“You did that before you ever put your mouth on me,” she assures him, because he always occupied a portion of her thoughts. Then she’s rendered incapable of speech, only able to moan as he grips her hips. Rey knows that she could break the hold if she wanted, but she likes the weight of his big hands there.
Ben kisses her cunt like he sometimes kisses her mouth, licking his way inside like it’s the only thing he’s ever wanted. She watches because she cannot look away, locking her elbow to keep herself propped up as her fingers twist in his hair. His tongue presses deep inside of her, his tongue, while the bridge of his nose rubs against her swollen clitoris. His dark eyes flick up to meet her gaze and Rey moans out his name as the image sears itself into her memory.
Her whole body trembles and she already feels the pleasure building inside of her, nearly reaching a peak, but then Ben pulls away and Rey lets out a desperate cry, tugging at his hair as her chest heaves. The bottom half of his face is wet with the slick she’s made, and she lets go of his hair to touch his swollen mouth instead, tracing his bottom lip with her finger before lifting it to her mouth to taste herself. Her eyes widen as she realizes what she’s doing only once her cheeks hollow around her finger, and she releases the digit with a pop.
“I was nearly there,” she tells him, squirming against his grip before dropping her hand to rub at her aching clitoris. “Is this the part where I’m supposed to beg for you, Ben?”
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Ben kisses her cunt like he sometimes kisses her mouth, licking his way inside like it’s the only thing he’s ever wanted. She watches because she cannot look away, locking her elbow to keep herself propped up as her fingers twist in his hair. His tongue presses deep inside of her, his tongue, while the bridge of his nose rubs against her swollen clitoris. His dark eyes flick up to meet her gaze and Rey moans out his name as the image sears itself into her memory.
Her whole body trembles and she already feels the pleasure building inside of her, nearly reaching a peak, but then Ben pulls away and Rey lets out a desperate cry, tugging at his hair as her chest heaves. The bottom half of his face is wet with the slick she’s made, and she lets go of his hair to touch his swollen mouth instead, tracing his bottom lip with her finger before lifting it to her mouth to taste herself. Her eyes widen as she realizes what she’s doing only once her cheeks hollow around her finger, and she releases the digit with a pop.
“I was nearly there,” she tells him, squirming against his grip before dropping her hand to rub at her aching clitoris. “Is this the part where I’m supposed to beg for you, Ben?”