“Mm, really?” Ben’s big hands settle on her hips and she wonders, not for the first time or even the tenth, what it might feel like to have him inside of her like this. “Is this you being a tease?”

She wriggles out of his grasp and slides down the bed, grinning up at him as she tugs the waistband of just underwear down just enough to reveal the head of his cock. She touches the tip of her tongue to it, nudging it under the foreskin before sitting up abruptly.

“Or maybe that’s me,” she says brightly, giving him a big grin and a jaunty wave before blinking out of view.

Her laughter rings through the bond as she pulls on leggings and a sweatshirt, and she stuffs her feet into a pair of sneakers before heading for the door.

Don’t start without me.