Primrose laughed softly as the dog went to curl up in her basket near the fireplace. She welcomed Bened back to bed with open arms, holding him close and enjoying the feel of his warm skin beneath her hands. The fact that, by giving them such a room for their stay, his family indicated they knew she and Bened were lovers troubled her but as Bened began to make love to her, she cared about that less and less. She would, she decided as he tugged off her shift and their flesh touched, worry about that later.
Bened felt her soften in his arms as he stroked her high, firm breasts, the hard nipples teasing his palms. He found it difficult to believe that such a delicate, pretty gentry lady was allowing him into her bed, into her body, with such a warm welcome. Too many had taken one look at him and thought he was just some farmer, too beneath their touch to be even considered as a choice to share their well-used beds. It was why he had kept his few lovers to the ranks of eager country girls and courtesans.
When he took her nipple deep into his mouth, her whole body shivered from pleasure and that only added to his soaring desire. Bened happily feasted on her breasts as he slid his hand down between her strong, slender thighs to find a warm, damp welcome. It was not until her small hands ran over his backside that his delight in simply giving her pleasure took an abrupt turn toward his own desires and what he needed.
Primrose was surprised by the groan that escaped the big man in her arms when she stroked her hands over his taut backside. That her touch could move him so astonished her, she almost stopped what she was doing. She clung to the delightful knowledge that she could actively stir Bened’s passion, adding to the desire he revealed for her. So involved was she in seeing which touches he responded best to she was shocked when the kisses he had been spreading over her stomach moved lower.
She gripped the sheets so tightly Primrose was astonished they did not rip. Shock warred with the passion roaring through her. Her body tightened until she thought she would break. Although what he was doing was still fueling her passion, it was also making her frantic to have him inside her.
“Bened. Now,” she demanded.
Bened almost grinned. She sounded so forceful. He kissed his way up her lithe body and began to slowly join their bodies. He trembled as her tight heat slowly swallowed him up. When she lightly dragged her nails down his sides as she wrapped her beautiful legs around him, he knew he could no longer go slowly, gently.
When Primrose felt Bened begin to move harder and faster, she almost laughed, a tickle of joy joining with her rising passion. Bened was thrusting into her so forcefully, her body was sliding up the bed. Her clenching desire abruptly snapped and flooded her with delight. Bened thrust hard once, twice, and then his whole body tautened over her. She felt the warmth of his seed and then, with a faint tremor and a sigh, he settled over her, careful to keep his full weight off her.
He kissed her gently. “I was here to tell you that dinner would be ready in an hour. There will be a bell rung.”
He laughed when what sounded like a massive gong sounded through the house and Primrose bounded out of bed. As she hurried to get ready he stayed sprawled on top of the bed and enjoyed the glimpse of that small, slender yet womanly body he knew he could not get enough of. From her slim legs to her full round breasts he savored very inch of her, few that there were.
When she came back to the bed to frown down at him, he curled his arm around her waist and yanked her into his arms. She was just opening her mouth to complain when he kissed her. To his delight she quickly melted into his kiss, eagerly returning it. The moment the kiss ended, however, she wriggled free of his hold, got off the bed, and stepped out of his reach.
“No more of that. I am hungry,” she said.
He thought about that for a minute, nodded, and got out of bed. It pleased him more than he could say when her gaze followed him as he walked into the privacy room to wash up. It was difficult not to strut like some vain peacock. Having the woman he desired like his looks as Primrose did, making no secret of her appreciation, was a feeling unlike any other he had ever enjoyed.
“Do you know if there is any help to be had here?” she asked as he dressed.
“Well, I believe we will leave here alone but we shall see,” he replied. “We do not really need a guard. It would be nice but we can manage without it. We have thus far.”
“I know and I did appreciate hearing what that woman Chloe had said.”
“Chloe may be hard to understand at times and leave you wanting so much more, but she has never been wrong in what she has told us.”
“I know. I did hear that when it was said. I just wanted someone to tell me that Simeon was fine. He is. That is more than worth the journey here.”
He wrapped an arm around her shoulders and started to walk her out of the room. Before he could shut the door behind them, Boudicca raced through and stood by Primrose. “Will she stay away from the table?”