[ What she lacks in experience, she makes up for in curiosity and exploration — and would account for in enthusiasm, if she weren't so wary of driving him away. Slowly, she parts her mouth and opens to him, experimentally flicking her tongue against his full bottom lip. He doesn't taste much like anything, aside from a flavor she can identify as uniquely Ben, pursuing it with indulgent, teasing strokes of her tongue against his own.
Her hand molds itself to the angular set of his jaw as leverage to investigate other angles, how it feels to tilt her head and suck his lip into her mouth until it's enticingly swollen and slick with her saliva. Her efforts are sloppy and without finesse, and more than once she bumps their noses and foreheads together, but it doesn't have to be perfect. Heat still flares in her regardless of the clumsiness involved, coloring her skin with a pink glow. ]
Okay. [ She says it to herself as their mouths disengage, a vocal acceptance of his decision murmured under her breath. And then her lips are on his skin like she's been magnetically pulled there, trailing just beneath his ear. ] I want you so badly, Ben.
[ Maybe she should be disgusted with herself for that, but she won't deny him the truth. Even then, she's remarkably restrained. The control, once stolen from him, should now be in his hands. That's agony for her and the little twitches of her hips rocking into his pelvis, but — she wants to give him that gift. That feels more important than chasing after instant gratification. ]
and stare into windows creepily
Her hand molds itself to the angular set of his jaw as leverage to investigate other angles, how it feels to tilt her head and suck his lip into her mouth until it's enticingly swollen and slick with her saliva. Her efforts are sloppy and without finesse, and more than once she bumps their noses and foreheads together, but it doesn't have to be perfect. Heat still flares in her regardless of the clumsiness involved, coloring her skin with a pink glow. ]
Okay. [ She says it to herself as their mouths disengage, a vocal acceptance of his decision murmured under her breath. And then her lips are on his skin like she's been magnetically pulled there, trailing just beneath his ear. ] I want you so badly, Ben.
[ Maybe she should be disgusted with herself for that, but she won't deny him the truth. Even then, she's remarkably restrained. The control, once stolen from him, should now be in his hands. That's agony for her and the little twitches of her hips rocking into his pelvis, but — she wants to give him that gift. That feels more important than chasing after instant gratification. ]