Benny Watts Imagines

Moscow Snow

I slowly woke, being faced with the room that made me smile widely. With the light cream wallpaper and its various cubic line works across it, the wooden floor well polished and cared for, the furniture all matching the bedsheet of geometric shapes of black white and red. The little red lamp beside the bed turned off of course with the room in a low darkness as light was coming from around the curtains but not enough to worry about. I laid between the soft cotton covers, all of it tucked around my body tightly to prevent the harsh Moscow cold from reaching my warm skin. I had done my best to stay all wrapped up in my sleepy state as I'd likely freeze if I even put so much as a toe outside the covers luckily I did have my own little hot water bottle to keep me warm.

Technically I wasn't supposed to be here. I had my own room just two down the hall given the church who funded the tickets and hotel views but that was of course ignored. So I shared the biggest room Nd the cosy wa bed with his body to keep me company, His arm lazily draped around my waist as usual holding my stomach, his chest against my back, his head nuzzled snuggly into the back of my neck, the heat coming off him keeping me snug and warm. And it was then as I woke up a little more I noticed him more. He wasn't just nuzzled into the back of my neck, he was softly and tenderly kissing my neck and shoulder, his hand was moving slowly from my stomach across my silk nightie to grasp my breast firmly. I blushed hard as his hand began to fondle me between his more passionate kisses often in these moments moving his hips to rub against my own giving him some friction on to his already erect manhood. I laid happily tucked up with the warm covers listening to the clock tick on the bedside table and his sharp lustful breaths between kisses, the slight sound of shifting in the sheets. Feeling his sweet kisses with his hair gently tickling me, his warm body against me in all places and his soft gropes exciting me more and more. Until I couldn't help but giggle

"Benny"

"Ummm" he groans getting far more passionate with his kisses leaving a trail of wet open mouth kisses from my jaw to my shoulder his other hand now coming around me and taking a grip of my other breast

"Good morning"

"Humm" he groans moving his hands under my nightie to fondle my breasts directly with his warm hands

"Benny we shouldn't -" I began

"Shh shh shhh" he muttered moving his hand away from my breast stroking down my silk nightie, stroking up my bare thigh before slipping below my nightie and between my legs to stroke my folds

"Benny" I gasped gripping the pillow

"Ummm so beautiful" he groans finding my clit and stroking it mercilessly in a clockwise circle

"Benny we shouldn't, the tournament" I reminded him

"My ability to dismantle the Russian chess games will not be affected by if I have or have not fucked you the morning before." He whispered "however. It will make me feel better" he smirked moving his hand to let two fingers slip inside me

"Uhhh" I gasped trying to be quiet as Weiss was sleeping in the hotel room next door our beds sharing a wall between them

"We're heading home after the tournament anyway, it's our last night in our cosy Moscow hotel. If I don't now I'd have missed an opportunity"

"I just don't want to break your focus, that's time you could be using to practice"

"It won't break my focus babydoll."

"I could always just do something for you if your horny" I smiled

"Umm, you're so sweet. But save that for after the tournament. So you get to experience the first time you'll have a grandmaster's cock in your mouth" he smirked "but you can do something for me?"