You tangled your hands in Benedict's luscious brown hair, feeling it move between your fingers like silk does against a woman's skin. You couldn't help but bite your lower lip, the images of the things soon to come were rushing through your head, each one causing a rapid throbbing to ensue in your clitoris.
How had this happened so quickly? One week ago, you had walked onto the set of Sherlock, with your head held high, trying your hardest to ignore the throbbing of your heart whenever your (e/c) orbs would meet Benedict Cumberbatch's own green-blue irises.
Things had escalated quickly in the past 7 days, from you two filming together, to a very long dinner date, to a heavy make-out session two days ago for one of the three episodes. Now, ever since that heated kiss, you could not keep your hands off of eachother. You'd show up to work and you'd be in Benedict's trailer, making out, the little mobile building rocking on it's stilts as things got more and more passionate. None of this had ever gone to intercourse. You both merely took it as a short-term thing that would end soon, so why not have the slightest bit of fun? You invited Benedict yo your home in London on Sunday, to have dinner and then you both knew what would happen afterward.
Though, neither of you imagined that while you were kissing, your tongues dancing together in a hot and spicy tango, that you would drop your hand right to the large bulge on his lap and begin moving your hand on it in the most pleasurable way that Benedict had ever experienced in his 37 year-old life.
His deep voice erupted into a moan, his usually kind and seductive eyes now dark with lust for you and only you. He pushed you onto your back on the couch, making a small gasp escape past your kiss swollen lips. His own lips began trailing down your neck, nibbling and sucking at the exposed flesh. He flicked his tongue out over your pulse under the right side of your jawbone. He moved upward and found your earlobe, a sensitive part of your body that made you squirm and cry out whenever touched. And squirm and cry out you did, as Benedict's teeth nibbled the appendage delicately, his tongue soothing away the slight pain it left.
You untangled your hands from his hair, slowly moving them up and down his toned chest and abdomen. He groaned again, his own masculine hands moving to spread your jean-clad legs, fitting himself between them, his bulge pressed firmly over the spot where your folds were.
You moaned loudly, moving your hands back up to the top button of his purple button down shirt, undoing the little clothing item free, you began working on the others, until finally you were able to push the shirt over his shoulders and down his arms, throwing it half-way across your living room.
He chuckled gently right at the juncture to your neck and shoulder, while you began working at his trousers, hastily undoing the button. He quickly grabbed your wrists and held them in one of his hands, putting them above your head. You whimpered a little "Benedict, that's not fair." You said, your chest rising and falling hard as your breathing increased.
He smirked gently and pecked your lips, "Nothing is ever fair, Darling." He whispered, teasing you right to your very core. He continued to hold up your hands with one of his, whilst his other worked at your shirt, quickly getting it off you and onto the floor below. His eyes drifted up to your chest, surprised to see that you had chosen not to wear a bra under your shirt this time. You blushed lightly, your nipples firmly erect and wanting attention.
His mouth found one of the little round buds and he began to suck on it ever so gently, his eyes looking up at you to see the pleasure streaked across your face. You couldn't help but arch your back and moan loudly, bucking your hips upward against Benedict's large erection. He pulled back from your nipple and made a small 'tsk' noise, "Not yet, Love. All in good time."
You moaned again, still moving your hips up to grind against him. He chuckled again, rolling his eyes at your haste before continuing to suck and nip at your other nipple. You nearly cried out in ecstasy as Benedict's hand pushed your hips down and began to work at the button and zipper, pulling your jeans down your legs slowly and tentatively.
You were surprised when his hand didn't move to his own trousers, but to your hip, pressing it down into the couch so you couldn't move it. He let go of your wrists and gripped your other hip, holding it tightly, massaging his thumbs over your hip bones and his lips began to trail down your stomach. You moaned as ever little kiss to your soft skin made your heart flutter.
He gently dipped his tongue into your navel for half a second before continuing his trek lower and lower. You bit your lower lip, waiting for him to pull down the lace panties you wore and kiss your folds tenderly.
Though, you couldn't hide your disappointment when he lips found the inside of your thigh, his lips trailing down go your knee and then back up to the other thigh. You groaned impatiently, wanting to feel his hot tongue lapping at your wet folds, making you beg for mercy.
He curved up the path of your smooth thigh and with a seductive smirk, gripped your lace panties in his teeth and tugged them down your legs and onto the floor. You gasped as cool air hit the wet flesh of your vaginal lips. You moaned, gripping Benedict's hair tighter, bucking your hips upward.
He chuckled and held down your wild thrusts, "(Name), if I am going to do this, I am going to do it my way." He grinned, his deep British accent like music to your ears.
After a few tantalizing seconds, he dipped his head down, his lips finally coming in contact with your throbbing clitoral bud.
You moaned louder this time, feeling your wetness coating your inner thighs as your lust grew for the man before you.
Benedict's tongue slid down your slit, lapping at your juices, the pink muscle driving you closer to the brink of giving into to submission more than you already had. His tongue swirled over your clitoris for a second, before diving between your folds, into your tight entrance. You gasped aloud, tugging on his silky hair, lifting your hips up against his mouth once more. He smirked at your actions, moving his tongue around inside you, just barely brushing against the spot that made you squirm and moan like it was your first time.
He continued to lick and suck at your folds for another moment or so, just barely pulling you to edge as he stopped. He sat up and you looked at him curiously through your half-closed eyes. He took off his trousers quickly, his eyes even darker with need.
His trousers and boxers soon joined the pile of clothes on the floor and you were finally able to see his long, hard piece in person. Your eyes widened and you felt your heart flutter in your chest, you had never been with a man as big as he was. He chuckled at your reaction, before settling himself between your legs, his tip poking at your entrance.
You eagerly captured his lips in your own, kissing him deeply, with as much passion and desire that you could muster. He returned the kiss, his tongue dancing with your in each others mouths. He rubbed his large hands against your hips, making sure you were ready for insertion. You tugged on his hair, giving him your reply as to what you wanted right then and there.
He thrust hard and fast, his whole length diving inside your folds, his shaft rubbing against your pleasure spot as he entered you. You pulled away from the kiss, gasping loudly, your walls stretched a bit painfully as you got used to his massive size. He groaned, taking in a sharp intake of breath as his cock was enveloped tightly by your wetness.
"K-Keep going." You stuttered, the pain twisting into a mix of pleasure. He obeyed instantly and pulled out so just the tip remained, and then he slammed back in. Over and over he went, thrusting back and forth inside you, your moans sounding like a symphony as you made love. You nibbled his lower lip gently, making him pick up his pace, the sound of slapping skin made you cry out his name, the large noise echoing off the walls of your living room.
Benedict thrust into your folds for a few more minutes before you felt it. The sharp, pleasure filled knot tighten right in the pit of your belly. You cried out, making your new lover smirk and continue his thrusts, each one hitting the bundle of nerves within you.
You bit your lower lip and breathed hard and fast, feeling yourself dangling on the edge of orgasm. And with one last scream of, "Benedict!" You did just that, falling right off the edge and not regretting a thing of it.
Benedict thrust harder and faster, moaning and groaning your name. He thrust deep inside you, letting out a string of moans that sounded out the syllables to make your name, (Name). And he came, collapsing on top of you, breathing just as rapid as you were.
After a few minutes, you both cuddled up on the couch, your bodies fitting perfectly together to form one. You lay your head against his chest, smiling in content as you both fed off each others warmth.
You slowly made little random patterns against Benedict's skin, as he ran his hand through your soft (h/c) locks.
"Benedict?" You asked, chewing on your bottom lip as you continued with your speech, "What...is this?" You ask, gesturing to you both, not looking up at him, instead opting to stare at your feet.
He smiled, chuckling gently. "It's way more than just fun, I'll tell you that." He kissed your head softly, making a small humming noise as he thought. "This...it's..." He couldn't find the right words to describe them.
"Us." You finished, grinning proudly at the weird yet accurate description of you both.
He chuckled and brought you closer against him, "Yes. Us."
