands and very deliberately undid his cravat.
Her eyes dropped to his throat, the tip of her tongue touching her bottom lip.He felt her gaze on him like a touch as he removed his jacket, unbuttoned his waistcoat, took the cufflinks from his sleeves and drew his shirt over his head.
She licked her lips, her gaze devoured his bare chest, his tight abdomen.Lust tightened her features, her eyes glittering, her cheeks flushed, and he couldn’t keep himself from her any longer.
Wrapping an arm around her waist, he hauled her to him and took her mouth in a wild kiss.Twining her arms around his neck, she opened for him, her flavour sweet, her tongue tangling with his as need twisted inside him, an unbearable ache.Her breasts flattened against his chest, soft, so soft, while her hard nipples rubbed against him.Sliding his hands to her buttocks, he kneaded the soft flesh and she moaned into his mouth, her arms tightening.
Fuck.
“Get on the bed, El,” he rasped, so thickly he barely recognised the sound of his own voice.
She did as he bade, watching him as he closed the distance between them.Her gaze drifted down.“Your breeches.”
“They stay for now.”Holding her chin, he took her mouth again, telling her with his lips and tongue what this meant to him, whatshemeant to him.How she was intelligent and brave and wonderful and so beautiful she made him so hard he hurt.
He traced the cord of her neck with his tongue, the hollow of her throat, her chest.Covering her breast with a hand, her gasp music to his ears as he pushed her soft flesh up, the rounded fullness a delight, and her moan when he bent his head to her nipple drove him mad.
She clutched his head to her, her legs moving restlessly as he pulled upon her, her nipple delicious and hard in his mouth, and it was even better when he blew on her wet flesh, her nipple tightening further as her fingers pulled his hair.
Surging up her body, he kissed her.Her thighs rubbed his hips and belatedly, he remembered he still wore his breeches.Pulling back, he shucked himself of his breeches and his underclothes before returning to her, bracing himself as he fitted his hips between her thighs.He about swallowed his tongue at the feel of her.Christ, she was wet and soft and hot.He fucking ached with how much he wanted inside.But she had not done this before.“I have heard it hurts the first time,” he said.“I do not want to hurt you, El, but I might.”
Raising her hand, she brushed it over his brow, into his hair, over his nape.Closing his eyes, he leaned into her touch.“All will be well, Benedict,” she said softly.
A disbelieving laugh stuttered from him.“Areyouattempting to reassureme?”
Her brows drew and they stared at each other.Her lips twitched and then they both started laughing.
Never before had he experienced this.His bare, aching cock pressed against her wet heat, his body tight with need even as his heart was light with laughter.But it was El, wasn’t it?Of course it would be different.It would be the best experience of his life.
Sobering, he dragged his thumbs over her cheekbones.“Are you ready?”he murmured against her lips.
A flush staining her skin, she nodded, her gaze on his, and he drowned in pools of gold-flecked brown.
Grasping her knee, he lifted her thigh to hug his hips, opening her to him.Taking himself in hand, he notched himself against her.Wet heat enveloped his head and, gritting his teeth, he rasped, “El?”
She frowned in concentration.“It is…strange.You may continue, however.”
Christ, even now she made him smile.He pushed another inch into her and swallowed a moan.She was tight, and wet, and as soft as silk, and he was about to die.God help him, he’d better not fuck this up because he definitely wanted to do this again.With her.Forever.But first, they had to do it this once.
She gasped, a twinge of pain entering her expression.He froze immediately.Hands curling around his biceps, she exhaled.“There is more, is there not?”
He nodded, his ability to speak gone.Straining above her, he determined to keep still but, fuck, it was hard to do so when she felt the closest thing to heaven he’d ever experienced.
