"I'm not sure I've ever enjoyed anything this much," she says warmly, smiling softly as his large hand explores her body like he's trying to memorize every curve of it, every freckle and every scar. It feels like worship, and she can't tear her gaze away from his face.

Ben moves her where she wants her and in any other activity she might grouse about it, but not with this. He seems to know her body better than she does, and she gasps out in pleasure as he sinks into her just a little harder.

"Maybe so," she admits, smiling coyly at him before rolling him onto his back so she can sit astride his hips. If he knows her body then she knows his, and she clenches around his cock a few times before starting to roll her hips, both hands braced on his broad chest as she stares down at him. "But that just means that we get to do it again, and again."

Her movements speed up a little, and she gasps as she leans down to kiss him again, hair falling down around her face like a curtain as she meets his eyes. Her toes curl with pleasure but she's wholly focused on him and his pleasure now, working him towards an orgasm with a smile on her face. "Because I am never letting you go, Ben Solo."