"Shhhh," Benedict implores, but there's a wicked grin on his face.
"I... can't... do... this.... and... be... quiet," you respond breathily from the exertion. Your thighs burn slightly, but oh god, it's worth it.
"You are a woman of many... urghh.... talents, of course, you can," he responds flatteringly, pausing briefly to close his eyes and groan quietly.
"Charmer," you shoot back, then shudder down your spine as you find a new angle that is so deep and just so perfect. You feel his hipbones jut into your inner thighs as you push down.
You have him pinned under you on the terrace of Aubrey Hall. Your skirt hitched up around your waist, sandstone abrading your knees; what started as a silly bet rapidly spiralled, and now you are riding him hard, feet away from the soirée you are both supposed to be attending right this very moment.
To be fair to him, you probably should be quieter. To be fair to yourself, his cock feels so fucking good it's difficult to keep focus, let alone silent. Your eyes roll back as he pushes up into you even further.
"Do that again," you demand loudly.
"I mean it," he hisses, "be quiet. My mother is right there." Nodding towards a bay window, casting a glow across the other half of the terrace.
"You want me quiet; you'll have to do it yourself," you warn testily, looking down at him.
He raises an eyebrow, and then his hand reaches up and clamps firmly over your mouth. You open your lips and press your tongue against his palm, tasting his tangy skin, breathing gustily out of your nose.
"Come on, darling," he purrs, "ride me harder."
It spurs you on - you place your hands on his chest, grab a fistful of his shirt and jacket lapel, and redouble your efforts. Loving the feeling of him sliding up and down inside you -the stretch, the fullness.
"That's it," he murmurs. "Dinner is being served in about 2 minutes; think you can be done by then?" There goes his eyebrow again.
Oh, you do so love a challenge...
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Benedict Bridgerton Regency Imagines || Benedict Bridgerton
FanfictionOne-shot imagines I have written for Benedict Bridgerton. These are originally published on Tumblr and AO3.
