“Bless my stubbornness,” she says with an easy grin, stroking him a few more times before letting her hands fall away. Rey really has no idea what she’s doing, but just going along with what feels good seems to be working so far.

She wriggles forward until the thick shaft of his cock can slide up between her labia, already swollen and pink with need as she tugs his hand away. It’s easy as anything to rock against him, whimpering at the drag of him over her clitoris, that greedy little bundle of nerves.

When he speaks, Rey pauses the languid roll of her hips and looks at him curiously. They said a lot of things last night, so she dips into the surface of his mind and lets out a needy whimper at what she sees there, reaching up to pinch at one of her stiff nipples.

“You did,” she breathes out, eyes dark as she smiles down at him. “Are you a man of your word, Ben Solo?”