She is still trembling as Ben moves her, letting him take all of her weight against his broad hands as she’s settled back onto the bed. When he leans over her, his chin is glossy with her slick, catching the light that filters in through the window.

Dazedly, she lifts her hand to touch his mouth, spreading that wetness along his jaw and down his throat, resting her hand against his pulse. Her other hand goes to his flank and she nods at him with an open-mouthed grin, slowly drawing her knees up to make more room for him, eager to have him inside of her.

Take me, she thinks.