[When she rushes in on his lips, Ben feels his grip on his self-control slide sideways, and he scrambles to keep hold of it, to let her explore her limits at her own pace -- and maybe give him time to continue wrapping his head around this. But she's got a hand in his hair and is leading him around by it -- and he finds that he wants to surrender that control, to return to that feral sort of pawing they'd done to one another already.
The calculating look that she gives him, all hunger and lust, encourages a hungry drag of his hands across her hips that he forces himself to abort half way, fingers half-way down her thighs. The feint deepening of their kiss only has in leaning closer to her to try and chase it after she releases him -- and were she not so heavily seated in his lap, he might have tipped too far forward.
But she's caging his hips and his lap only grows warmer with each passing second. His fingers drag up her thighs again to her torso, and then he becomes bold and chases after that deep kiss again. He no longer bothers trying to hold her still, against his better judgement -- he wants to devour this attention while he still has it.]
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The calculating look that she gives him, all hunger and lust, encourages a hungry drag of his hands across her hips that he forces himself to abort half way, fingers half-way down her thighs. The feint deepening of their kiss only has in leaning closer to her to try and chase it after she releases him -- and were she not so heavily seated in his lap, he might have tipped too far forward.
But she's caging his hips and his lap only grows warmer with each passing second. His fingers drag up her thighs again to her torso, and then he becomes bold and chases after that deep kiss again. He no longer bothers trying to hold her still, against his better judgement -- he wants to devour this attention while he still has it.]