Benedict Bridgerton Regency Imagines || Benedict Bridgerton

Comfortable (Short Drabble)

Your dress is hitched up around your waist as your knees dig into the very edge of the seat next to his hips.

"That's it," he smirks as you grab the seat back behind him for leverage.

"How are you comfortable, sitting like this?" your question is a little breathless at the exertion, "you are almost slithering off the seat."

"Oh, I'm wonderfully comfortable," is the reply. To prove his point, with his feet planted squarely on the floor, he pushes up onto tip-toes tilting himself to slide deeper into you, making you moan.

You move to grab the lapels of the waistcoat he is wearing and ride harder, staring down at him, feeling yourself climbing towards something wonderful as his fingers quest under your dress and against your clit.

"Are you sure your family aren't about to return home?"

"No, I'm not sure," his response elicits a gasp, and he pulls you down on top of him. "That makes it all the more exciting, does it not?" he breathes into your ear.