The lounge chair made a horrendous racket as they both fell into it but Ben didn't care. Maybe he should have. They were in public, after all. Anyone could come into the pool room and find them here, naked and twisted around each other. What should have really concerned Ben about this was that ....he actually didn't care. The fact that his need, that this desire running rampant through him, preceded shame? He should have been a smidge more alarmed.
But he wasn't. "I do like when you're bossy," Ben smiled cheekily up at her. His hands found her naked thighs and they squeezed. He pulled her hips forward, then scattered his fingers down. Those legs of hers teased him, seemingly neverending as his hand went as far as they could. "But I like when you're soft too."
Vulnerable. They both had burdens from their past. Ben had learned too late that they shouldn't define him. Phasma had appeared unbothered by her own questionable history but there were rare moments, little things she would say that had him thinking that perhaps she too carried a weight around her shoulders. Although, she did far more elegantly.
Their lips met. He was too eager and crashed his teeth into hers. But still he grinned and tried to be softer, slower. She was a cavern of treasures and secrets that he couldn't wait to explore. Even her skin kept enticing him, his hands roaming over back like he couldn't decide which part he wanted to squeeze and tease first. Oh, when they decided to go south and found that firm curve of her ass, Ben couldn't resist a short slap. Because today seemed like a good day to die.