Working her pants down to the floor, Ben all but lifted her to lay her out, his mouth on her before her back even hit the sofa cushions. There was no cause for hurry, but he was, as always, swept up in the crackling energy of her— in the power surging through her, in mirror of his own, as much as her body.

He licked her open, the folds of her already slick and swollen, her clit pulsing against his tongue. With her knees pressed up towards her chest, she was spread open obscenely. He thought of her standing in his kitchen, naked and glistening, her fingers curled deeply inside of herself. His cock gave a weak twitch.

He wanted to push himself inside of her, any way that he could. To crawl inside of her skin. To be there, with her, in whatever way she would allow.