The Artistic Pursuit

Chapter 22 - Show me

"Miss Penelope Feathering. This is not what I thought you had in mind when you said one last thing you would like to do"

Benedict sat on a chair in nothing but a sheet, Pen walked over to him tilting his head up. His eyes pierced hers. Pen licked her lips. He watched her intensely as she stuck out her tongue a little to the side when she concentrated. "What?" She asked when she noticed him staring at it.

"Keep that tongue in your mouth, I don't want to be tempted or we will have to adjust the sheet" he smirked. Pen looked unamused.

Pen started to draw on the canvas. She was getting waves of heat every time she had to focus on his muscles or his sheet. That was draped rather delicately over his manhood.

He really did have a fantastic form. So muscular and chiselled. She could not wait to be on top of it once more without the smell of saltwater and damp clothes. Although it was thrilling. What would he feel like when he lays on her. What is her part. What was she to do. She had never been intimate before.

"Benedict"

He feared l she may scorn him if he moved "hmm"

"What happens between a man and a woman?"

He took a breath "What have you been told by your mama?" Good, answer a question with a question then perhaps the subject would change.

"She only told me to allow the man his pleasures"

His face looked disappointed. It was annoying how little amount ladies were told in the ton.

"Penelope. You know the hardness you felt when you laid on me"

"Yes"

"That is my manhood. It goes between your legs" he thought that is how delicate he could manage.

"Where between my legs?"

Good god Penelope. I am not drawing you a diagram.

"I will show you. Once you have finished"

She nodded in agreement, then carried on.

After about an hour, she smiled "I have finished"

Ben stood up and walked to the canvas. She was rather good. It was rather interesting how she pushed the pencil more when she detailed the muscles. Like she was trying to get them just right.

He nodded his approval at her work. It wasn't extremely detailed. But he could tell what it represented.

"Can you show me, Benedict"

Pen was making it harder and harder to resist.
Benedict tied the sheet tightly across his waist so it would not slip.

He knelt down. His hand moved from her ankle up her leg. She started to moan.
He got to her centre, giving it a soft touch "Here"

"What does it do when it gets there?"

"Show me" he said he would. Damn.

He pushed his finger into her. She gasped.
He quickly took it out "Benedict don't stop"
Her breathing intensified. Benedict watched her bust going up and down with need.

His voice shocked her "Get on the desk" he sounded gruff. She followed his orders.

He helped her sit on in. He kissed her hard as his fingers traced up her leg once more. He stopped kissing her just as he hit the spot. Making Pen arch. His eyes watching her curiously as he did it again and again.

Watching her gasps and moans. When she thought she could not take anymore he inserted two fingers. She clutched his shoulders. Trembling under his gaze.

Her gasps became loud pants each one bringing her closer to him, she wanted him close until she was breathing heavily in his ear. He kissed her again, nibbling her bottom lip.

She didn't know what to do with her hands. She moved them to cover his chest. Feeling his warmth radiating off his skin. Her hands slowly moved lower, until she was dangerously close.

"Penelope, are you ready?"

She nodded her approval. Not knowing what it was going to feel like. She tensed.

Benedict lined himself up and with a small thrust of his hips, he pushed in fully. Pen gasped loudly. He pulled out a little "Are you alright?"
"I'm alright" he thrust again. She called his name. He laid her back onto the desk, crawling over her. He thrust again and again.

"Oh god, Penelope!"

Benedict, I love you. I love you so much.

Benedict lifted her a little so his hands could grip onto her curvy bottom and he thrust harder. She opened herself up to him fully. Benedict pulled back for a moment. Pens eyes squeezed shut feeling rush of waves of pleasure.

He wanted to taste her. Why should he not. They already committed this great sin, why not add on another.
Her eyes fluttered open, Bens face was between her thighs. She gasped. He squeezed her thighs with excitement before moving one of his hands up to squeeze a breast. Pen wiggled under his gaze. She could feel every tongue flick and it was making her feel dizzy.

He crawled back over her to finish her off. It did not take long before his hips had a mind of their own. Pens loud orgasm gave him no choice in the matter. The most sweetest sound in the world, and she made it for him.

Pen ached all over. She didn't even realise she  fell asleep until her eyes opened and she realised her head was on Ben's chest and the sheet was covered over them.

It was starting to get dark. It must be late. Pen whispered Ben's name and kissed him on the cheek until he woke up.

"Mmmmm Penelope..."

Pen smiled. Was he dreaming of her.

"Penelope, care for another dip?" He chuckled

Penelope started to giggle.

"Benedict you need to wake up. It is getting dark!"

He held her tight "Marry me Pen"

Enough was enough. She didn't want him to get in trouble. She started to shake him. One eyes peeked open. He saw Pen looking back at him "What a beautiful sight, you are

"You're so late!"

He shot up "Damn. How long have we been asleep?"

"I do not know"

"We should head back"

They started getting dressed. Ben couldn't help but keep looking at Pen.

"Focus, Ben. We need to go" she scorned

He started to pout

"Now" she threatens

"Is it wrong for me to stare longingly at my future wife?"

"You mean your future wife's breasts"

He felt compelled to explain himself "They are exquisite" as excuses went, it was pretty high. He felt it a solid argument.

Benedict started to pin her hair up "Should I ask how you know how to do girls hair"

He laughed "Hyacinth used to like me making new hair styles for her"

"What a great big brother you are!" Ben nodded his approval.

"Right, let's go before your mama goes on a war path"

"Trust me, she's already there" Pen said sarcastically.