Flipping her around, he lay his forearm against the trunk for El to brace her forehead.He kissed the nape of her neck, bit her ear, licked her shoulder.He fumbled at the closure of his breeches, desperate to be in her, wanting that wet heat wrapped around him.She pushed back against him and he bit off a curse as he struggled to free himself, finally notching himself against her.He growled as he shoved himself in, her core hot and drenched and clenching around him so tight.She gasped, her neck arched as she took him to the hilt.
Gripping her hips, he held her still as he pulled himself from her core only to push roughly back inside.Her hands scrabbled over the bank, finding a hold as he thrust inside her, his rhythm rough and desperate.The sight of himself disappearing into her, coming out shiny with her want, made him wild.“You feel so good around me, El,” he rasped.“So tight and hot.How did I live without this?How did I live without you?”
“Benedict,” she whimpered.She jerked, her core clenching around him.“Benedict,” she moaned as she came.
He moaned, his rhythm jerking as he lost control, pounding into her over and again as he sought his own release.His spine tingled, the orgasm rushing through him and he ripped himself from her, his breath hissing out of him as he came.
Wrapping his arm around her middle, he buried his face in her neck as he recovered, his legs weak and his chest heaving.“El, El, El,” he murmured, his lips rubbing over her neck, her shoulders.
Her back pressed into him with each of her harsh breaths, her fingers digging into the bark and her head heavy against his forearm.Exhaling roughly, she turned her head to rub her lips against his hand.
Finally, he separated from her.She stood docile as he cleaned her with his handkerchief before smoothing her skirts back down.She looked a wreck, her hair askew and her expression well-loved.He no doubt looked the same, his very core rocked by their passion.
Wrapping her arms about his neck, she buried herself into him, her open mouth brushing his neck.Christ, when had he loosened his cravat?He must look a wreck.His own arms about her, he closed his eyes and breathed in her scent and the scent of them together.
He could have stayed like this forever, locked in embrace with her as their skin cooled and their breath calmed, languid and content and at peace, but he knew he could not.“We should return,” he murmured.
Her arms tightened.“Not just yet.”
“Not just yet,” he agreed, and they stood there in each other’s arms, the sounds of revelry a distant accompaniment.
Chapter Twenty
El’sfingersdugintohis flanks as he moved inside her, her breasts bouncing with the force of his thrusts, each one forcing a whine from her.She thrashed her head against the pillow, her thighs squeezing him and her heels digging into his thighs.
She was hot and wet and tight, and he was about to lose his mind.She’d already come once and he was desperate to work her to another.He wanted to feel her tighten around him again, wanted again the way she squeezed and rippled around him when she came.
He shoved her leg higher on his hip, and the change in angle as he fucked up into her made her keen.“That’s it, love.Give me another,” he growled.
“Benedict,” she screamed, her body bowing as she seized beneath him, her core clenching him as she came.His own orgasm stormed through him and he wrenched himself from her, a roar bellowing from him as he came, shuddering against her as she wrung him dry.
Collapsing on his stomach beside her, he gathered his breath, his heart racing and his body languid.Christ, she did this to him every time.He felt her fingers trailing up his back and, turning his head, he gave her an exhausted grin.“Best ever, El.”
She smiled back.“You say that every time.”
“That’s because every time it’s true.”Leaning over, he kissed her lips and then collapsed again by her side.
Rising above him, she leant so her hair formed a cage around them.“Perhaps we can improve upon that.”
He closed his eyes as her lips brushed his temple.She kissed his eyelids next, and then his cheek, murmuring wordlessly as her mouth traced his jaw, the chord of his neck.Flattening her hand over his heart, she placed a kiss on his breastbone, the organ racing beneath her touch.And then she went lower.
His cock, so recently sated, stirred.He could not believe he was ready to go again, however it was El.Of course he wanted her.Always.“Where are you going?”he said thickly.
The grin he got was so very wicked.Her head moved lower, her hair trailing over his overheated flesh.Gathering the bedclothes in his fist, he prepared for sweet torture.
The sound of a door closing echoed through the house.
El’s head shot up, her expression frozen.
Footsteps sounded, abnormally loud in the stillness of the empty house.
A horrified look on her face, El leapt from the bed, taking the sheet with her and leaving him exposed.“Who is that?”she hissed, wrapping the sheet about her.
He pulled a pillow over his groin, uncomfortable with being nude in this circumstance.Usually, he loved her eyes upon him when he was naked, however the wildness in them now negated that.“I do not know.No one should come here.”
“Someone has, Benedict!”she said, her voice on the edge of hysteria.
He shoved a hand through his hair.“It must be my brother.Or a servant.Or my brother.”
