[Ben feels something low in his belly rumble with desire when her thighs wrap around his hips. The anticipation suspends when she rocks up against him, offering him only more teasing instead of the relief he seeks. He tries to make an annoyed sound, but it only comes out as a helpless, complaining moan. His arms wrap around her securely, forehead falling between the valley of her breasts. He rocks upward to seek the enveloping comfort of her cunt — he knows it is waiting for him, even of he has jo real idea what to expect.]
Kira — please.
[There is frustration wrapped up in his plea, and his forehead grinds momentarily against her skin before it is replaced by his lips, teeth sinking into her breast for the briefest of moments. Her question is answered with haste — he can feel the tips of his ears turning red as it all tumbles out of him.]
no subject
Kira — please.
[There is frustration wrapped up in his plea, and his forehead grinds momentarily against her skin before it is replaced by his lips, teeth sinking into her breast for the briefest of moments. Her question is answered with haste — he can feel the tips of his ears turning red as it all tumbles out of him.]
I need you. Use me. Let me inside.