His grip is delightfully tight, just as she told him to. And if he leaves bruises, she'll wear them like a secret badge of honor. The slight pain is sweet with the pleasure she feels even just grinding against his cock and hearing him say those words. No one has wanted her more than anything and she can see it in the way he looks at her, the way his eyes react.
She presses a kiss to his lips before she shifts, moving to align their bodies and slowly sink down upon him, taking him slowly, inch by delicious inch. Her free hand moves to tangle into his hair, not kissing him yet.
Ninon wants him to keep his breath, his wits as best he can and truly be consumed by the way it feels to have her wrapped around him just as she relishes in the way it feels to have him inside of her.
Intellectually, Benedict understands the mechanics of intercourse. He has read about it in dry and factual medical textbooks, in slightly more veiled language in fiction, and in very abstract and flowery terms in poetry. Never having experienced it himself, he couldn't dismiss it out of hand as a ridiculous farce, but he had somewhat been of the opinion that everyone was blowing the whole thing out of proportion, and surely it wasn't quite as earth-shattering as people made it seem.
Based on the boasting of his peers in the Guard, Benedict had assumed the whole thing was mostly used to one-up others around you, and had drawn on his deep wells of patience to tolerate the endless bragging until they grew bored of it and talked of other things.
He understands, now.
He groans softly as Ninon works herself down onto him, her hand tangled in his hair, the noise vibrating deep in his chest.
For Ninon, she'd been taught to fear intercourse, to think of it as a duty put forth before women to bring children into the world. It was not meant to be enjoyed or desired, it was a man's game and women were but a piece of that gameboard.
It took time for her to come to truly enjoy it, although even early on, she found things about sex she'd liked. It took longer to find what it was she enjoyed exactly, what made her feel good.
It makes her feel good to hear him groan, to feel his body tense beneath hers in reaction to her own. And she lets out a soft moan that peters out into a greedy hum, her other hand moving to grip his shoulder once enough of him is inside of her, once their bodies are pressed flush together.
"Mmm... yes," she whispers, lean in to kiss him hotly.
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She presses a kiss to his lips before she shifts, moving to align their bodies and slowly sink down upon him, taking him slowly, inch by delicious inch. Her free hand moves to tangle into his hair, not kissing him yet.
Ninon wants him to keep his breath, his wits as best he can and truly be consumed by the way it feels to have her wrapped around him just as she relishes in the way it feels to have him inside of her.
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Based on the boasting of his peers in the Guard, Benedict had assumed the whole thing was mostly used to one-up others around you, and had drawn on his deep wells of patience to tolerate the endless bragging until they grew bored of it and talked of other things.
He understands, now.
He groans softly as Ninon works herself down onto him, her hand tangled in his hair, the noise vibrating deep in his chest.
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It took time for her to come to truly enjoy it, although even early on, she found things about sex she'd liked. It took longer to find what it was she enjoyed exactly, what made her feel good.
It makes her feel good to hear him groan, to feel his body tense beneath hers in reaction to her own. And she lets out a soft moan that peters out into a greedy hum, her other hand moving to grip his shoulder once enough of him is inside of her, once their bodies are pressed flush together.
"Mmm... yes," she whispers, lean in to kiss him hotly.