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He laughed again. “You’ll be the death of me,” he commented, moving swiftly up the bed and positioning his pulsing cock at her entrance. “Now tell me you’re going to come all over my cock like a good girl, and I’ll give you what you want.”

She gave a needy whimper, and he couldn’t hold back like he should to tease her anymore. “Close enough,” he grunted and thrust inside her. Lizzie arched her back and wailed. He had to cover her mouth with his hand or everyone in the campsite would know what a lucky bastard he was. “Coming already?” he grunted and willed himself to withstand the pleasure as she clenched around him so hard he had to steel himself against the rich satisfaction it afforded him or he would embarrass himself.

Benedict clenched his buttocks and bit his lip as he strove to keep a lid on it. “That’s alright, Lizzie,” he told her huskily when he was sure he had himself under control. “You can come. But I’m not going to join you just yet.” When the violence of her orgasm began to relent, he gave a few stiff bucks of his hips, just enough to send her climax spiraling again. Lizzie sobbed against the back of her hand as she arched against him in the throes of bliss.

“That’s it,” he rasped as he ground his hips against hers. “I want everything. Give it to me. It’s mine by right.” Her eyelids drifted shut as she fluttered against his cock, sobbing softly. Only then did he lower himself down over her and take her mouth in the hot, wet kiss he wanted.

“Fuck, you’re perfect,” he grunted. “I want to come inside you so bad.” If he had any sense, he ought to pull out to be on the safe side. He wanted to make her come at least twice more before he joined her, and he didn’t like to think how close he was to failing in that goal. The fact was her tight little body was too perfect, and the instant he was inside her it was all too easy to lose control.

“Why don’t you, then?” she asked in that relaxed and sated voice that always made him edgy with need. “I’m not stopping you.” He gazed at her flushed face, the pale hair tumbling about her face.

“Oh, I will, don’t you worry. But not till I’m ready.” He pulled out of her, earning a disappointed sigh. “How do your arms and legs feel? Any strength left in them?”

“Hmm?” her arms slid around his back, trying to pull him closer.

“Siren,” he growled. “Stop tempting me.”

“Siren?” she repeated.

“That’s what you remind me of,” he said, kissing her neck and then sucking her pink nipples into his mouth one after the other, listening to her ragged breath, “with your pale body and bright hair. I saw a painting once. You were covered in seafoam in the midst of a raging storm and very, very beautiful.”

“Aren’t they treacherous?” Lizzie asked, shifting restlessly against him. “Mermaids, I mean?”

Benedict shrugged. “You tell me, I’m not much for book learning.” He squeezed her backside.

“I think they drown sailors,” Lizzie answered thoughtfully. She wrapped her arms about Benedict’s neck. “They wind their naked limbs about the brawny sailors and drag them down to a watery doom.”

He answered her smile with his own and took her lips in another kiss. “I could drown in you, but I’ll own that doesn’t sound much fun. I never figured out what you were supposed to do with a fish tail, mind you. Get up on your knees, Lizzie.”

“My knees?”

He helped her up and then turned her about.

“Benedict,” she said suddenly, looking back at him over her shoulder. He stilled at once. “The curtains do cover the windows, don’t they?”

His snorted. “You think I’d let anyone else see you like this?”

She relaxed and he positioned himself behind her. “Get on your elbows, I don’t want you to fall on your face.”

“What are you – ? Oh!” His fingers were between her legs again, petting and toying with her.

He rested one foot against the floor and reached down to position himself at her cleft. No way was he going to last through another of Lizzie’s climaxes, he thought, but maybe this position would help him last a little longer. “You okay?” he asked tersely.

“Yes.”

“You trust me?”

“Yes.”

“If you don’t like it, just tell me. We’ll switch back.” She nodded and he started to push into her, grabbing a firm hold of her hips and starting a slow grind. When Lizzie began to pant, he gritted out, “Too much?”

She shook her head, making her silky hair fly about her shoulders. “No.”

Thank God for that. He felt the sweat began to bead at his brow as he watched her undulating back. “You like this Lizzie?”

“I’m not – yes!” she blurted. “Yes. I like it.”

“You just never disappoint me, do you?” he rasped. “You about to come, Lizzie?” he asked, feeling the tell-tale quivers. She answered him with a low wail, and he planted himself deep, bracing his foot against the floor as he braced himself to withstand her shuddering climax. She was still sobbing when he flipped her over and pushed back inside her.