One of the things about Keyuri that Ben had always liked, even when they were simply being friends and the touches were nothing more than warm affection, was her extreme responsiveness. Every inch of her seemed wired for reaction, highly tuned to sensory impact and freely broadcasting positive or negative associations and results. It would be damn near impossible for even him to ignore the signals and it stroked his male ego to know that he could satisfy her and that he could read her.
With a low chuckle, he found the sweet spot directly beneath her ear, just at the turning of her jawline, and nuzzled. Meanwhile, the hand at her waist slipped down further until he could gather the softness of her skirt and shift it upwards, baring pale cinnamon skin. Carefully, as his mouth began to make sensual work of her jaw and neck once more, he settled his hand at her hip, only separated from skin by a brief portion of her panties.