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Benedict marveled as the tips of his fingers grazed down your neck, slowly inching down your chest. The charcoal on the tips of his fingers leaving dark trails against your skin. A shaky breath escapes your lips as his fingers run over the top of your corset. You stayed laid down on the long sofa, basking in the feeling of Benedict marveling over you. The warm rays of sun shown in from the large open windows, making the metallic dark trails on your skin shimmer.
“Just like art.” Benedict whispered as his other hand moved up to your thigh, making more trails of charcoal on your skin. Your response was a simple soft noise, acknowledging what he said. Benedict’s hand trailed up your calf, leading your leg up above his shoulder. Soft kisses appeared against your calf, making your eyes flutter open to watch him. His other hand drifted over to his charcoal set, getting them darkened to create more trails. His newly charcoal covered fingers glided up the inside of your thigh, stopping above your knee. Soft lips paused as they got to the charcoal trails.
“Hmm?” You questioned, seeing him pause and just stare down at you. It was that loving smile, one he donned often while alone with you. Benedict lowered your leg around his hip as he shifted, moving his suspenders off his shoulders as he boxed you in. The material hung down near your own hips, Benedict meeting your eye level. His one hand drifted up to your face, his thumb swiping over your cheek, leaving a soft charcoal mark.
“I wish I could draw something like you,” he lowered to kiss at your neck, the sensation making your abdomen tighten, “something so perfect, not even the best could capture it.” One of your hands traveled to his hair while the other tugged at the collar of his shirt. Both of his hands traveled down your sides, pushing your underskirt up around your waist. A whine escaped you as he slotted himself between your hips, rolling them slightly. Feeling the fabric of his pants press against your slick cunt was marvelous, making you wish for more.
“Benny… please.” The sun glistened in his dark locks as you gripped them between your fingers. A smirk tugged at his lips as he rolled against you again.
“Hmmm.” He moved down your body, charcoal covered fingertips sailing down your sides. You watched as he kneeled on the floor at the edge of the sofa. His hands trailed down your legs, hooking them under your knees and spreading your legs. Your underskirt pooled around your waist, your hands grabbing at it tightly. A heat started to radiate in your cheeks as he stared at your slick and bare cunt. “Beautiful.” Benedicts leaned between your legs, placing soft kisses down the inside of your thighs. A moan ripped through your throat once his mouth found your cunt.
One of your hands went back to his hair, fingers combing through while you watched him make quick work of you. A familiar feeling tightened in your abdomen, making you whimper. His tongue flicked expertly on your clit, making your hips buck. Benedict moaned into your cunt, marveling at how beautiful you looked. Benedict loved watching you like this, so consumed by pleasure. The way your mouth hung open, the sounds you made, how your chest heaved as you caught your breaths. It all made his cock twitch against his own trousers.
He knew you were close when your back arched, your fingers twisting harder into his hair. With three more flicks against your clit you were falling apart on his mouth, hips pressing against his face as he sucked up all of your juices. You laid there catching your breath as he inched up your body. Kisses were littered all over your body, as well as new dark charcoal marks.
Without hesitation you arched your back up as he slipped his hands under you, grabbing at the strings of your corset. Benedict’s lips pressed gently to your shoulder and neck as he loosened the corset. Once they were loose enough he helped you sit up, shifting and pulling the corset up off your body. Benedict bent forward taking a nipple into his mouth, causing a whimper to escape you. He hadn’t shown any attention towards your chest but yet you were sensitive there already. His hands drifted towards the button of his trousers, undoing them and slowly pushing them down his waist. His gaze met yours while still suckling at your breast, his other hand back to fondle the other.
“Ben..” His nickname was the only thing you could speak, moaning as you felt the tip of his cock rub against your cunt slightly. He smiled as he inched his way up your chest, kissing along your collarbones and neck, finally reaching your ear.
“Yes, my muse?” His smirk was audible as he spoke. No matter how many times he watched you fall apart for him, he could never get used to it. He pulled back to stare at you, watch your chest rise and fall. The buds of your breasts hard and wanting. The hitch in your breath every time he adjusted to brush his cock against you. He moaned softly as you ran your hands through his hair, pulling him in for a kiss.
“Please.” You could feel embarrassment rising to your cheeks. Benedict liked it when you spoke dirty, ‘use your words’ was the common thing he would ask of you. Tonight was different though, tonight had you both yearning for more rather quickly. God, what would the ton think if they saw the two of you.
Benedict nodded, pulling away from you slightly. He gripped himself, giving a few small jerks before guiding himself to you fully. The head of his cock prodded at your hole, making you grip at the underskirt gathered around your waist. The stretch was one of your favorite parts. Feeling him slide into you, stretch open your most sacred area. Benedict watched as your face contorted with pleasure, basking in the heat of your soft walls. He leaned forward, grabbing at your face as he fully pushed inside of you, moaning into your ear. He stays unmoving, wanting to take you all in.
“Benedict, please move.” A sigh left you as he finally pulled back, the both of you moaning in harmony as he pushed back inside of you. His forehead pressed to your own, his lips hovering barely above yours as he slowly thrusted into you. Your fingers threaded through his hair gently while one of his hands moved to your hips. The grip on your hip was tight, indenting your skin slightly as he picked up his pace. His breath mingled with your own, his groans starting to fill the air alongside your moans.
“How do you always do this?” He pulled back slightly, sitting on his heels while keeping his pace. You shot him a questioning look, your head lolling back when he hit that special spot inside of you. “He smirked, knowing you would give him that exact look. One of his hands drifted up your stomach, a soft grayish tone following the contact. The hand paused below your breast, resting on your sternum. “Look like art.” Benedict groaned as his hand finally found your breast, giving it a tender squeeze. His thrusts became harder as the two of you stared into each other’s eyes, a tightness forming in your abdomen again.
His hand stayed on your breast, not squeezing or kneading, just resting. You brought your hand up to his, holding it as he fucked into you harder. Your eyes met, knowing what was about to come. One of his hands came to your face, caressing it gently. The tightness in your abdomen was about to snap and Benedict could feel it. A wave crashed over you, making your back arch, pressing your breasts against Benedict’s own chest.
Benedict groaned as he felt you contract around him, squeezing him impossibly tight. His eyes stayed on your face, watching the way your eyes closed shut, mouth agape while beautiful noises poured out. He quickened his thrusts for a moment before his own orgasm approached. You felt a warmth blossom inside you as he started to fill you with his cum. Benedict laid his head on your chest while giving small lazy thrusts. Your hands coasted around the expanse of his back, calming him while his breath evened out.
Benedict shifted, pulling himself out of you. A small sigh fell from your lips as you felt a little bit of him seep out of you. Benedict stood up and looked down at you, smiling as he followed all the metallic gray streaks on your body. You took notice, “What is it, Mr. Bridgerton?”
Benedict bit his lower lip before shaking his head. “Didn’t realize I was leaving that much of a mess.” he scratched the back of his head, awkwardly looking around to find a clean rag to wipe the marks off you. You rolled your eyes slightly as you rolled over, grabbing your corset off the floor.
“Don’t worry about it. Makes me feel like a piece of art.” Benedict smirked at you, his teeth peaking out to create a smile. He watched as you slipped your corset back over you, gesturing for him to come help tighten it. After the both of you managed to tighten it he placed a kiss on your shoulder.
“You’ve always been a piece of art.”