#cumbersmut

Benedict emerges from the en-suite barefoot in a plush robe to find Anna, hair damp, body clad in a towel, typing busily on her tablet with papers strewn about. From his vantage in the doorway Benedict takes in the sight of her lying on her stomach, working contentedly. The scent of her freshly shampooed hair wafts through the room . A very sultry playlist fills the air and Anna hums along as she works. She looks up, rolls up on her side and eyes Benedict leaning against the bathroom doorway.

She gathers her papers, stows them in her backpack, and scurries toward her closet. He pads across the room to the bed and props himself on an elbow, waiting for Anna.

"Be right back. I hope you aren't a mirage. If you aren't... Do. Not. Move."

When she reappears she's wearing a huge white button down shirt and boycut undies. As she bounds across the room to join Benedict on top of the duvet, Anna reaches up to twist her damp curls into a messy bun.

"You madame, do not play fair. While I showered, all I could think of was catching a glimpse of you without that damned towel, and here you'd gone and bathed."   She crawls up the bed and rests on the pile of pillows next to him. She stares into his eyes and sighs as she speaks "Those are some peepers, buster. They kinda look like E0102-72 supernovas. How cool is that? The Cumberverse! Lesser mortals have probably gotten lost in there."

"You make science sexy..." he teases.

She reaches over and strokes the shawl collar of his robe and coos: "So, whatcha got on under there?"

"OMG, reddit moment!" she laughs to herself.

She smiles and reaches for his hair. "May I? I so wanna run my fingers through your hair. Do you mind?" He quirks a grin and says "Do your worst, madame" in a perfect Alan Rickman voice. "Geeze, now who's not fighting fair? That was awesome" she smiles. "But you never answered my original question..."

She runs her fingers through his dampened mane and coos softly as she reaches down to his scalp and gently massages. He growls playfully and leans into her touch like a cat having its ears scratched. Anna clasps his head to her bosom and traces the shell of his ear. They drift off gently entwined.

He never tells her what's beneath the robe.

Benedict awakens first, realizing that he's spooning Anna and that he's more than slightly aroused. He twines a stray tendril around his finger and kisses the back of her neck. More asleep than awake, the warmth of his lips registers with her, eliciting a half conscious hum from her.  

"Oh, no..." he thinks to himself. Fully aware of his increasingly visible arousal, he self consciously makes a mad dash for the bathroom. Closing the door behind him and placing his back against it, he grabs his neatly folded clothes and dresses quickly before returning to bed. Barefoot, natch... "Hi! You're... dressed?" She asks as she wipes the sleep from her eyes with the heels of her hands. He looks at her sheepishly and the tops of his ears turn bright red. She adds "I was enjoying you in that robe. All of you." She gestures towards his crotch.

Taking note that his feet are bare, she stretches her legs and caresses the top of his feet with hers. "Wanna play footsie?" she giggles Marvin Gaye plays on her docked iDevice and Anna sings along: ♪I want you - the right way♪ ♪I want you...♪ ♪But I wan't you to want me too♪ ♪Just like I want yooou♪

"Ben?" "Mmm?..." "I've extra got extra energy to burn. I blame you..."

She draws him closer and kisses him hard on the mouth. He parts his lips and their tongues dart around in the other's mouth. Anna pulls back and nibbles Benedict's lower lip. He moans at the feel of her full moist lips wrapped around his. The softness of her lips arouses him, he lolls back, sinking into the stack of pillows behind him.   His growing erection becomes more prominent and finding himself unable to speak, he manages a slight whimper as Anna continues teasing and exploring. She turns her attention to the mole on the right side of his neck. Flattening her tongue, she licks the mole, kisses it, purses her lips and gently blows on the moist spot. The coolness on his neck causes the skin to constrict, shooting a pulse of electricity straight to his gut where a coil of energy is slowly forming. Sensing this, Anna kisses Benedict's earlobe and purrs 'Maybe later we'll align our Sacral Chakras?'

"Ohhh!... God, yes" He mutters. "Thought you'd like that." She laughs a deeply wicked contralto as she licks and kisses pulse points on his neck.

Anna and Benedict snuggle lazily in bed, snogging and giggling like teenagers. The mood becomes a bit sedate when Anna remembers her presence is required downstairs.

"Ben?" she wonders aloud.

"I'm kinda conflicted." Anna says as she scratches her head. "About what, Luv'..." his reply.

"Hmmm, well... My brothers need me downstairs to help with dinner prep, but I'm enjoying myself here with you.  I'd love nothing more than for you to shag me into the duvet 'til I'm boneless." "Not seeing a problem, Anna..." he says.

"Not a problem, exactly - just a conundrum." She reaches over, pulls him on top of her and wraps her legs around him. "Don't get me wrong, I'm not timid or ashamed to be up here with you. I just don't wanna share you yet, ya know?"

"Sounds as if you've made up your mind. No argument from me."

She ruts herself against Benedict, luxuriating in the friction. Her breathing becomes shallow and she growls into Benedicts ear.  She gasps “I'm so fucking wet, Ben... I wanna feel your hands on me." "Tell me what you need, Anna. Show me."

She reaches for his hand and places it on her right breast, closing her hand around his fingers, encouraging him to knead and squeeze. He feels her rock hard nipple under his palm and hovers over it, glancing over the pebble through the fabric of her shirt.   She arches up and moves his hand down to the moistness of her crotch. Her panties nearly soaked through.

Benedict kisses her neck as he explores the heat of her sex through the cotton of her panties. "Oh, woman... The smell of you." He leisurely inhales her scent at a pulse point on her neck and recognizes familiar scents: sticky toffee and single cask bourbon.

Anna giggles, prompting Benedict to ask as he nibbles an earlobe "What's that about, then?" "Sorry, Ben" she confesses. "My brain is always on. Can't help it" "Meaning?..." he counters quizzically. "Well, I was experimenting, so I made myself smell like sticky toffee and bourbon. Couldn't use whiskey because..."

He stops her talking by planting a firm kiss on her mouth and gently strokes her cheek. She smiles and sighs. They smile at each other and hold each other in a long gaze.

"How ruinous! Don't think I'll ever think of sticky toffee the same way again!" he chortles, in a rumbly baritone.

"Or vanilla ice cream..." She invites him to explore the moisture of her sex, guiding his fingers beneath the fabric of her panties. Past the smoothness of her vulva he finds her molten core. The copious moistness he finds there is viscous, and warm. Anna stubbornly locks eyes with Benedict as if drawing him into a dare. "Go ahead. Taste me. It'll give you something to think about at dinner.” She reaches for his hand and brings his fingers to her lips. She engulfs his index and middle fingers, until they disappear between her lips.

The gleam in her eye as her tongue slithers around his trapped fingers drives him to distraction. "Wait, I thought those fingers were for me..."  he pouts.

"Mmmm. Taste test." she mumbles, licking and teasing his fingers as she slides her own down her torso. Anna wets her fingers with her flowing juices and sticks them in Benedict's mouth. He moans around her fingers, pupils darkening as they dilate. She reaches for his waistband and strokes his fly. "Very nice. Is that for me?" she chortles, stroking him through his jeans. His growing arousal straining against the fabric. He unzips himself, and slides her hand over his stiffening cock. He whimpers into her neck.  With the taste of her on his tongue and the feel her hand stroking him through his briefs, he's a breath away from sensory overload.

"Ben?..." she purrs. "Mmmph?" he mutters.

"Head spinning a little?" she asks, with a bit of cheek. "A bit, yeah" he pants.

Anna continues stroking Benedict's growing erection through his underwear. She keeps the speed languid, but increases the pressure of her grip. He cants to one side and lolls his head back.

"How's that feel?" "Uhhng!..." He growls. "Don't stop!! please... d-don't"

"Will you come for me, Ben?" Anna slips her hand under the waistband of his underwear and dabs at the precome dribbling from Benedict's rock hard cock to lube her fingers. She squeezes just beneath the head until his glans is exposed, then slowly begins to stroke his shaft, pressing her thumb against his frenulum, moving it in a deep circular motion.

The expression on his face is an admixture of ecstasy and pure torture.  He fists the duvet and his toes curl. Anna slicks the pad of her thumb again and presses it into the underside of his erection sliding it up and down stopping at the base. Seeking the most sensitive spot between his burgeoning erection and his scrotum, she deploys it like a rocker switch forward and back causing Benedict to curse, and babble incoherently as finds his release.

"Boneless?" she purrs as she kisses his forehead. "Y-yesss!" he pants.

"That thing, w-with the thumb?... Fucking Awesome..." He smiles at Anna and pulls her into a slow, deep kiss.