His mouth slack and his eyes dark, Ben leaned back against the lumpy cushions of the couch, his grip tight at her hips as she dragged her slick cunt against him shamelessly. He wanted to be in her again— with his cock, his fingers. Two, or maybe three, curled in deep, massaging the swollen upper wall of her body until she was a wet, trembling mess. The thought of it was there on the surface of his mind, shockingly vivid and beseeching.

"Rey," he panted, one hand sliding over the swell of her ass, further down until he could curl the tips of his fingers into her from behind.