A Picture says it All (Benedict Cumberbatch FanFiction)

Chapter 21

A/N: here we go, I know you have all been waiting for this, please be gentle with me, I hope you like it, and as always thank you for reading, leave a comment, let me know what you thought. 

Lisa pushed the door open to his bedroom, feeling the butterflies in her stomach. She felt Benedict squeezing her hand, when she looked back at him she could see his pupils were dilated and he was biting his lip. Before she could go into his room, he pulled her back his hands on her shoulders, he rubbed them up and down her arm. “Lisa are you sure?” Lisa looked up at him, her knees were feeling weak, she could feel the butterflies were getting out of hand. Smiling at him Lisa nodded, trying to find her voice, “I’m sure.” Benedict placed his hands on her cheeks, running his thumb over her lips, leaning into her, he kissed her softly breathing in her smell. He could smell green apples, he really wanted to know what perfume she was using. He pulled her closer to him, his one hand against the back of her neck while the other ran down her back. He stepped through the door, kicking it closed behind him he walked her backwards until the back of her knees hit the edge of the mattress.

He stepped back, seeing her breathing was fast, he took a deep breath steadying himself, “We are going to do this slowly, and any time you feel I need to stop, just say stop.” Lisa looked up at him, biting her lip. Benedict reached his hand up, freeing her lip from her teeth. “You don’t need to be nervous.” Benedict pulled off his blue shirt throwing it on the floor, he then quickly kicked off his shoes before turning back to Lisa. “Now this dress is magnificent, but I’ve been wanting to take it off since this morning.” He smiled at Lisa, a wicked grin on his face. It was a beautiful wrap dress that showed off her curves, in a deep purple. He reached out, his hand shaking slightly he undid the tie on the dress, seeing that it loosened. He then pulled the dress open, seeing Lisa shivering slightly, he leaned in to give her a kiss, his hands running up her arms, before pushing the dress to the floor, with his fingers running through her hair. He could feel Lisa was tugging at the bottom of his white t-shirt, he stepped back from her, allowing her to pull the shirt over his head. Taking deep breaths his eyes ran over her body. She had a matching set of underwear on, the colour were a shade lighter than the dress.

Her breasts were rising and falling with her shallow breaths. Lisa tried to control her breathing, the anticipation was making her knees weak. Benedict unfastened his belt, letting his jeans fall to the ground, before wrapping her in his arms again. He reached behind them threw the duvet to the side, he pushed Lisa down on the bed, making her squeal. Lisa moved on the bed, sitting in the centre of the bed, her legs crossed she watched Benedict; she could see his mind was racing. Clearing her throat she smiled at him, “You look lost Mister Cumberbatch.” Benedict smiled at her, running his hands through his hair, “I’m not lost, I know exactly where I am,” He climbed onto the bed, moving towards her on his knees, when he got in front of her, he pushed her gently back to lean against the pillows. “I am her with the most beautiful girl in the world. Now these are beautiful.” He said tracing a finger over the lace of her bra. “But I’m absolutely certain that the prize they contain are even more spectacular.” He slowly unclasped her bra, throwing it over his shoulder. He sat back on his haunches admiring her, she could feel the blush rising in her cheeks.

Lisa took a deep breath, trying to gain more confidence, she gently shimmied her upper body, feeling silly as she did it, “You like what you see?” she rolled her eyes at her comment, groaning softly. Benedict leaned forward over her, “Lisa relax, you are beautiful and very sexy without even trying.” He winked at her before kissing her nipple, Lisa moaned softly as the sensation of his mouth on her nipple send a direct spark between her legs. Benedict sucked on her one nipple running his tongue over the taught little button. While his attention was on her nipple his hand moved to the other and he gently rolled the nub between his thumb and forefinger. When he was done sucking on the one, he gently blew on it, the heat of his breath on her wet nipple made her moan loudly while shivers ran down her spine, he turned his attention to the other nipple, his hand moving to the wet one. He sucked on her other nipple his tongue tracing circles around the nub.