It's a heady sort of power, having him entirely in her hands, as it were. She can adjust the way she's stroking him to finish him faster, or draw it out until he's begging her to let him come. She's not quite so skilled yet to pull the latter off, maybe, but the thought is nice. A little dark but that's always been her reality. She stands mostly in the light, but she doesn't run from the dark. She embraces it.

"What do you want now, Ben?" Her lips drift from his neck to his ear where she gently drags his earlobe between her teeth. Her hand squeezes him from base to tip as his hip ls roll in time with her, sticky with his fluid and the remnants of her saliva.