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: 2018-12-14 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.