Ben leans over her again and Rey clutches at him desperately, wrapping her arms around his neck like he's an anchor as she fights her way back to the surface. She takes a breath, and then another, and then gasps as she sees the image in his mind.

The obscenity of it shocks her for the briefest moment, but then she pictures it as well, imagining what his tongue might feel like against her swollen clitoris.

Suddenly she's torn between two wants, and she has to decide which to pick. He's right there, thick and heavy between her legs, and he could press into her. She wants it desperately, but even in her haze of pleasure she remembers the pinch of his fingers.

"You want to use your mouth?" She pants the question, blinking owlishly as she reaches between them to wrap her fingers around his length again. Her hand can't even close around it fully and she swallows hard, doing her best to formulate a complete thought.

"You can, Ben. You can," she tells him, turning to press sloppy kisses to the side of his face. She's too overwhelmed with pleasure to be embarrassed, and she hums as she slides the length of him through her slick folds, easing the way of her hand. "You have to stretch me open more first. Three fingers, and-- and your mouth. Ben, your mouth. It's so beautiful."