[ She grinned against his skin every time she elicited another sigh from him, spurred on by his approval and fingers in her hair. She moves lower, slowing down to gently kiss along the edge of the scar on his hip that is still healing, before her lips trace a path to his navel. She lifts her head there, her chest hovering just above the visible line of his arousal straining against his pants. ]
Can I touch you, Ben?
[ She whispers, knowing he'll know she's not asking for permission to keep doing what she's doing, but to go lower. ]
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Can I touch you, Ben?
[ She whispers, knowing he'll know she's not asking for permission to keep doing what she's doing, but to go lower. ]