He lifts her up as if she weighs nothing and Rey has never felt delicate, not once in her life, and she isn’t sure that delicate is how she feels now, either. Ben carries her and she clings to him, heart expanding in her chest at the sound of his laughter and the way it feels against her skin.
She doesn’t feel delicate as he carries her. More like safe. Happy.
Her mouth finds the curve of his cheekbone just as he tosses her onto the bed and she laughs as she bounces, sliding her hands along the soft sheets as her thighs fall open. She expects him to slide his cock back into her, to spill deep inside of her, but instead she gets his thick fingers pressing her open with barely any warning at all.
Ben Solo has many, many talents. He’s good at all sorts of useful, important things that under normal circumstances would be ranked much higher, but right now Rey thinks that this is what he’s best at. His hands are a gift, and he has put them to good use.
Her hand flies to his hair as he fucks her with his hand, thrusting his fingers in hard enough to make her hips jolt, and the sound that tears out of her mouth when he crooks his fingers so expertly is unrecognizable. Another orgasm tears through her and she cries out his name, arching her back as her body tries to curl in on itself, but Ben doesn’t let it.
It’s almost too much. Almost, but not enough to stop. There are tears in her eyes but they aren’t from sadness or pain. They’re from something she can’t quite seem to put a name to, but it stems from the trust she has in him. She is panting a shaking, squirming as she digs her fingers into his hair, but she doesn’t want to stop. She trusts him to help her find the limits of what her body can do, and she cries out his name as she pushes all of this at him.
Not just the pleasure, but also the trust she feels. Radiant happiness that still feels new and unfamiliar where it sits just under her rib cage. She lets him feel it all, and hopes it makes up for how she has her fingers twisted in his hair.
“You’ll have to tend to me tomorrow,” she gasps out, finally loosening her fingers from her hair enough to curl them behind his ear instead. “When I can no longer walk.”
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She doesn’t feel delicate as he carries her. More like safe. Happy.
Her mouth finds the curve of his cheekbone just as he tosses her onto the bed and she laughs as she bounces, sliding her hands along the soft sheets as her thighs fall open. She expects him to slide his cock back into her, to spill deep inside of her, but instead she gets his thick fingers pressing her open with barely any warning at all.
Ben Solo has many, many talents. He’s good at all sorts of useful, important things that under normal circumstances would be ranked much higher, but right now Rey thinks that this is what he’s best at. His hands are a gift, and he has put them to good use.
Her hand flies to his hair as he fucks her with his hand, thrusting his fingers in hard enough to make her hips jolt, and the sound that tears out of her mouth when he crooks his fingers so expertly is unrecognizable. Another orgasm tears through her and she cries out his name, arching her back as her body tries to curl in on itself, but Ben doesn’t let it.
It’s almost too much. Almost, but not enough to stop. There are tears in her eyes but they aren’t from sadness or pain. They’re from something she can’t quite seem to put a name to, but it stems from the trust she has in him. She is panting a shaking, squirming as she digs her fingers into his hair, but she doesn’t want to stop. She trusts him to help her find the limits of what her body can do, and she cries out his name as she pushes all of this at him.
Not just the pleasure, but also the trust she feels. Radiant happiness that still feels new and unfamiliar where it sits just under her rib cage. She lets him feel it all, and hopes it makes up for how she has her fingers twisted in his hair.
“You’ll have to tend to me tomorrow,” she gasps out, finally loosening her fingers from her hair enough to curl them behind his ear instead. “When I can no longer walk.”