“You mean, there’s more?” Georgiana knew therewasmore. Cecilia and Sophia had, for better or worse, shared every breathless detail of their experiences with her, but she hadn’t understood until this moment that no one could explain what it would mean, or how it would feel to her to be with theman she loved.
She wanted Benedict. Desire pooled in her lower belly, and every inch of her skin burned for his touch, but her heart, the swell of tenderness there…no one had toldher about that.
Because they couldn’t. This moment belonged to her and Benedict alone.
She met his heavy-lidded dark eyes, saw the softness in them as he gazed down at her, and her heart flailed in her chest, its frantic rhythm both exquisite and painful at once.
Slowly, she began to stroke him again, pressing the weeping head against the soft skin of her belly, her mouth opening when she felt a streak ofdampness there.
Benedict sucked in a sharp breath, then caught her wrist to still her hand. “Stop.”
Georgiana didn’t want to stop. She wanted to press her lips to his and make him fall apart for her. “No, I want…Benedict!” She squealed and threw her arms around his neck as he tumbled her onto her back in the bed.
“I know what you want, sweetheart.” Benedict buried his face in the curve of her neck, nuzzling her there as he eased her legs open and settled himself between them.
Georgiana sank her hands into his hair as he dropped a string of tender kisses from her neck to the hollowof her throat.
“Do you trust me to take care of you, Georgiana?” He brushed her hair from her forehead, his dark eyes serious asthey held hers.
He even had to ask? A small smile drifted over Georgiana’s lips and she opened her legs wider, cradling his hips between herthighs. “Yes.”
He drew in a deep, shaky breathy and reached between them to stroke her, teasing and pinching her tiny bud until she was slick with arousal, and gasping and arching against him. “I—I need—”
“Sshh. I’ve got you, princess,” he whispered, shifting his hips so the tip of his cock nudged against her throbbing center. He didn’t thrust inside her, but remained still, caressing her damp folds and suckling and licking her nipples as he let her get used to the sensation of him between her legs.
Soon that slight heaviness there wasn’t enough, and she was writhing against him, soft whimpers on her lips. She wanted…she wanted…
“Oh!” Georgiana’s back arched as he sank one long finger inside her.
Benedict gazed down at her, his lips parting. “Does that feel good, sweetheart?”
Georgiana’s reply was lost in a strangled moan as he shifted his hips again, dragging the head of his cock over her center at the same time as he stroked his finger inside her, taking up an easy rhythm, his glittering dark eyes on her face. He kept up the slow, steady thrusts until her hips began to move to the pulses of his finger inside her.
Then he added a second finger, groaning as her legs fell open to welcome him inside. “God, look at you. So beautiful, and so wet for me. Do you wantme, Georgiana?”
“Yes!” She clawed at the sheets beneath her, desperate. “Please…”
She cried out in protest when he suddenly withdrew his fingers, her head thrashing on the pillow at being left empty and aching, but he caught her chin in his hand to still her. “Look atme, Georgiana.”
She stilled, meeting hishot, dark gaze.
“I need to see your face when I take you,” he gritted out, his voice hoarse. “Do you feel me, sweetheart? Do you feel how much I want you?” As he spoke, he was pressing into her, at once impossibly large and hard inside her and somehow necessary atthe same time.
Then he gave a quick, hard thrust and a sharp pain exploded inside Georgiana. She sucked in a breath, stunned, but Benedict was there, stroking her damp hair back from her face and murmuring to her, tender words of praise mixed with regret at having hurt her, until at last the burning pain receded, and her body relaxed around his.
He began to move then, slow, gentle strokes at first, crooning to her as he kissed her lips and neck and teased his tongue into the hollow of her throat, and she was so lost in his kisses, so lost inhimshe wasn’t aware she’d wrapped her legs around his waist and was urging him on, her body and her words begging him for more.
“Benedict, please,please…”
He threw his head back with a groan when she sank her nails into the sweat-slick muscles of his back, the cords of his neck straining as he worked his hips to give her what she needed. “Come for me, princess. I need tofeel you come…”
Georgiana didn’t understand what he meant, but her body cooperated instinctively, pulling tighter with each snap of his hips, pushing her closer and closer to the edge of the peak, then holding her there for a breathless instant until the tension inside her began to unravel in warm waves of bliss, and she clutched at Benedict, lost in pleasure as she cried out his name.
She clung to him as he went rigid above her, a hoarse groan tearing from his chest as he took his pleasure. She held him tightly against her as the final spasms rocked him, a dazed smile on her lips as damp heat rushed between her legs.
Then his lips were in her hair, and his whispered words in her ears, and she was falling, falling into a dark, soft place where no one had to go away, and she and Benedict might stay here forever, with his arms wrapped around her and his heart beating against her cheek.
Chapter Twenty-two
