Rey did not know that such pleasure was even possible. She could never have dreamed feeling like this, and it is so far beyond her comprehension that all she can do is moan, over and over, his name and deep, guttural sounds as she rocks between his mouth and his fingers, two burning spots of fire.

He seems to know exactly what to do to her body and the pleasure nearly takes her when she realizes that he knows. Ben can feel her, can study her, and use it for what a part of Rey hopes is his new purpose in life.

Ben has used his mouth as a weapon before, and this feels nearly as dangerous but not because it hurts her, but because she could see herself getting lost in this, growing blind to everything that isn’t him.

By now she knows that when she reaches the dizzying height of her pleasure, when her body seizes up like it just can’t handle anything more, that she needs to not fight it. Her thighs clench tightly against the sides of Ben’s head and she slams one palm against the wall, crying out his name as her orgasm hits her.

Their bond is wide open and crackling with energy, and Rey lets him feel it as she clenches down around his fingers, making a mess of him as her thighs tremble around him. She stares down at him, dazed and wide-eyed, before finally sitting back against his chest so that he has room to breathe.