Page 84 of An Innocent Bride for the Duke

“Oh, Benedict,” she moaned, his tongue having now fully emerged and licked the full length of her slit before his lips impressed themselves lightly on the swollen bud of flesh above. “Benedict…”

The pleasure of these kisses was delirious and Louisa had no idea how long it continued. On the two occasions when Benedict had brought her to physical climax with his fingers, time had been short and the risk of interruption great. Tonight, there was no urgency at all and the lapping of Benedict’s tongue and play of his lips reflected this.

Several times, he brought Louisa very close to what she recognized as the edge of that peak of joy, but then drew back, leaving her crying out for more and then soothing those cries by beginning all over again.

When Benedict finally drove her all the way over that edge, Louisa’s cry was close to a scream and the spasms deep in her womb so powerful that she felt them to her toes. While she was still quivering and clinging to him, he drew the half-fainting Louisa up and lifted her in his arms to carry her into the bedroom.

“Now?” she panted as he laid her on the bed.

“Yes,” Benedict answered, kissing her with salty lips as he unfastened his trousers and undershorts and dropped them beside the bed. “While you are soft, wet and dazed with pleasure…”

Taking a pillow, he placed it under Louisa’s hips, the lewd raising and displaying of her private places shocking and thrilling her. While Benedict caressed and arranged her body, aftershocks of pleasure and pangs of new desire shot back and forth at his touch, making her squirm and toss her head fitfully on the pillow.

“There, it will be so good, so sweet, I promise,” Benedict soothed her, kissing and fondling her breasts again and now running two of his fingers up her pouting slit and then into her body. “See how soft you are here now, Louisa? My rod will stretch you but it should not hurt.”

Spread open on the bed and brought to a state of wild excitement and arousal, Louisa’s eyes were inevitably drawn to the proud shaft jutting from Benedict’s groin, the purple head and the whole organ seeming to visibly throb. It was large enough that she knew she must stretch to accommodate it and yet she longed for rather than feared its entry.

“Yes,” he groaned, closing his eyes when Louisa’s hand reached out and stroked him. “God, yes. That feels so good.”

It seemed unreal that she had a man’s organ in her hand – unreal but incredibly arousing. Learning also that this part of Benedict was as sensitive as her own most intimate places turned Louisa on all the more. Squeezing his shaft in her hand, she elicited another groan from him.

Meanwhile, Benedict’s fingers pressed at her passage and his thumb caressed the pleasure bud at the top of her slit, making her hips rotate with excitement.

Louisa was panting all over again by the time Benedict withdrew his hand and came above her, kneeling between her open thighs. The thick head of his shaft rubbed slowly up and down her wet slit several times before he nudged it between her inner lips and began to fill her.

“Oh, Benedict!” she gasped as the head and first few inches were easily lodged, and then a little more, and more. “Yes! Ooooh…So deep…”

Somehow that whole magnificent organ was soon buried in her body and Benedict’s hips swirling at her centre of pleasure. Louisa moaned and writhed helplessly on the bed beneath him, seeking Benedict’s kisses as the dual sensation of being filled and rubbed threatened to overwhelm her.

“Oh God, I need…” she whimpered.

“You need this,” Benedict whispered in her ear with gruff tenderness, withdrawing slightly and thrusting in again as Louisa tensed and gasped, “and this, and this.”

The slow, powerful rhythm of his thrusting gradually transmitted itself to Louisa too, her hips soon moving in sync, her knees pressed tight to Benedict’s sides and her involuntary moans mirroring his own lower grunts of pleasure.

The fear of being overwhelmed no longer mattered. Benedict had her and Louisa belonged to him. If she came undone, it would be in his arms, with his manhood deep inside her and his lips on hers. It was right and good, and then it happened.

Louisa screamed for the second time that night as her body contracted with impossible pleasure, this time in tandem with a triumphant cry from Benedict who buried himself to the hilt repeatedly and then stayed there, throbbing for long seconds in her warm wetness.

When it was over, they gazed into one another’s eyes with wonder, neither wishing to move. Benedict wished that they never had to.

“Is it always like that?” Louisa asked after a while and Benedict shook his head and then shrugged.

“Perhaps with us it will be,” he added with a laugh. “We must try again and see.”

“But truly, Benedict,” asked Louisa again, “tell me honestly, rather than in jest. Is it really always so when men and women couple? I cannot imagine that so many in the world would be so unhappy if it were.”

Benedict paused, tenderness pulling at his heart and his belly as he looked into Louisa’s hazel eyes and considered the question again.

“No, it is not always so good,” he admitted, speaking slowly as he searched for the right words, “certainly not for everyone, every time. What I feel with you, I have never felt with anyone else. It is…different, somehow.”

“Different?” Louisa continued to question him, although her face had become strangely knowing, as though she had already figured out the answer he was still seeking.

“Yes, so very different,” Benedict mused, dropping kisses on her face. “You know all of me, Louisa, you touch all of me and I feel it everywhere, not only in my body. You are in my head, and in my heart and in my soul.”

“You are in every part of me now, Benedict,” she returned with a smile, deliberately teasing as she embraced him with both her arms and her thighs. “So, what would you call that, Benedict? Is there a word that maybe covers all that I feel and all that you feel?”

Now, he knew where Louisa was going and smiled as he rested his forehead on hers. It was not a difficult admission at all, and indeed, he had already spoken some of the words to her before, although only briefly and in a moment of heightened emotion.