Each movement sent sparks through her body, accompanied by warmth flooding her veins. The sounds of the evening seemed to narrow to only their mingled and frantic breathing, the sound of wet flesh hitting wet flesh, and the creak of the bed. She keeps her hands on his face, holding onto him like if she let go he might slip away.

She squeezes her legs against his hips, arching her back as she feels close to the edge, trying not to fall off it quite yet, but oh, it's hard to not just let it go and be swept away.

"Ben," she whispers his name between moans, silently seeking where he is, what he's feeling. Her lips find his as she whines, dangerously close to release. She knows if she comes he will too, but it's still much better when it's nearly at the same time.