It’s the briefest image but she catches it, his cock hard and pressing into the core of her, and it’s enough to make her breath hitches. Her cunt clenches between her legs, suddenly feeling achingly empty.

Her lips part and she shifts her hand to slide it into his underwear instead, curling her fingers around the soft length of him. He starts to thicken in her hand and she thumbs at the head, gently dragging his foreskin down a little, tracing the velvet softness of it with the pad of her thumb.

Everything feels more charged with the bond open like this, and her nipples tighten against the thin cotton of her shirt, where her breasts are pressed into his flank.

“Taking up space,” she repeats with a thoughtful hum, lifting a brow as she slides her hand lower, cupping his balls and rolling them in her palm. She moves lower to press her fingertips to the soft spot behind them, rubbing curiously. “I think you’d let me take up whatever space I pleased.”