“Very certain.” He yanked off his boots and underdrawers and stood there proudly naked. “Gardening? I would have thought you did not need to read such a book.”
“There are always new things to learn, although this is clearly written for beginners. Yet, despite that, I have found several interesting tips to make use of. Odd for my uncle to have spent coin on it as he is no beginner, either.” She glanced at the proud proof of his intentions jutting out from his body and then rolled her eyes. “You have no modesty at all, do you?”
“Not a drop,” he said cheerfully as he climbed into bed beside her, turned on his side, and studied her nightdress. “You, however, may have too much.”
Before she could protest that assessment, Bened was removing her nightdress. Primrose had barely a minute to be embarrassed by her nudity and then he pulled her into his arms. The moment their flesh touched, she no longer cared about having no clothes on, did in truth revel in the lack of them.
“Mmmm. I have missed this,” Bened murmured before kissing her with a fierce passion that quickly heated her blood.
“We have not shared a bed that often.”
“I know,” he said as he caressed her breasts and nibbled at the side of her neck. “And that is a pure shame.”
Primrose quickly lost all ability to think clearly. Bened had obviously told the truth when he said he had missed what they shared for his greed, for her was clear to feel in every kiss and stroke of his hand. He turned her onto her stomach and just as she was about to ask what he was doing, he was sliding into her. She gasped, the way he could fill her feeling much more enhanced in this position. When her release came, she smothered her cries by burying her face in the pillow and soon he was doing the same.
Collapsing beneath him, Primrose had the thought that there must be a lot of ways to join two willing bodies but bit her tongue against asking. She was sure it was something no proper lady should show any curiosity about. The way he spread kisses over her spine sparked a little interest in her sated body and she almost laughed. It was obviously not just Bened who was feeling greedy.
Chapter Sixteen
Rising passion burned the last dregs of sleep from Primrose’s mind. Big, lightly calloused hands stroked her breasts while long fingers teased the tips that ached for his kiss. Then she woke enough to realize Bened was kissing her and just where. For only a heartbeat, shock pushed aside the haze of desire his lovemaking had stirred and she put her hands on his head intending to push him away, to put an end to such a shocking act. Then he stroked her with his tongue and desire rushed back to rule her again. Instead of pushing him away, she buried her fingers in his thick hair and held him close.
Tighter and tighter her need wound itself until her pleasure grew close to painful. Primrose tugged on his hair. To her relief, he responded to the silent demand and began kissing his way back up her body. Finally, he was kissing her on the mouth and she wrapped her arms around him, then her legs around his waist as he began to ease their bodies together.
He began to move, thrusting in and out of her with a slow rhythm as if he had all the time in the world to savor the way it felt to be joined with her. Primrose growled softly, reached down and grabbed his buttocks. Bened yelped, but kept his voice as subdued as she had, when her nails dug into his taut flesh and then he laughed. He began to move faster and with more force, bringing her passion to its peak and ending the aching need that had possessed her. She held on tightly, letting the pleasure flood her while he grew even fiercer in his movements until he found his own pleasure.
It was several minutes before Bened could move. Despite the blinding strength of his release he was pleased to see that he had retained enough of his wits to collapse just to the side of her, keeping the bulk of his weight off her slender body. It would be very rude to crush one’s lover, he thought, and smiled faintly before kissing her and then rising to get a wet cloth to bathe them with.
Primrose watched him. He had a body she enjoyed gazing at as he moved; seeing all that sleek muscle beneath that taut skin was a pure delight. When he started back toward the bed she noted that he was a goodly sized man in every way. It amazed her that they fit together so well but, in her studies about illnesses and the workings of the body in order to help her decide what medicines to mix, she had learned that the body was a rather amazing thing.
Still a little embarrassed by the ritual after their lovemaking, she closed her eyes as he cleaned her off. Listening to him move, she was ready when he climbed back into bed and she curled up in his arms even as he reached for her.
“There is nothing as good as sharing a loving in the morning,” Bened said, enjoying how relaxed and replete he felt.
“In the morning, Bened? Is that normal?”