#I’m posting this on mobile so if it’s wonky that’s why 🤡

[quinnverse]

“Are you saying you ache for me, Mister Tallmadge?” She tried to hide the pleased smile that crossed her lips. No man had ever yearned for her, much less ached for her. Sarah knew he was most likely only acting on his male needs, that this wasn’t anything more than pure carnal desires, but she liked the idea that his body craved her. That she could have control over someone without even wielding a weapon.

“Touching helps? So, this is okay?” Eager to help relieve him of any pain, she continued to stroke, slow and teasing. It was a strange sensation, but she found a sort of rhythm in the movements, relishing in his body’s reaction to each gentle pump.

When he moved to undress, Sarah felt giddy with anticipation. She didn’t think he would be so agreeable, but she was glad he was—otherwise she might’ve ended up tearing his clothes off of his body soon enough.

Sarah watched him with bated breath, biting at her lip as he shed his layers. There was something so intimate and attractive about watching him feverishly tug at his clothes, eager to bare himself to her. As soon as he was freed from the fabrics, she moved closer and ran her hands down his chest, shuddering softly at the way he felt beneath her fingers. She’d never seen this much of a man before and to feel his warmth so closely was electrifying.

Am I allowed to do the same?

“Yes.” Breathlessly, she nodded, giving him permission to do whatever he wanted. He knew far more than she did, and she trusted him to treat her well. “Anything you want. I’m yours.”

Her own yearning multiplied and her hands roamed, up his arms and down his back, gently raking her nails across his flesh. She could feel her heat grow wetter and more desperate for him and any remaining shreds of dignity began to slip away.

“God, I want you.” She breathed against his lips, practically begging for him to save her from the madness she felt. He nudged against her and she parted her legs even wider, her body yielding to him. Feeling him brush against her was enough to elicit an impatient whimper as the sensitive skin reacted to his touch. “Please. I need you.”

"Does it hurt?"

Though an innocent and valid question, Benjamin nearly laughed. "In a way," he allowed, his voice growing husky as she traced the length of him with slow, careful skims of her fingertips. Drawing a sharp breath through his nose, he explained, "It's much more of an ache...a yearning that can never be sated without touch."

Closing his eyes, he groaned and arched when she closed her fist around him, pumping slowly. Sarah's lips parted for his kiss, and with their tongues glossing, Benjamin surged forward with a newfound desperation, his free hand knotting through her hair while the other toyed with her wetness.

His hips jerked on every downstroke, and he swallowed her moans with the increasing pressure of their kiss. She was delightful, maddening, and just as Benjamin moved to breach her with his fingers, Sarah jerked back and peered into his low-lashed eyes, breathing hard and still gripping his swollen cock.

"Can I see more? I want to touch everywhere."

Bemused, Benjamin swallowed. "More?" he asked, confused. In his opinion, what they were doing was nearly the pinnacle of all intimacy, and yet to his lust-addled mind, it soon became clear that she wished for more skin contact.

Claiming her mouth in another heated kiss, he softly assured her, "Yes...yes. Anything for you."

Withdrawing enough to unwind the cravat at his throat, Benjamin hastily started shedding his outer layers. He grew hot with impatience, and after he'd freed himself of his coat, stock tie and weskit, he ripped his shirt over his head in a blur of haste. His breeches remained low on his hips, and he reached for Sarah again, dragging her back into his arms before pinning her underneath his weight. "You may touch wherever you wish," he vowed. "Am I allowed to do the same?"

Dizzy with desire, he rolled his hips between her parted thighs and nudged against her open wetness, grinding down with the hopes of earning relief from the intense, throbbing ache inside his breeches.