Ben seemed to have miscalculated his ability not to come the moment she shouted his name, his hands gripping her hips and his hips snapping forward— once, twice, her cunt still gripping him like a vice as he shuddered and spilled within her.

He slurred something, which might have been an apology, because he'd been so sure he could do this for a bit longer.

Hunched over her, he panted against her shoulder, one arm sliding beneath her chest to hold her close to him.