She begins to move faster, shutting her eyes and letting the sound of Ben’s voice rush over her. She’s solely focused on her own pleasure now; in finding that release she desperately needs. And Ben-Ben is so close, he’s going to fall with her.
“Touch yourself,” he commands, though his voice his broken and desperate. “Fuck, baby, touch yourself where I can’t. I want to see you touch your clit. I want to feel you cum.”
“Yes. Yes, yes, yes, yes,” she groans, nodding furiously as she follows his direction. She moves her fingers to her clit, done with gentle swipes and teasing movement; now she circles herself furiously as she rides his cock.
“Pretend it’s me,” he orders. “Pretend I’m touching you. Pretend my mouth is on your breasts, kissing you…Fuck-kissing every inch of your skin…”
The words touch her like he can’t, pressing into her like a physical manifest and breaking the last of her control. She thrusts against him again and then freezes, squeezing him tightly as she feels her orgasm wash over her. Every muscle in her body tightens, and her own pleasure bursts inside of her, moving through her head to toe. Ben groans beneath her, thrusting up once more, and then she can feel him surge inside of her, his own release spinning out her orgasm.
She collapses against his chest, pressing haphazard kisses against his sweaty skin as she struggles to breathe. There’s an emptiness, not feeling his arms come around her, holding her to him, but she can’t move-can’t release him without first regaining possession of her body. She’s undone by the strength of her orgasm, and judging from Ben’s labored breathing, she’s not alone.
“Thank you,” she hums. “Oh, god, honey, thank you for doing this.”
“Leslie.” Ben jostles her a little as he moves his legs, and she forces herself to sit up, supporting her weight on arms that still feel like jelly. “I should be thanking you-Trust me on this one.”
She smiles, leaning forward to kiss him for the first time tonight-a first for them during sex, she thinks. “God,” she sighs. “I really need you to cuddle me, hard. Like, right now. I mean, that was awesome, but I miss your arms. And your hands. I really miss your hands.”
She rolls off of him, whining at the loss of contact, and frowns. “Now what did we do with that key?”
You're amazing, this is AMAZING. Leslie's fixation on getting every aspect perfect, READING HIS MIRANDA RIGHTS! So freakin good. And Ben's conviction is the most perfect thing I've ever heard.
She begins to move faster, shutting her eyes and letting the sound of Ben’s voice rush over her. She’s solely focused on her own pleasure now; in finding that release she desperately needs. And Ben-Ben is so close, he’s going to fall with her.
“Touch yourself,” he commands, though his voice his broken and desperate. “Fuck, baby, touch yourself where I can’t. I want to see you touch your clit. I want to feel you cum.”
“Yes. Yes, yes, yes, yes,” she groans, nodding furiously as she follows his direction. She moves her fingers to her clit, done with gentle swipes and teasing movement; now she circles herself furiously as she rides his cock.
“Pretend it’s me,” he orders. “Pretend I’m touching you. Pretend my mouth is on your breasts, kissing you…Fuck-kissing every inch of your skin…”
The words touch her like he can’t, pressing into her like a physical manifest and breaking the last of her control. She thrusts against him again and then freezes, squeezing him tightly as she feels her orgasm wash over her. Every muscle in her body tightens, and her own pleasure bursts inside of her, moving through her head to toe. Ben groans beneath her, thrusting up once more, and then she can feel him surge inside of her, his own release spinning out her orgasm.
She collapses against his chest, pressing haphazard kisses against his sweaty skin as she struggles to breathe. There’s an emptiness, not feeling his arms come around her, holding her to him, but she can’t move-can’t release him without first regaining possession of her body. She’s undone by the strength of her orgasm, and judging from Ben’s labored breathing, she’s not alone.
“Thank you,” she hums. “Oh, god, honey, thank you for doing this.”
“Leslie.” Ben jostles her a little as he moves his legs, and she forces herself to sit up, supporting her weight on arms that still feel like jelly. “I should be thanking you-Trust me on this one.”
She smiles, leaning forward to kiss him for the first time tonight-a first for them during sex, she thinks. “God,” she sighs. “I really need you to cuddle me, hard. Like, right now. I mean, that was awesome, but I miss your arms. And your hands. I really miss your hands.”
She rolls off of him, whining at the loss of contact, and frowns. “Now what did we do with that key?”
“Seriously? Leslie!”
“Kidding!”
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