"You say that now," Rey says teasingly, giving his hard length a pointed look. His fingers slip into her hair and she hums encouragingly as she licks at him again. The taste is bitter but not entirely unpleasant, and she takes a breath before letting him slide into her mouth and across her tongue.

Her lips stretch around his girth and she curls her hand around the base of him, and after a few clumsy attempts she's able to work up a steady rhythm, her fist rising up to meet her lips, over and over.

There's an ache in her knees but it's easy to ignore when she can feel the echo of Ben's pleasure between her own legs. She must be doing something right, and a small sense of pride wells up inside of her as she looks up at his face. She likes being good at things, and she likes the way he fills up her mouth. Most of all, he likes the look on his face, almost like he's stunned.

Rey likes all of this, because it's him.