Any retort Rey might have had dies on her lips when Ben pinches her nipple again, sending a shock of pleasure down between her legs. She has never given them much thought before, and now she realizes what an error she's made. Or maybe it's just him.

She lets Ben explore her body, watching his face and reaching down to rest her hand on his shin, squeezing whenever something feels particularly good. By the time the his questing fingers reach between her legs, Rey's breathing has picked up and she swallows hard, twitching and letting out a quiet whimper at the brief touch to her clitoris.

It feels a little like exquisite torture, but she doesn't dare rush him. This feels different than their nearly frantic encounter the night before, which had continued into the morning. This feels more deliberate and she likes the slow build of it, even as she tries to squeeze her thighs together for some sort of relief, but Ben's arm is in the way so she can't.

His fingers trail across her jaw and she turns her head so she can pull his index finger into her mouth, feeling it glide along her tongue as her cheeks hollow around it. Her eyes never leave his, and she whimpers a little as she lets her knees fall open, thighs spread shamelessly wide.