Relief quickly surges through her and she nods, promising him the same even though she can’t make her mouth form the words. Her fingers curl around the headboard and she keeps her other fingers buried in his hair, crying out in surprise at just how good it feels to have him press his mouth to her.

Ben approaches everything he does with such intense focus, and this is the same. The curl of his tongue inside of her is devastating, leaving her wrecked as she trembles in his grasp, mouth open as she looks down to watch. She finds him staring back up at her with those gorgeous, dark eyes of his and she feels a little like she might just shake apart from how good it feels. She could quickly become addicted to this, she thinks.

“That’s perfect,” she gasps out, because it’s true and she wants to shower him with praise, to reward him for treating her so well. Her hips rock gently down against his mouth and she whimpers at the eager press of his tongue, feeling his nose slot up next to her clitoris. She can’t seem to tear her eyes away from his and she presses her hand to his forehead, smoothing his hair back and digging her fingers into it to guide his tongue back to her pulsing clitoris, crying out sharply as his full lips close around her aching flesh. “Yes, yes, Ben. Right there, please. You feel so good.”