“I am ready,” she announced, the most adorable frown creasing her brow.
Again she made him smile.Brushing his lips over her frown, he drew his hips back and then pushed forward another inch, and then another, until he was finally inside her, his hips cradled by hers.Holding himself still, he rasped, “Are you well?”
Frowning, she adjusted her hips.“Yes?”
Need raced along his spine.Fuck, don’t come, don’t come, don’t come.He couldn’t help the tiny thrust, his hips stuttering into hers.
She drew in her breath sharply, her eyes flaring.“Oh.”
“There?”He made the move again.
The sound she made almost made him come.“Benedict, what was that?”
“El,” he ground out.“Are you ready for more?”
Nodding frantically, she said, “Yes.Benedict, I—” She moaned as he moved, pushing into her.She was wet silk and heat, her core grasping him greedily.She tilted her hips, her eyes going wide.“Oh, that’s— Yes.There.Oh!”
He made sure to hit that spot each time he returned.“Come for me, El,” he grunted.
She arched against him, her head thrashing on the pillow.“Benedict, I—”
Reaching between them, he found her clitoris, his thumb circling the swollen flesh.She keened, her thighs tightening around him, her heels digging into his thighs.
“B-Benedict.What— Oh!”A flush painted her chest, her mouth opened on a silent scream.
He doubled his efforts, hitting that spot again and again, his fingers circling her, drenched in her.She gripped his forearms, her fingers digging into him as she shattered beneath him.
Burying his face in her neck, he held her thighs wide as her channel clenched around his cock, her orgasm ripping through them both.Fuck, he wanted to move, he wanted to fuck her again and again, but he had to hold still, he had to let her experience this to the fullest but fuck, he couldn’t hold on and then he didn’t have to.He didn’t have to hold back any longer and he shoved into her, all sense of rhythm gone, choppy and hard.She clenched around him again, her mouth an ‘o’ of surprise and he just about passed out, the pleasure blinding.His spine tingled, his ballocks drawing up, and he wrenched himself from her, release ripping through him as spilling his seed on the bedsheets.
He collapsed upon her, dazed.That was… She was… He had no words to describe what they had shared, apart from the best he’d ever had.The best.Turning his head blindly, he found her mouth.She returned his kiss, her hands stroking his back.
Finally, he regained the power of speech.“Was it as you wished?”
“Yes.More, even.”Her fingers dragged up his spine.“Can we do it again?”
The eagerness in her voice made him smile.Christ, he wanted to, but… “Perhaps not tonight.You will be sore.”He hesitated.“But we can again.If you want.To do it again.Another night.Perhaps tomorrow?”He held his breath.
She nodded enthusiastically.“And the night after, even.”
Moving himself off her, he pulled her into his arms.She lay her head on his chest and he told himself to ignore how perfectly she fit into him.“You do not wish this a one time only event, then?”
“No.I…It would be wonderful if…” Her cheeks pinkened.“Can we continue?As lovers.We can still remain friends,” she rushed to add.“The very best of friends.You are so dear to me, Benedict.But perhaps we can also be…more?”
Something twisted in his chest.He resisted the urge to rub it.“Of course,” he said, with a smile he did not feel.
The return smile she gave him was blinding.“I do not know why I did not think of you in the first instance,” she said happily.“This was a very good idea I had.”
“Yes,” he said.“It was.”
Chapter Fifteen
Softlipsbrushinghercheek woke her.Still half lost in sleep, Eleanor mumbled a sigh as the lips travelled down her neck.She arched into the touch, only for the tangle of bedclothes to trap her to the bed.Frowning, she opened her eyes to find Benedict braced above, the planes of his face cast in shadow and light by the still-burning coals in the fireplace.She smiled sleepily.“Benedict.”
“El.”Bending his head, he kissed her throat, his tongue dipping into the hollow.
“What are you doing here?”she murmured.Suddenly, she realised what she had said.The remnants of sleep fled and, sitting bolt upright, she demanded, “What are youdoinghere?”
“That hurt, El,” he said, rubbing the shoulder her sudden move had connected with.
