Clandestine Meetings

[Benedict Bridgerton]

I'm not bound by                                  

Hearing her speak favorably towards granting him his desires when it came to clothing -- or lack there of -- drew yet another amused grin to his lips. And the fact of the matter was here, they could make such things happen. There was no rush to leave the comfort of her bed, nor the necessity to dress. He had no where else to be tonight and until the world forced them to part ways . . . then here they could both remain. He huffed in amusement as she spoke of the unfairness. "Hm," he said a bit thoughtfully. "We did speak previously about balance before did we not." Fair was fair. But there was something rather enticing about her being completely nude under him and he, still clad. At least partly. ◈   ◈   ◈  ◈  ◈ But of course such a thing was far from desired to be dragged out too long. His own need would disallow it. Hearing each sound of pleasure she made further fueled his actions and building need. Not that they had ever thought to be quiet before, that continued appreciation for the granted freedom to do as they pleased in the walls of her home took away any need for restraint or consideration. The way her back arched, pressing them closer together, he found an inner conflict: wanting to kiss her lips versus leaving them unoccupied so that he could hear her. For when she said his name again, he let out a heavy breath, unable to hear it enough times. The sound so comforting and sensual in the way she said it. Though he knew that the tone was now different, not that it made it any less enjoyed by him. Quite the opposite in fact. Pulling his lips from one breast he kissed along her chest to the other side, wishing to give equal attention to her perfect form. ◈   ◈   ◈  ◈  ◈ His lips eventually parted from the area, dragging back up along her neck as he simultaneously felt her hand slip under his now opened breeches and stroke him. It prompted a moan of pleasure from Benedict, breathless as he nestled his head in the crook of her neck, trying to muffle the sounds. But also, that former reminder in his mind . . . that there was no need to stifle anything tonight. As he felt her slide the last worn attire down his hips, he used his legs to push down the rest, sliding it fully off of him and letting it be the second part of his outfit that he let fall carelessly to the floor. Neither of them seemed to feel the need -- even in teasing -- to part from their current positions to pick it up. He titled his head to the side a little, his breathing growing heavier as she spoke of her need for him. ◈   ◈   ◈  ◈  ◈ Her scent intoxicating as ever one of his senses were utterly consumed by her. As they so often seemed to be in sync, her name too fell from his lips. "Genevieve," he breathed against her, his hand dampened with her building desire moving from her heat to his own need to guide him to her. He drew his head back ever so slightly, his forehead touching hers as he looked at her through heavily lidded eyes, wanting to watch her, to memorize every part of her in this moment. And with that, his hips pushed forward, a moan of both satisfaction of finally being inside of her again, mixed with the need for both of them to reach their release. Tag lennie3

                        the rules of society.

[lennie3]

Genevieve could imagine it — spending countless hours lounging in her bed without the need to rush to get dressed. When there was no party taking place outside of her door which needed their attention maybe that could be reality. It could be the two of them remaining in their own bubble for as long as they could possibly cling to it. Even now it felt almost more intimate than their current actions, a different kind of intimacy. She wanted it. She wanted the moments of passion shared between them and she wanted to share the moments of stillness with him as well. As terrible as the reality of it was she wanted to spend mindless hours with him, wanted to see the art Connor had mentioned the last time she had spoken to him.

It amazed her to hear him call back to their previous meetings, to the playful conversations they had shared before. Before she had not realised just how charming it would be, but now as he reminded her of the words they had shared in jest it brought a warm smile to her lips. She couldn't help but be just a little bit grateful he only kicked off his breeches and did not actually stand up to treat them with the same care they had done their other pieces of clothing. In fact if he had abandoned her on her bed now Genevieve was almost compeletely certain she'd find his boots wherever they were and toss them at him. But he stayed, kicking off his breeches and keeping her caged in beneath him as his mouth moved across her chest. His mouth lavishing at her chest and her free hand tangled in his hair pulled sharply at his locks, dragging through the short chestnut strands and she was reminded of how much she adored the silky feeling.

She continued to stroke him until her hand replaced his, and Genevieve's hand drew up to wrap around his shoulder. Her eyes opened as she heard her name, she liked it, she liked hearing the sigh of her name on his lips. Genevieve had not realised how it would fill her with such joy, a name was such a simple thing and yet it didn't feel simple in the slightest. It felt like everything, like joy and fear and a desperate yearning. In that moment Genevieve would have given anything in the world to hear him sigh her name against her skin one more time.

A smile formed on her lips as he leaned his forehead against hers. Genevieve's hands cupped his jaw to kiss him as he pushed forward, burying himself inside her heat and she whimpered softly, eyes fluttering shut. It seemed impossible to imagine she'd get tired of the way he filled her, the feeling of his body close to her own and Genevieve rolled her hips into his, silently urging him to move. Her lips found his briefly before moving down his jaw, over his neck as she kissed and dragged her teeth along his skin in soft bites. Rolling her hips against him once again, her actions slow and deliberate Genevieve moaned as she felt the friction causing the heat pooling inside her to grow stronger. There was nothing she wanted more than him, to feel every part of Benedict. She untucked her face from his neck, tilting her head back to look at him, meeting his heavily lidded gaze with her own eyes glazed with passion, "kiss me," Genevieve murmured, "please, Benedict."

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[Benedict Bridgerton]

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Benedict closed his eyes for a moment as her mouth and teeth moved along his skin, burning desire urging him to move rather than remain so still inside of her. The rolling of her hips prompting the same response, drawing a deep exhalation at the sensation. Since the moment he had stepped into her shop, it had been leading to this. Every interaction. Every movement. And yet, the pure thrill of knowing that this was not where it would end made this time more . . . intimate than any other. He wished to savour every touch, every kiss, every thrust. Committing it to memory so that he may think of how easy it truly was to be with another, to be with Genevieve. That it was possible in this society to let go and just . . . be. ◈   ◈   ◈  ◈  ◈ The thoughts stilling him, but her touches and words -- and of course his own aching need -- allowing him to move forward. To move to that peak that their bodies were desperate to get to. When he felt her face move from his skin, he opened his eyes, gaze still glossed over with both need and ardency. Her words caused his lips to slightly part, basking in what she asked and in hearing his name again. Ah yes. He was being truly spoiled tonight by this sweet music, and longed for it even more. But as sweet as it was to hear, he could not of course deny her of what she wanted. For he wanted it to. The plea just adding to the necessity to comply. ◈   ◈   ◈  ◈  ◈ He almost made a joke, using the word Promptly again, but was filled with far too much for his mind to form coherent thoughts, so instead, he lowered his head, a ravenous kiss, instantly deepening it to immediately follow through with what she asked. Or demanded. His hips pushed forward, the moan of delight muffled by the kiss but felt by a vibration with their joined mouths. He thrust again, moving deeper inside of her in a slow, drawn out motion. Ever so slightly nipping at her bottom lip, a further expression of how incredible it felt to be inside of her. ◈   ◈   ◈  ◈  ◈ He moved his hips again, starting to build a rhythm to each thrust. Slow in the beginning, wanting to take his time even though he knew that it would not last long with how much he needed her in this moment. "You are so beautiful," he breathed against her lips, his mind not even fully registering that the words had come out. There was no jest in his tone, voice slightly deeper than usual with all he felt, all he was consumed with. And he wanted her to know it . . . how maddening it could be to be filled with so much need for her, and the relief that came when they were together. Tag lennie3

                                                                 
                                                                    the rules of society.

[lennie3]

There were so many reasons why this should not have happened and yet the reasons as to why it should seemed to weigh much heavier on the scale. It should have been the simplest thing in the world and yet nothing about it was based on the futures they knew was in place for them both, two very separate futures. This was not a union to last and Genevieve it was very much the opposite of what Genevieve had adviced many friends to do, she told them not to get involved with men like him, with charming smiles and deep pockets. So it did not make any sense she had not followed her own advice. Actually it made far too much sense, she had made the acquaintance of a man far more charming than was necessary. She may not have been a blushing young girl who had just turned eight-and-ten entering society but she was definitely not blind, nor was she immune to the way he kissed her.

They were concerns she could focus on any other time, however focusing on anything but the feeling of his skin against hers, of the desire she felt for him as he sunk inside her was close to impossible. All Genevieve could focus her mind on was him; her desire for him, the pleasure they shared. She did not want to consider anything else, the world outside the door to her small studio flat no longer existing as her arousal continued to build in his arms. The moments they shared may always be fleeting and predestined to end but they did not need to be anything less than perfect while they lasted.

Moaning Genevieve rolled her hips to meet his as he thrusted against her, drawing him deeper inside her with each stroke of their hips. His name a soft sigh on her lips and she smiled softly before he granted her her request, claiming her lips in a passionate kiss and she arched her back into him in response, fingers pressing into his back. She did not stop herself from melting into his kiss, lips parting to allow him to deepen the kiss instantly, moans swallowed between them. It brought her a sense of satisfaction how easily he gave her what she wanted, how she sighed out a soft request and moments later he would fulfill it. Genevieve was sure if she asked him for the moon in this moment Benedict would find a way to give it to her.

She couldn't stop the smile from forming on her lips at his words, they were dangerous words, too charming, too intimate, too much like something he should not have told her but oh how she liked hearing it. Genevieve could have made a safe assumption he found her countenance pleasing to at least a degree but to hear him call her beautiful caused her heart to swell in her chest. Her arousal continued to build with his thrust, a light sheen of sweat pasting her dark locks to her forehead, the majority of her curls spread out over her pillows. She pulled her face away from his, breaking the kiss to duck her head into the crook of his neck. It didn't take many more strokes of his hips before the pleasure washed over her, Genevieve moaning against his skin, her eyes squeezing shut as her inner walls clenched around him. Her body trembling with delight as she moaned, his given name on her lips as if it were a prayer.

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[Benedict Bridgerton]

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Their bodies fell into sync, each of his thrusts met with hers and, this always seemed to be the way it was between them. Even the first time they were together, it was so easy for them to fall into a steady rhythm. There was no awkwardness, no clusmy movements. It was just . . . so perfectly in sync. Further indication of just how easy it was to be with both . . . in an emotional and physical sense. One far more dangerous than the other. But of course the Bridgerton son was not thinking of such things. He was far too consumed with the pleasure of their actions. ◈   ◈   ◈  ◈  ◈ The way her hands were upon him, and the joining of their bodies. The sounds that escaped her lips met with ones of his own, releasing breathy pants of pleasure. The vigor of their actions felt yet not nearly enough as they had yet to reach their climax. As she pulled from the kiss, Benedict took the opportunity to press his lips against her own cheek, kissing where he could and simply breathing and moaning her name in pleasure where they were otherwise unoccupied. He could feel himself throbbing inside of her, and felt the moment she reached her peak of pleasure, knowing he was not far off. His pace quickened, thrusts deeper and deeper, and with a final push of his hips, he withdrew from her as he found his release, letting out a satisfied moan as the ecstatic feeling coursed through every fiber of his being. ◈   ◈   ◈  ◈  ◈ His shoulders relaxed on top of her, but in this position, was aware of his weight and did not want to lie too flatly on top of her. Reminder of the fact that they were on a bed, quickly registered and he turned his body, gently moving her with him so that he was lying on his back against the bed, and her on top of him. He took the opportunity to bask in the aftermath of their actions, his chest heaving and worked to steady his breathing. With her atop of him, he wrapped an arm around her, his fingers caressing her back as his other hand brushed the curls from her cheek, just looking at her with heavy lids only this time . . . filled with relief and . . . far more that he dare not even think to articulate. Tag lennie3

                        the rules of society.

[lennie3]

Once more the location of their activities proved useful as Benedict twisted them around, keeping her in his embrace and Genevieve settled against his chest. She wore a smile of contentment on her lips, fingers trailing over his chest and legs tangled with his as they lay together on her bed. While they had not been in a rush to dress before, enjoying the feel of the others embrace too much to rush back out to social circles outside of whatever room they'd found to satisfy their needs this felt different. For the first time there was a definitive calm felt as they lay together, a moment for them to exist together without a care in the world.

It was nice.

The statement may have seemed too simple but it didn't deem it any less accurate. Lying with him in her bed, his arm keeping her closely curled against him as his other hand played with her hair felt more serene than anything else had done between them before. It was a feeling Genevieve knew she should not grow fond of. But it felt impossible to not let herself enjoy it, to not bask in his warmth for longer, to not register how his ribcage still heaved with heavy breaths, to not notice his heart beating a little faster than it probably did usually. She could've stayed like this she realized, basking in the afterglow of their pleasure as her own breathing settled slowly and Genevieve kissed his collarbone softly, lips brushing over his skin in small butterfly kisses.

Tilting her head Genevieve met his gaze, unable to bother trying to keep the tenderness out of her gaze as she cupped his jaw with a light touch as her lips found his. The kiss was slow, no purpose to seduce him or move from their current state, it was just a kiss because she wanted to kiss him. She knew the world did still exist outside of her flat, outside of her shop and yet for now it was just them in a bubble she was sure she would guard ferociously. This was worth protecting, this feeling she had as she laid against him may have been dangerous but it was worth keeping safe if only for a little while longer. The feeling caused her chest to tighten, the wish he'd stay a while longer simmering dangerously in her mind and Genevieve kissed him once more, pouring her affection into a gentle kiss.

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[Benedict Bridgerton]

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Benedict easily accepted that this was the most comfortable he had felt after their time together and . . . he saw no problem with it. He embraced it, closing his eyes as she kissed him with a gentle touch. Gone was the haste and need to find release in the limited time they had. And left . . . was so much. This. All of it. Being able to hold her, and enjoy one another's company in private. Absent of parties and the public and everything else. It added so much warmth to each brush of her lips against his skin, along with the tender kiss upon his lips. He breathed into it, the feelings of relaxation and euphoric bliss all consuming. The affection she poured into it felt, and returned as he too let it speak instead of words. ◈   ◈   ◈  ◈  ◈ Easing out of it, he smiled, placing a couple more soft kisses on her lips before just looking at her, memorizing how she looked in the after glow of their actions, now that he was able to take the time to fully appreciate the sight. He continued to twirl a ringlet of her hair around his finger, enjoying the softness of it, while his other hand remained caressing her back. Everything about this felt . . . perfect. Utterly perfect. ◈   ◈   ◈  ◈  ◈ "This is indeed far more comfortable," he said playfully, though with truth. "Your home is lovely." And he meant every word. There was no tone of mockery or disapproval. No taunt or anything indicating that it was anything less than perfect. It was quaint, and so very much her. Tilting his head a little so that their noses brushed against one another he paused before reaching his lips to continue. "Thank you for inviting me into it." His words filled with genuine sincerity as he lightly kissed her lips again. Despite any rank or status . . . being here, with her was not something he easily took for granted. Tag lennie3

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[lennie3]

It felt very much as if they had found a safe haven of sorts. Her home may have been small, simple in many ways. Some would probably call it messy, with fabric samples and half started projects strewn around, sketches and notes lying around. But it was her home and it was so very her. Inviting him into her life like this meant exposing parts of her soul to Benedict she had yet to do. It meant more to her than she dared to admit that he liked it.

His words could have easily come off as a taunt coming from someone of his rank. Genevieve understood how simple her home must have seen for a man who spent his entire life in lavish homes with fine comforts Genevieve herself had only dreamed of as she grew up. She believed every word of what he said. Despite every difference between him she could sense the kindness and genuinity in his words, he meant it when he said he liked her home and it brought a smile to her lips. "Thank you, Benedict. I'm pleased to hear it's to your satisfaction," Genevieve hummed, melting into his kiss once more. The joy filling her was overpowering, stronger than any thoughts of doubt or reason, the only thing mattering this very moment with him in her bed.

"I'm most delighted you accepted my invitation," she told him, erupting in a quiet giggle as his nose brushed against hers, "and I do believe you have earned yourself a future invitation," her voice playful as she stole a kiss. Genevieve knew she'd be pleased to have him back in her home, in her bed, she enjoyed his presence too much to ever deny him. That was the thing, she did not just enjoy the acts of passion they shared, the playful flirting they engaged in, she enjoyed him just like this as they basked in each other's company and conversation flowed easily between them. "I do believe we need to acknowledge one thing," Genevieve shifted in his arms, propping herself up on her elbow and she smiled down at him, leaning in to brush her lips over his lips without fully kissing him, her voice husky as she spoke, "a bed can be far more than simply just comfortable, and it would be a shame for us to only recognize it as such."

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Benedict continued to enjoy the way she said his name. The different tones in which she spoke it, now said so casually in conversation. He took a moment to appreciate that, the smile upon his lips unwavering. "It is beyond my satisfaction," he told her truthfully. It was filled with comfort and should that not what a house be? It was not size of a residence that mattered but what was within it. His own home was filled with love and family, and here . . . he felt a comfort, ease and . . . much more. ◈   ◈   ◈  ◈  ◈ It was the company of course but the house was reflective of Genevieve. When she said she was was delighted he had accepted it, and earned himself a second invitation . . . Benedict felt, excited at the very thought of coming again. It would make parting ways this time far easier, knowing it would not be the last. Knowing, that they now had a place they could come to that no longer relied on Henry Granville's parties. "I did not even consider denying such an invitation," he told her, wanting her to know that as soon as she had said extended it, the answer was not one he need think over. "Nor will I ever so long as the invitations continue to stand," he added on, kissing her again as if to further seal his words of promise that he would never not want to come. ◈   ◈   ◈  ◈  ◈ When she shifted in his arms a little, he let out a breath of amusement when her lips brushed against his, raising his head a little to try to seal it in a kiss, but to no avail. Not that he minded. When she commented on the bed being more than just comfortable, a look of curiosity -- feigned and exaggerated -- crossed his features. "And what further purpose would it have?" He asked with playful innocence. "If not purely for comfort." He just wanted to hear her elaborate, continuing the dynamic that had so easily been created between them. He leaned forward to place a few light kisses on her shoulder while awaiting her answer, finding it impossible not to touch her with them however he could. Tag lennie3

                        the rules of society.

[lennie3]

Genevieve narrowed her eyes at him briefly; was far too charming for her good, for anyone's well being really. "I believe you are in a rather fruitful position to ensure an invitation to remain standing," she hummed, flashing him a smile as she kissed the corner of his mouth. It seemed highly impossible she would be supposed not to melt at his words, a smile forming on her lips matching his. Knowing he wanted to return, to her home, to this... to her, it made it easier to know she'd need to let him go. But not yet. For now he was still here, still able to stay in her arms and Genevieve would cling to the moment with all her might as long as she could. Benedict would not be hers when he left, he barely was while he was in her bed, and she should not have allowed herself to pretend. However, it did not make pretending anymore difficult, as he dropped kisses to her shoulder, his hands skimming over her skin, it was the easiest thing in the world.

Laughter erupted from her lips and Genevieve pressed her lips to his quickly; he deserved it for the mask of innocent feigned across his features. "I could show you, of course, but," Genevieve trailed off, a warm smile on her lips as she brushed her hand across the side of his face, unable to let the opportunity to admire the sweet innocence, "how could I possibly corrupt such innocence?" she teased him, her lips already moving across his jaw, body moulding to his as her mouth travelled down his neck. It seemed unthinkable she would grow tired of this feeling, of his body pressed against her own, hands across her skin.

Her own own hands moved down his chest as she kissed along his skin, fingers soft and nails dragging gently across the skin of her abdomen. She stopped, a soft touch along the lines of his hips, still dropping soft kisses over his shoulders and down his chest. Genevieve lifted her head to look at him again, a look of amusement on her face and she kissed him quickly, nothing more than a quick brush of her lips against his, a kiss which did not hold any purpose of seduction, it was just because. But while her kiss had not been seductive the lilt in her voice definitely was as she spoke, mischievous spark in her dark eyes, "should we dare risk your corruption?"

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[Benedict Bridgerton]

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To be invited to someone's home, not out of obligation or for the sake of remaining polite . . . had a whole new joy to it. One that Benedict was experiencing for the first time to this extent. The simplicity, as if it did not in fact hold deeper repercussions. No. Benedict's thought of the future was only towards the next time he got to see her. Surely, it did not go any deeper than that. Or at least, his mind did not allow it to. ◈   ◈   ◈  ◈  ◈ "That is a relief to hear," he told her playfully, though he did mean the words. To know that the invitation stood, that it may always stand so long as they remain as such. Yet, in this current time, he could not think of what could possibly drive a wedge between them. Everything was going so exceptionally well and this, being here together in her home, in her bed, was clear indication of that. When she spoke of showing him, Benedict was immediately intrigued, slightly raising an eyebrow to express as much. The look soon changed to amusement however, when she commented on his innocence, and corrupting him. The intrigue only built, especially upon the implications of her words . . . and the way she began to kiss over his skin and touch him. He slowly exhaled, watching her while basking in the sensation of her touch, his hands moving with her as she moved over him. ◈   ◈   ◈  ◈  ◈ He closed his eyes for a brief moment, thoroughly enjoying her attentions on her body and . . . the mischievous tone she held. It was enough to prompt his eyes to open, that look in her eyes matching her tone and only further enticed him. His hand that had been toying with her hair, slid to the back of her head as his lips curved into a smile. "If it involves more of your soft lips and touches, then I would be most inclined to say that I am quite willing to be corrupted." The words holding clear suggestiveness and flirtation. While he would say he was far from innocent, he also knew that technically, he was knew to such environments as the one that initially brought him and Genevieve together. "Show me, Genevieve," he breathed, the intrigue in his eyes returning and a willingness to further explore her . . . 'corruption' of him. Tag lennie3

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[lennie3]

In the eyes of society there were a laundry list worth of things extremely unacceptable when it came to interactions between an unmarried man and woman. Very few of them ranked above anything that had already happened between Genevieve and Benedict. The evening they shared would not have caused head to turn as much as it would have caused heads to combust. It was not proper for a woman to invite a man into her home, nor was it proper for the man to accept that invitation. Things would have been different had Genevieve been a blushing debutante with a smothering society mama looking to marry her to a gentleman, quite possibly one like the one currently in her bed.

Flashing him a warm smile Genevieve cupped his jaw as she leaned down to kiss him quickly. They risked much with their arrangement, but this still felt safe. Her flat was hers, it was not a party full of people where the risk still remained someone would whisper too loudly in the park the following day. While there was an unspoken rule that whatever occurred within the walls of the more libertine social events would be kept secret, the ton loved to talk. Genevieve heard most of their talk as she fixed their hems and fitted gowns onto the women. But the risks of talk somehow seemed smaller, less relevant when they laid like this, him in her bed, hands in her hair, exchanging kisses for no reason other than to kiss each other.

"Wonderfully corruptable, really," Genevieve teased, her tone light and flirtatious matching his. Genevieve let her lips move from his, tracing a path across his jaw, a smile creeping onto her lips at the way he breathed her name. She liked hearing him say her name, enjoyed the feeling of happiness that warmed through her no matter how reckless it was. It would be fine. She could afford to let herself feel happy in his presence, to smile because she meant it and not because she should. As her lips moved across his neck Genevieve's hand travelled down his abdomen, soft touches along his skin. Her fingers traced slow circles over his hip, ghosting lightly over his thighs as she kissed along his collarbone before her lips trailed up towards his yet again. Genevieve kissed him slowly, deepening the kiss as her hand brushed against him, fingers wrapping around him as she stroked him with slow, gentle movements of her wrist.

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Benedict watched her intently, a soft smile upon his lips. To be able to enjoy this part of being together . . . this level of intimacy, was something new and yet, entirely comfortable. It was as if they had done this countless times before. And yet, it felt new and exciting at the same time. An odd contradiction, yet as always when in her company, Benedict did not over think. He just let himself be, let himself feel all that she made him with each touch and kiss. Not failing to do so now, as she kissed him far too hastily before making a teasing remark. ◈   ◈   ◈  ◈  ◈ Fortunately, her lips did not stray too far from his body, for she placed them along his jaw, prompting Benedict to close his eyes and let the sensation course through him, the warmth she always inspired within him. Benedict titled his head to the side a little, allowing her ease of access to where she kissed his neck, her hand trailing down his body, inching closer to his length. Once her lips moved to his, he immediately part them, kissing her with the same depth she did him, his hand moving to the back of her head to press her closer against, fingers tangling in her luscious curls. ◈   ◈   ◈  ◈  ◈ When he felt her fingers curl around him, he sharply inhaled at the incredible sensation, gently nipping at her bottom lip in reaction. Easing out of the kiss, but keeping his lips brushed against hers, he moaned at the feeling of her hand moving over him. While they had explored one another's body's before, it was often with the time in mind, unable to do it at this pace and level of slowness. And it only reminded Benedict of just how much they had been missing. Her familiarity with his body, the way she knew how to touch him, tease him . . . arouse him. He moaned her name again against her lips, closing his eyes as he felt himself thicken with need once more. Tag lennie3

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[lennie3]

This here was what she had desired for longer than Genevieve would care to admit to either herself or anyone else. She had wanted time with him. Time to lay next to him, to talk to explore his body and mind, and just time to be with Benedict. They hadn't quite had only stolen moments, their moments had just not been so serene, so simple in a sense. There had always been a rush, something else to get to, a something which pushed them to get dressed and leave in separate directions. Now he was in her bed and there was no rush, it was just them.

Genevieve sighed softly against his lips as his hand tangled in her hair, holding her close to him as they shared a kiss. She wouldn't grow tired of doing that, possibly ever. Her hand continued to move around his length, fingers curling around him as she stroked him slowly. Leaning back slightly she watched him with a small smile, eyes closed and lips parted to moan her name. Feeling her breath hitch in her throat as he moaned her name, if she could only hear that sound in her life she'd be fine with it, and with a joyous smiled on her lips as she leaned in, closing the small distance between them. Genevieve could feel his length thickening in her hand, and she brushed her lips against his, moaning his name as she did.

She had never had time like this with him before, it was always rushed hands tearing off their clothes and quickly sating their passions. This was different, they were both taking their time and Genevieve would have argued it was close to addictive. Every other little moment they had chased felt like just that, a chase. This felt like finally reaching the end of the chase, and she had never considered time to be of such importance to her. Time with Benedict did matter to her, it was far more fun to not have to dash out of a room to enjoy a drink with a friend; when it came to him she'd rather stay.

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[Benedict Bridgerton]

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Benedict continued to bask in Genevieve's attentions; to take advantage of the clear experience that she held and the sensual way she moved to pleasure him. Her hand upon his length, stroking him in steady and fulfilling motions that brought Benedict closer to his release. Her name moaned upon his lips, just as she returned the sound of his own name. A beautiful sound indeed, for it was said in the midst of this slow, building passion. A sound . . . that he found himself growing fond of. Perhaps too fond, but complications that may follow did not even cross his mind. ◈   ◈   ◈  ◈  ◈ No. All he could focus on was the softness of her hands and pleasure of her voice. His lips met hers, moving his hips slowly up to meeting each of her motions in a slight, reflexive thrust. Somehow in his mind, he thought of all he was gaining, and nothing to be given. He found the need to explore her, and to touch her as he recently did, consume him. Swallowing back another moan, he turned his head to the side to press against her cheek, close to her ear. His hand that was not tangled in her hair trailed down her body, falling between them to slip between her legs. "I want to touch you," he breathed in return, one finger already skimming the outer folds of her skin as he wanted her to feel . . . what she was making him feel. Tag lennie3

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