“You think you can make me beg?” She had intended to keep up their banter, but her voice trembles and her breath hitches at the first touch of his fingers. In this, she cannot pretend to be unaffected.

Rey pushes herself up onto her hands so she can watch, knees bending as she lets her thighs fall open. The most intimate moments of her life have all been shared with him, and this is no different. His dark hair spills across the pale inside of her thigh, a place untouched by the sun, and she lets out a soft gasp as his fingers dip into her folds and come away shiny and wet.

“I think about this all the time,” she admits breathlessly, staring down at him as her belly tenses. “Maybe I shouldn’t, but I do. Your mouth—“ A flush runs down to her breasts, and she puts her hand in his hair as she resists the urge to use that hold to drag him where she wants him.