Ben has a little more to offer

Abbie rolled against Ben, cuddling with him. Instinctively, he wrapped his hands around her, touching her thighs, hips, running his fingers up her body, over her breasts. Abbie nuzzled against him, relishing in the attention.

"Mm," Abbie sighed contentedly, her body still tingling from her intense orgasm. She enjoyed the weight of Ben's arm around her, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on her skin. Her hand wandered down his torso, stroking his chest, his stomach, and then lower. Her eyes widened in surprise when she found him still hard.

"Well, would you look at that," she said with a playful smile, wrapping her fingers around his erection.

Ben glanced down at himself, almost as surprised as she was. "Hm," he chuckled. "Can't really help it with you lying next to me like this."

Abbie stroked him slowly, feeling him twitch in her hand. "Is that so?" she teased, her voice dropping to a whisper. Their eyes met, and something passed between them -- a different kind of heat than before, more intimate somehow. She leaned toward him and kissed him.

Ben swallowed, his gaze never leaving hers. "So ... if I'm still hard ... can I fuck you again?"

A broad smile spread across Abbie's face, her eyes lighting up with delight. "I wish you would!" she said, releasing his cock and rolling onto her back. She spread her legs invitingly, exposing herself completely to him.

Ben moved between her thighs, taking in the sight of her. She was flushed, sweaty, her pussy still glistening with the combined evidence of their earlier activities -- Carter's release still visible, her inner thighs sticky with fluids. The sight only made Ben harder, his cock throbbing at the thought of sliding into her well-used pussy.

Ben pushed forward, sliding into her with ease. They both moaned at the sensation -- Abbie at the delicious fullness, Ben at the incredible wetness and heat that enveloped him. He began to move, his strokes long and deliberate, savoring every inch of her.

"Jesus Christ," he groaned, bracing himself above her. "It's better than the first time."

Abbie wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper. "It's all for you," she purred, arching her back to meet his thrusts. Her hands roamed his back, feeling his muscles flex as he moved inside her.

From across the room, Carter watched them silently as he smoked, fascinated by the tableau before him. There was something different about this second round -- more intimate, less performative. He took another drag of his cigarette, content to observe.

"Harder," Abbie urged, digging her heels into Ben's lower back. "I want to feel you everywhere."

Ben complied, increasing his pace until the sound of his hips slapping against her filled the room. Abbie's eyes rolled back, her body already oversensitive from her previous climax. Every thrust sent new waves of pleasure crashing through her, building rapidly toward another peak. He buried his face in her neck, breathing in her scent as he drove into her relentlessly. The wet heat of her pussy, still filled with Carter's release, created an obscenely erotic sensation that pushed him closer to the edge with each stroke.

Abbie whimpered beneath him, her body responding instinctively to his words. She tilted her hips, changing the angle slightly so that his cock hit exactly where she needed it most.

"Yes, right there," she breathed, her voice breaking. "I'm going to come ... again ..."

Ben reached between them, his thumb finding her swollen clit. He circled it gently at first, then with increasing pressure as he felt her tighten around him.

"Come for me," he urged, his own release building rapidly. "I want to feel you come on my cock."

His words pushed her over the edge. Abbie's back arched off the bed as her second orgasm ripped through her, more intense than the first. Her pussy clenched around him in rhythmic waves, milking his cock with each pulse. Ben groaned, the sensation overwhelming him. He drove into her one final time, burying himself to the hilt as he came, adding his own release to the mix already inside her. Thoroughly exhausted now, he first collapsed on top of Abbie, and then rolled over, sprawling across the bed. Abbie lay by his side, covered in sweat and come, feeling thoroughly used and completely satisfied.

Carter appeared, to Abbie's surprise, with a towel. "I thought you might want to clean up?" he said.

"Thanks," Abbie said, taking the towel from Carter. She wiped herself clean as best she could, dabbing between her legs where she felt thoroughly used and deliciously sore. She smiled to herself, remembering the intensity of what they'd just shared. She looked down at herself as she clutched the towel. "I think I might need a proper shower, though."

Carter, still wearing nothing but his unbuttoned shirt, retrieved his boxers from the floor and pulled them on. "Bathroom's all yours," he said, gesturing toward the door.

Abbie padded naked across the room, feeling both men's eyes on her as she walked. The bathroom was small but clean, with fluffy white towels stacked neatly on a shelf. She turned on the shower, waiting for the water to warm before stepping under the spray.

The hot water felt heavenly on her skin, washing away the sweat and sticky residue of their passionate encounter. She closed her eyes, letting the water cascade over her face as she replayed the events of the evening in her mind. Once she had thoroughly rinsed herself, she stepped out of the shower, dried off, and then just as naked as when she went into the bathroom, came back out.

The men had gotten partially dressed -- well, pants at least. Abbie was (and felt) significantly more naked, though had no shame about it.

"Has anyone seen a dress? Something approximately my size?" she asked playfully.

Ben smiled as he held up her dress from the floor. "You mean this little number?" He dangled it from one finger, swinging it back and forth teasingly.

"That's the one," Abbie said, walking toward him without an ounce of self-consciousness. She easily slipped the dress over her head, and then turned to see Ben gazing at her, an image in stillness and contentment.