[ His fingers are a tight fit, but she's slick enough that one slides in without resistance — and then the next, making her hiss as she feels herself spread apart and his knuckles sink further. The wet sound it makes should turn her flush from shame, but it only entices her arousal to hear how soaked she is around his fingers, leaking out onto his palm and dripping onto the makeshift duvet under her. ]
So good. [ She exhales, back arching as high as it can go to strain toward his thrusting hand, the brush of his tongue. She sounds drunk on her arousal, dazed and delirious, but she's too struck with the urge to tell him how it feels, how good he is for her. ] It's so good. You're so good.
[ But her rambling praise is punctuated by the shrillness of a whimper, legs going tight with tension even as her eyes widen. Oh. Oh, that's new, but she shouldn't be surprised that Ben has taught her something about herself she hadn't known herself. Her body shakes like she's going to tremble out of her skin, out of her bones, like it doesn't know how to compute the feeling. ]
Ben —
[ It's meant to warn him that she's so precariously close to coming (and so prematurely, at that), but it's too late for that. Color bursts behind her eyelids, white-hot, and her hands fly up to bunch the sheets around her to prevent herself from ripping his hair from his scalp in too far gone ecstasy. And then she's crying out choked noises not even a moment later, the muscles in her cunt pulsing around his fingers like they're trying to pull them deeper, keep them inside to fill her up. ]
i can hear it in my head every time you write "AHHHHH" now
So good. [ She exhales, back arching as high as it can go to strain toward his thrusting hand, the brush of his tongue. She sounds drunk on her arousal, dazed and delirious, but she's too struck with the urge to tell him how it feels, how good he is for her. ] It's so good. You're so good.
[ But her rambling praise is punctuated by the shrillness of a whimper, legs going tight with tension even as her eyes widen. Oh. Oh, that's new, but she shouldn't be surprised that Ben has taught her something about herself she hadn't known herself. Her body shakes like she's going to tremble out of her skin, out of her bones, like it doesn't know how to compute the feeling. ]
Ben —
[ It's meant to warn him that she's so precariously close to coming (and so prematurely, at that), but it's too late for that. Color bursts behind her eyelids, white-hot, and her hands fly up to bunch the sheets around her to prevent herself from ripping his hair from his scalp in too far gone ecstasy. And then she's crying out choked noises not even a moment later, the muscles in her cunt pulsing around his fingers like they're trying to pull them deeper, keep them inside to fill her up. ]