Chapter 13

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

“We should stop,” Emmaline gasped, breasts heaving as her head fell back in delight.

“Yes, we should,” groaned Benedict, licking the curve of her neck and then biting down on the line of her shoulder as her heat rode his length in long, sinuous pulses.

She was so wet, she was soaking him, the dip of her opening sliding past the tip of his cock with every glide so that he thought he would go mad with desire.

As she slipped over him again, Benedict gripped her waist desperately under her skirts, hitching them up and away so that he could glance down at the sight of their bodies tangled together.

“Christ, Emmaline, you are driving me crazy,” he rasped against her skin, kissing her mouth, her jaw, the tops of her breasts. Anywhere her skin was bared, he wanted to taste it.

“Does it feel good for you, sweetheart?”

“It feels so good, Benedict. I want more… Please.” Her breathy plea sent a pulse of seed from his crown, the need to take her surging past the place of no return.

Catching her hips in his hands, he guided her to the tip of his cock, notching himself at her entrance and holding her there as they kissed, panting for breath against each others lips.

“Just let me pretend, then,” Benedict groaned, pressing his forehead to hers. “I won’t breach you.”

She nodded, her eyes half closed with lust, lips swollen from his kisses.

Fuck . He rolled his hips carefully, slipping just inside the sucking heat of her body.

Pleasure kicked him low in the gut, hands shaking where they held her tight against the power of his lust. Fingers digging into her soft skin as he tried to keep a grip on his sanity.

He dipped the head of his cock inside, letting it stretch her slightly, as her thighs shivered against him.

“Oh, oh . It feels…”

“How does it feel?” he whispered, lifting her hips and then pulling her down onto him again, filling her just a little more. Just a little deeper.

She pressed her lips to his, telling him with her kiss, teasing her tongue into his mouth and then biting softly on his lower lip.

Slowly, he worked his way just inside, and then slid back out, letting her glide back along his length once or twice and then teasing his way back inside.

It was madness, it was heaven. It was impossible to stop.

As he slipped inside again, Emmaline canted her hips, urging him deeper, another inch of tight heat yielding around him, making the blood pound in his ears as his release rose and swelled close to the edge of his control.

“Please, let me in, just one stroke. I’ll pull back, we can stop.” Bendict heard the words leave his lips.

“Yes, I want to feel you. We can stop then, we will .” Emmaline dropped her forehead to his, her eyes wide as he flexed his hips under her.

One thrust almost killed him.

That slow, smooth press into her tight channel, until he was seated to the hilt. The perfection of her, the way she parted around him like silky heaven, the smell of her skin where he pressed his face into the curve of her neck.

It was too much, Benedict couldn’t pull back, his cock pulsing inside her heat as he fought the urge to spill himself right there and then.

Instead, he reached down and pressed against her bud with his thumb, rubbing her there as she shuddered and arched in his arms.

“Benedict-” Emmaline sighed, gripping his shoulders, thighs opening wider as she ground down against the base of his cock. Her eyes wide now, locked on his as her hips started to move instinctively.

“That’s good, Emmaline, you are close, I can see it. Just let me make you feel good.”

He circled the crest of her pleasure with more pressure, flicking it, keeping in time to the roll of her hips.

And then Emmaline was crying out, head falling back so that her hair spilled down over his knees, bouncing herself helplessly on him now, sliding up and down his cock as she worked herself towards the pinnacle of her release like the goddess she was.

Her channel was squeezing him so tight, Benedict thought he would expire, sweat beading his forehead as he fought back the urge to spend, to thrust up hard into her scorching depths like an animal.

He wanted her to come first, needed to see her explode around him. He could practically taste her pleasure on his tongue, the moment was so intense.

With a shuddery breath, Emmaline convulsed in his arms, collapsing as she throbbed around him, moaning her way through the peak of her crisis while Benedict held her tight.

At the very last minute, he lifted her, allowing his cock to spring free so that he spent against the soft warmth of her inner thigh, creamy spurts of seed jetting free as his pleasure flared and burnt through him like a fire storm.