Rey can feel him there, in her mind, and it’s a welcomed presence that soothes her anxieties and makes her feel reassured. Understood. She nods a little and lets herself relax against him, letting the length of him slot up between her legs, where the thin, silky fabric is warm and damp.

After pressing a kiss to the hollow of his throat, letting her tongue sneak out to taste the salt of his skin, she pulls back enough to look at him. This time, she’s the one who puts her hands on his chest, letting them sweep over the rise of his pecs before circling her finger curiously around one small, pebbled nipple. And then she lets her hands drift lower, feeling his abdomen tighten as her fingers skim over the ridges of muscle.

“Ben.” She feels overwhelmed by the enormity of her want, and she lets out a shuddering breath before letting herself fall back against the mattress, legs splayed open across his thighs as she reaches for him. “I don’t—“ She pauses, swallowing hard as her thighs tense under his hands, belly clenching with desire. “I don’t want there to be a single part of me that you haven’t touched.”