As Ben’s hips rock against hers, Rey knows that this is exactly what she wanted when she asked him to hold her. This is what had been keeping her up. She feels him press between her legs and she knows, she knows.
Each press of his mouth is a revelation, and her skin sings at every brush of his against it. Suddenly his shirt is gone and it’s only that scrap of silk between them, the one she thought he might catch a glimpse of in some abstract future.
And now he’s here, mouthing at her skin, and she drags her arm up out of the strap so the material slips further down, making more room for him. She feels like she’s burning, and she arches up against him as heat flares between her legs.
It feels almost like fighting him had, but flipped on its head. Just as intense but now it’s pleasure and need in the clash of their bodies. She never wants it to end, and she wraps her legs around his thighs to keep him there, just where he’s meant to be.
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Each press of his mouth is a revelation, and her skin sings at every brush of his against it. Suddenly his shirt is gone and it’s only that scrap of silk between them, the one she thought he might catch a glimpse of in some abstract future.
And now he’s here, mouthing at her skin, and she drags her arm up out of the strap so the material slips further down, making more room for him. She feels like she’s burning, and she arches up against him as heat flares between her legs.
It feels almost like fighting him had, but flipped on its head. Just as intense but now it’s pleasure and need in the clash of their bodies. She never wants it to end, and she wraps her legs around his thighs to keep him there, just where he’s meant to be.