She looked up at him, licking her lips, and smiled. His eyes were still closed in concentration, so she stood and grabbed his hand, pulling him to where their bed awaited. Finally, finally, they had arrived. No guests, no neighbours, no stairs.
They undressed each other in a hurry, and she lay down, spread her knees, and pulled her legs back. He licked and lapped at her with more passion than he had on the stairs; and he had more room between her thighs now that she was lying back, able to open herself up more fully so that he could make sure no millimetre of her p***y was neglected. She grasped his hands with her own as they clasped her ass, squeezing him, and then pulling gently toward her chest.
Benedict didn't need a more direct hint; he rose up and lined his c**k up with her soaking
