The Feature

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Ben took you by the hand and led you out of the study. You felt your breath shallowing as you walked with him towards the stairs, your stomach fluttering with nerves, as if your neck wasn't already decorated with the aftermath of his kisses, your thighs not already marked by his fingertips.

The first time had been quick; an explosion of pent up frustration against the front door you'd barely made it through. There had been no time to think it over, no time to consider what either of your intentions were; what it meant or what would come after. Only now were those thoughts beginning to seep in. Not in doubt, but in an uncharacteristic shyness.

You stopped at the bottom of the stairs and turned to face him, taking a moment to ground yourself by pulling him into a deep, yearning kiss. You could taste the burn of alcohol on his tongue, feel his need as he hummed in approval and slid his hands around your waist to hold you close. It was enough to melt your reserve; leaving you a pool of impulse and desire in his arms.

His enthusiasm began to intensify, his body pressing against yours and encouraging you to move back onto the staircase. You followed his lead, trusting his hands to keep you steady as they roamed your lower back. The first step almost brought you to his height, allowing you to wrap your arms around his neck with more ease, pressing your chest flush against his.

You let out a gentle gasp as his hands moved to your hips, gripping them firmly as he began to guide you backwards up the stairs. You kept your arms wrapped around him as he pushed you up each step, his hold on you strong, like he was practically carrying you. He moaned softly as he began to trail hot, impatient kisses over your neck, revelling in the taste of your skin. You couldn't remember another time when you'd felt so desired.

You were almost at the top of the stairs, and though it couldn't have been more than thirty seconds since you began your ascent, the eagerness in your belly made it feel like forever. You wanted to hurry up and get there, to have him fulfil his promise of making it up to you; 'next time, the time after that, however many times you want.'

"Not to ruin the mood, Ben," you said breathlessly. "But there's old people out there with stairlifts quicker than this."

The laughter came out of him like he hadn't felt it coming; escaping through his nose with a snort and distracting him just long enough to make him lose his footing. He fell forward, toppling onto you as you landed with your back against the steps.

There was a look of fear on his face, but it slowly melted away once he saw you were laughing, legs wrapped around his waist, hands gripping the spindles of the banister. He laughed too, resting his forehead against yours.

"That was your fault," he said.

"Yeah?" you giggled, tilting your head up and catching his lips in a kiss.

'"Yeah." He kissed you back. "That mouth of yours. Lethal."

"Mm, you're not the first person to tell me that."

He raised an eyebrow.

"Ooh, was that a speck of jealousy?" you teased.

"Why would I be jealous? I'm the one between your legs."

Touché, you thought, welcoming another kiss - a harder, hungrier kiss that made you remember exactly why you'd been heading upstairs in the first place.

You could feel his desire. Not just in the way he kissed you, but in the rigid length beneath his trousers. You arched up against it, a deep groan pouring from his mouth into yours. He swept one of his large hands up your thigh beneath your dress, his elegant fingers leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. You whimpered softly against his lips as his hand travelled further inwards, journeying to the place that still craved him.