[Ben's jaw drops open against his will when her hand starts to pass over the head of his cock. His head turns against the crook of her neck, a motion aborted half-way, harsh breathes coming out of him the faster she shuttles across his length.
He makes it his business to angle his wrist as best as he can, even with her squirming. No doubt he will have a cramp no matter what he does. The sounds she makes, the expressions that show her discovering an entire new world of sensations make it all worth it. He imagines that he looks much the same --
At least, until her other hand enters his pants. She attaches herself to his balls and he jerks, more precum leaking from the tip of his cock, eyes wide and a harsh exhale quite suddenly turning to a keening whine of both pleasure and pain. His forehead drops to her shoulder, his back arching away from her as he sees spots in front of his eyes.
Stars it hurts. She has his balls in a vicegrip, and it makes his forehead warm and his voice high. The dry friction combined with the pressure -- he might pass out.]
Oh god--yes. More.
[He forces it out, face red with effort. He curls his hand until his wrist cracks with the effort, digging his finger deeper, burying his thumb between her folds to try and do -- something. He isn't sure what. But he can't really thrust his finger, and this is what instinct tells him to do next.]
You're so wet, Kira. I need that.
[But his hand is trapped inside of her, so he can't even really make use of it even if there was enough of her arousal to go around.]
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He makes it his business to angle his wrist as best as he can, even with her squirming. No doubt he will have a cramp no matter what he does. The sounds she makes, the expressions that show her discovering an entire new world of sensations make it all worth it. He imagines that he looks much the same --
At least, until her other hand enters his pants. She attaches herself to his balls and he jerks, more precum leaking from the tip of his cock, eyes wide and a harsh exhale quite suddenly turning to a keening whine of both pleasure and pain. His forehead drops to her shoulder, his back arching away from her as he sees spots in front of his eyes.
Stars it hurts. She has his balls in a vicegrip, and it makes his forehead warm and his voice high. The dry friction combined with the pressure -- he might pass out.]
Oh god--yes. More.
[He forces it out, face red with effort. He curls his hand until his wrist cracks with the effort, digging his finger deeper, burying his thumb between her folds to try and do -- something. He isn't sure what. But he can't really thrust his finger, and this is what instinct tells him to do next.]
You're so wet, Kira. I need that.
[But his hand is trapped inside of her, so he can't even really make use of it even if there was enough of her arousal to go around.]