Perhaps she would not find it as strange as he might think. But for now, she cannot read his mind and she simply grins at him when he says she can teach him so much. "Oh, I will teach you many things." She gives his head a gentle tug by the hair, trying to coax him up higher. "Come here."
"I look forward to it," he murmurs, shifting to get an arm beneath himself so he can do as she urges and crawl a little closer, presumably so she can kiss him. Benedict is not going to complain, he quite enjoys kissing.
Except that the moment their mouths are even, she makes a move to flip their positions, wanting him to be sitting up against the headboard with her perched in his lap. If he complies, she'll settle there, pressing their bodies warmly together. "There, much better."
Biddable as always, Benedict lets himself be shoved back so that he is the one leaning against her head board instead of she, allowing her plenty of room to swing a leg over his lap so that she can perch on his thighs, pinning him down to the bed with her weight.
It would be a lie to say the move exactly surprised him, as he could feel her muscles bunching beneath her skin as she prepared to shift their positions, but he probably wouldn't have thought of it himself, so when he settles and she is sitting in his lap, he lets out a little huff of breath that could be a laugh if one was feeling charitable.
Settling his hands on her hips, and then spreading his fingers wide and sliding his hands up and around her back, touching as much of her at once as he can, he grins at her, for a moment forgetting about his teeth.
"I confess, this was not what I pictured when I considered how tonight would end," he says.
Settling in his lap like she belongs there, she smirks at him when he lets his hands roam over her skin. This is what she wants, she wants him to be comfortable and happy, to touch her without reservation.
And when he grins at her, she feels her heart skip a beat, a flutter in her stomach and it takes all her willpower not to lean forward and steal a kiss. "What is it that you pictured?" As in, how should have his night ended?
In all honesty, she mostly knew the answer but she finds that she likes to hear him speak about anything and everything. And this gives her a chance to run her fingers along his chest, to feel him.
Though he has never allowed himself to indulge in it, Benedict is secretly something of a hedonist. This moment, with all of Ninon's pale, lovely skin pressed against his, fulfills something inside himself he has almost never looked at. If he was given his druthers, he might wish to remain here for hours. Sadly, he knows he will have to leave well before the night is through, but for now, he can indulge.
"Well, I had mostly been expecting to bid you a good night and return to my bed alone."
He had certainly not imagined he would be sitting in her bed, with her hands brushing across his chest, her knees bracketing his hips.
"How lonely and boring," she murmurs idly, a little distracted by the way he's touching her and by the feel of his skin beneath her fingers. And after a moment, she cannot help but lean down and draw her lips along his neck and over his shoulder. "Do you even realize how glorious you are?"
"Monks rarely look this good naked," she says with amusement against his skin, sucking gently at his neck, stopping short of leaving a mark. For now. Her hand, however, wanders down his torso, moving slowly, teasingly low along his abdomen.
He rumbles a quiet laugh, the muscles of his abdomen tightening beneath her touch as he tips his head back against the elaborately-carved wooden headboard behind him, so used to extravagant displays of wealth that he doesn't even marvel at the sheer cost her bed must have run, too busy marveling at the feel of all her warm skin beneath his fingers.
"Seen many a naked monk, have you?" he teases, feeling oddly disappointed when she lifts her mouth from his skin and doesn't continue to suck until the blood rises to the surface.
"You're my first." She is very distracted right now, her conversation will be limited. Because right now, she's decided to let her hand slide down even lower, just short of touching him intimately. Her mouth finds the space beneath his ear. "May I touch you?"
For some reason, Benedict has been manfully trying not to think about the fact that all of Ninon's lovely warm skin has been oh-so close to his cock. It seems disrespectful, somehow, to let himself be aware of the fact that her weight is nearly perched directly over his groin, and should she wish to move a little closer, he might wind up poking her with it.
That seems to be a moot point, though, as her wandering hand quickly starts to wander quite close to the very part of his body he is trying so hard not to think about.
"Yes," he breathes, instead of the what a stupid question he'd been trying to articulate, unable to joke any longer when the promise of physical contact is so close at hand. Literally.
If she knew his thoughts, she'd wonder why he was so determined to keep his mind off his cock when it's absolutely on hers. They are both so delightfully naked, what better time to think of each other's bodies and the way they are pressed together? It's not as though it would be unacceptable for him to be aroused, given what she means to do with him as soon as he's able.
With his permission, she lets her hand wander past the hard plane of his abdomen and over a tussle of undoubtedly neatly kept hair to slide her fingers over his cock, just to get a feel for it. After all, she'd barely been able to catch a glance at it, let alone touch it. "My, my," she murmurs, looking up at him with a little fire in her eyes. "I certainly do not find you lacking."
Benedict is far more used to thinking of his body as a tool, a weapon of sorts, than an instrument of pleasure. He does not often touch himself, because he does not have the imagination for masturbation or because he often lives in close proximity to others, he isn't sure. He certainly has not compared himself to others, beset with curiosity and the need to posture with his peers, aware of his place in the social hierarchy and knowing that there was very little he could do to jostle his way higher to the top.
Still, the novelty of having a hand not his own touch his cock, combined with Ninon's warmly amused voice, is enough to have him stiffening in her grasp, hopefully proving her point.
"I...don't know what to say to that," he confesses on a laugh, fighting the urge to squirm beneath her.
She laughs softly with him, leaning in to press her lips to his in a playful, brief kiss. "You needn't say anything." And that was the truth. It was a compliment, no thanks were required or needed. Especially that his cock is doing the talking for him, so to speak. His body reacts to her touch almost instantly and she smiles to herself thinking that must be glory of youth and inexperience.
Her touch is far less hesitant now, her fingers curl around him, her thumb rubbing over the tip of his cock to coax more out of him. "I want to feel you inside of me. I suppose you might find that tolerable?"
Well, she's going to get what she wants, if she keeps speaking to him like that, especially when combined with the way she rubs her fingers over his flesh. There is much to be said for having a partner with experience, Benedict decides, and quietly laments that he cannot be more than an eager pupil for her, though she does not seem to mind very much.
He groans in response to her question, his head falling back with a thump against the headboard as his cock twitches eagerly in her grasp.
"Please," is all he can manage, now that the majority of the blood in his body has swiftly descended south.
There is nothing to lament in her mind. While it is nice to be with someone who has experience, there is something to be said about being able to teach him everything she knows, to be able to almost train him to be just as she needs him to be while in her bed. In any other situation, he may have the upper hand physically but here, here is where she is in complete control. It feels good.
Grinning at his answer, she nods. "That is good." However, she does not move to align their bodies just right, to sink down upon him with the knowledge that he will only grow harder once he's inside of her. Instead, her mouth moves along his throat, down his chest, leaving his skin wet with open mouth kisses as she moves her way down his chest.
Pausing, she looks up at him, nuzzling (perhaps vexingly) at his nipple. "Shall I use my mouth on you or would you prefer we jump right in?" Perhaps it was unfair, to tease him so, to force him into making decisions in a moment such as these.
She can mold him to be exactly how she likes him, and he will be an eager and willing pupil, applying the entirety of his not inconsiderable intellect towards doing exactly what he is told and remembering it for later. For now, however, he simply groans at her in lieu of a proper response, his hard cock already aching in her grasp.
"Ninon," he all but whines, losing the battle he waged against squirming, shifting restlessly beneath her as she mouths at his chest in a highly distracting manner.
"That was hardly an answer," she says with an impish grin. But she knows what he wants, what he's impatient for even if he has no idea what it will be like. She is impatient for it too, her body warms just thinking of how it will feel to have him inside of her. So she bites gently at his chest, just above his nipple on her way back up his body.
It's a quick journey, she simply moves to settle back on his lap, moving to take his hands and set them on her waist. "Hold on tight," she instructs him, perhaps meaning it figuratively more than literally. The last thing she wants is for him to come undone as quickly as he had the first time.
Kneeling more above him, she once again grasps his cock, guiding him between her thighs but not quite where they both want to be. She slides the tip of him against her slick skin, her eyes lifting to meet with his before the flutter a little. "Tell me you want me, Benedict."
As mortifying as it had been at the time, it is probably for the best that Benedict's body had betrayed him earlier; he's fairly certain if he had not already climaxed not fifteen minutes ago, he would certainly do so now, when Ninon draws the head of his cock along her slick flesh, the sensation of her wet and eager body one he has never felt before and one that is slightly overwhelming, if he's honest.
Forgetting for a moment to keep his grip gentle to avoid bruising her, he digs his fingers into her hips when she tells him to, watching her with wide golden eyes, his pupils blown so wide they nearly appear round.
"More than anything," he replies, earnest and painfully honest.
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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Date: 2018-12-13 09:55 am (UTC)It would be a lie to say the move exactly surprised him, as he could feel her muscles bunching beneath her skin as she prepared to shift their positions, but he probably wouldn't have thought of it himself, so when he settles and she is sitting in his lap, he lets out a little huff of breath that could be a laugh if one was feeling charitable.
Settling his hands on her hips, and then spreading his fingers wide and sliding his hands up and around her back, touching as much of her at once as he can, he grins at her, for a moment forgetting about his teeth.
"I confess, this was not what I pictured when I considered how tonight would end," he says.
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Date: 2018-12-13 03:25 pm (UTC)And when he grins at her, she feels her heart skip a beat, a flutter in her stomach and it takes all her willpower not to lean forward and steal a kiss. "What is it that you pictured?" As in, how should have his night ended?
In all honesty, she mostly knew the answer but she finds that she likes to hear him speak about anything and everything. And this gives her a chance to run her fingers along his chest, to feel him.
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Date: 2018-12-13 08:51 pm (UTC)"Well, I had mostly been expecting to bid you a good night and return to my bed alone."
He had certainly not imagined he would be sitting in her bed, with her hands brushing across his chest, her knees bracketing his hips.
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Date: 2018-12-13 09:28 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2018-12-13 09:34 pm (UTC)"I am a rather boring man, Ninon," he protests, his hands flexing on her back. "I was a monk, remember?"
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Date: 2018-12-13 09:42 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2018-12-13 09:47 pm (UTC)"Seen many a naked monk, have you?" he teases, feeling oddly disappointed when she lifts her mouth from his skin and doesn't continue to suck until the blood rises to the surface.
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Date: 2018-12-14 03:17 am (UTC)That seems to be a moot point, though, as her wandering hand quickly starts to wander quite close to the very part of his body he is trying so hard not to think about.
"Yes," he breathes, instead of the what a stupid question he'd been trying to articulate, unable to joke any longer when the promise of physical contact is so close at hand. Literally.
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Date: 2018-12-14 03:24 am (UTC)With his permission, she lets her hand wander past the hard plane of his abdomen and over a tussle of undoubtedly neatly kept hair to slide her fingers over his cock, just to get a feel for it. After all, she'd barely been able to catch a glance at it, let alone touch it. "My, my," she murmurs, looking up at him with a little fire in her eyes. "I certainly do not find you lacking."
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Date: 2018-12-14 03:34 am (UTC)Still, the novelty of having a hand not his own touch his cock, combined with Ninon's warmly amused voice, is enough to have him stiffening in her grasp, hopefully proving her point.
"I...don't know what to say to that," he confesses on a laugh, fighting the urge to squirm beneath her.
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Date: 2018-12-14 03:41 am (UTC)Her touch is far less hesitant now, her fingers curl around him, her thumb rubbing over the tip of his cock to coax more out of him. "I want to feel you inside of me. I suppose you might find that tolerable?"
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Date: 2018-12-14 03:46 am (UTC)He groans in response to her question, his head falling back with a thump against the headboard as his cock twitches eagerly in her grasp.
"Please," is all he can manage, now that the majority of the blood in his body has swiftly descended south.
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Date: 2018-12-14 04:03 am (UTC)Grinning at his answer, she nods. "That is good." However, she does not move to align their bodies just right, to sink down upon him with the knowledge that he will only grow harder once he's inside of her. Instead, her mouth moves along his throat, down his chest, leaving his skin wet with open mouth kisses as she moves her way down his chest.
Pausing, she looks up at him, nuzzling (perhaps vexingly) at his nipple. "Shall I use my mouth on you or would you prefer we jump right in?" Perhaps it was unfair, to tease him so, to force him into making decisions in a moment such as these.
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Date: 2018-12-14 04:10 am (UTC)"Ninon," he all but whines, losing the battle he waged against squirming, shifting restlessly beneath her as she mouths at his chest in a highly distracting manner.
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Date: 2018-12-14 04:19 am (UTC)It's a quick journey, she simply moves to settle back on his lap, moving to take his hands and set them on her waist. "Hold on tight," she instructs him, perhaps meaning it figuratively more than literally. The last thing she wants is for him to come undone as quickly as he had the first time.
Kneeling more above him, she once again grasps his cock, guiding him between her thighs but not quite where they both want to be. She slides the tip of him against her slick skin, her eyes lifting to meet with his before the flutter a little. "Tell me you want me, Benedict."
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Date: 2018-12-14 08:55 am (UTC)Forgetting for a moment to keep his grip gentle to avoid bruising her, he digs his fingers into her hips when she tells him to, watching her with wide golden eyes, his pupils blown so wide they nearly appear round.
"More than anything," he replies, earnest and painfully honest.
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Date: 2018-12-14 02:36 pm (UTC)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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Date: 2018-12-14 08:11 pm (UTC)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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Date: 2018-12-14 08:32 pm (UTC)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.