Rey could not claim ignorance to the power she wields over Ben Solo. Even before, when he was still so firmly entrenched in darkness, she knew that she had his attention, whether it be good or bad. This is something else entirely. His dark eyes are trained on her with an intensity that makes her shiver, and Rey never wants him to look away.
She sees herself in his mind, crying out in pleasure as he stuffs her full, and the image of it makes her gasp, because she wants it too. There isn’t a single place on her, or inside of her, that she wouldn’t let him touch, and she makes it well known in her thoughts.
He breathes out her name like a prayer, and she whimpers as his fingers press into her. The pads of them catch at her entrance, dragging her open before they slide deeper inside, and her eyes flutter shut at the rush of sensation.
“I want you to,” she breathes out, mirroring the image of her in her own mind, spread out while Ben makes himself at home between her legs, spreading her open on his fingers and working her with his tongue. Rising up onto her knees, she takes Ben’s cock in hand, curling over him as she nudges the thick head against her entrance. One of his fingers is still there, curled into her almost possessively, but she can’t wait any longer. She sinks down onto him anyway and cries out at the stretch, burying her face against his neck as she settles down fully into his lap, so full she can barely breathe. “I want you to make a mess of me. The way you make me feel, Ben, I— I have never wanted anything as much as I want you.”
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She sees herself in his mind, crying out in pleasure as he stuffs her full, and the image of it makes her gasp, because she wants it too. There isn’t a single place on her, or inside of her, that she wouldn’t let him touch, and she makes it well known in her thoughts.
He breathes out her name like a prayer, and she whimpers as his fingers press into her. The pads of them catch at her entrance, dragging her open before they slide deeper inside, and her eyes flutter shut at the rush of sensation.
“I want you to,” she breathes out, mirroring the image of her in her own mind, spread out while Ben makes himself at home between her legs, spreading her open on his fingers and working her with his tongue. Rising up onto her knees, she takes Ben’s cock in hand, curling over him as she nudges the thick head against her entrance. One of his fingers is still there, curled into her almost possessively, but she can’t wait any longer. She sinks down onto him anyway and cries out at the stretch, burying her face against his neck as she settles down fully into his lap, so full she can barely breathe. “I want you to make a mess of me. The way you make me feel, Ben, I— I have never wanted anything as much as I want you.”