"Hmm." Languidly, she raised one hand to move her hair out of her face, then saw he was reaching for her and used the same hand to touch his, palm to palm. She shuddered a little as they connected, the rest of her body almost going cold as all of its heat rushed to her hand, rushed to match what was coming from Ben. She studied their hands with wide eyes, fascinated by the golden sparks that were enveloping them and tickling her skin. God, that felt great. Better than great. Incredible. And she wanted more.
Lucy wasn't what you'd call a sexual creature. She liked sex, and she loved it with Ben, but she didn't need it like Jason did, and she definitely never flaunted it. She kept it private, like a good wife was supposed to, and she never pushed. Most of the time, she was just content to cuddle with Ben and fall asleep in his arms, as they'd been doing ever since he'd gotten home, but now? That wasn't enough anymore. The combination of having a horndog in her brain and taking V was making her want Ben more than she'd ever wanted him before, and now was not the time to be demure. Now was the time to be bold. Shameless. Indecorous. Maybe even a little slutty. Well, a lot slutty. Her clothes were already off, after all.
"I don't think you are, baby." A wicked grin appeared on her face, and in one quick but smooth movement, she was straddling him and snaking her hands up beneath his shirt ever so slowly, leaning down close to him so their faces were inches apart. "How 'bout now?"