There has never been a moment where Rey was unaware of Ben's strength. From the moment she first saw him, he made an imposing figure. She has seen that strength on display time and time again but here and now, her breath still hitches as he lifts her so easily, as if she weighs nothing at all.
The moment his mouth touches her, she lets out a loud cry and slaps her hand over her mouth. This is what she was thinking about in the shower but her imagination pales in comparison to the real thing. His strong hands slide up the backs of her thighs and she thinks that maybe she should feel some ounce of shame but she doesn't, she can't, because the slick press of Ben's tongue inside of her is all she can bring herself to care about.
Her legs are spread open, all of her most intimate parts on display for him, and there is nothing she wouldn't do in this moment to have more of him. She understands now why the Jedi would have forbade this. She feels like she would tear down mountains just to have him inside of her.
"Ben," she breathes out, pulling her hand away from her face as she looks down at him, toes curling as his dark eyes meet hers. Her hands hook under her own knees so she can hold herself open for him, utterly shameless as pleasure rockets up her spine. There is no need to pretend that this isn't exactly what she wants, not with him.
She sees into his mind and she nods jerkily, chest heaving as she stares at him. That is where I want you, she thinks, because she can't seem to say anything that isn't his name. With me, inside me, always.
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The moment his mouth touches her, she lets out a loud cry and slaps her hand over her mouth. This is what she was thinking about in the shower but her imagination pales in comparison to the real thing. His strong hands slide up the backs of her thighs and she thinks that maybe she should feel some ounce of shame but she doesn't, she can't, because the slick press of Ben's tongue inside of her is all she can bring herself to care about.
Her legs are spread open, all of her most intimate parts on display for him, and there is nothing she wouldn't do in this moment to have more of him. She understands now why the Jedi would have forbade this. She feels like she would tear down mountains just to have him inside of her.
"Ben," she breathes out, pulling her hand away from her face as she looks down at him, toes curling as his dark eyes meet hers. Her hands hook under her own knees so she can hold herself open for him, utterly shameless as pleasure rockets up her spine. There is no need to pretend that this isn't exactly what she wants, not with him.
She sees into his mind and she nods jerkily, chest heaving as she stares at him. That is where I want you, she thinks, because she can't seem to say anything that isn't his name. With me, inside me, always.