They’re still exploring each other, still learning, and it’s their deep mutual trust that even allows her to roam to places unknown. Ben’s body is a map scattered with dark little stars, and Rey wants to chart every single piece of it.
She feels his sudden moment of realization, his soft little oh as if it were her own. Maybe it was a shared moment, both of them learning something new about each other and themselves.
Her eyes are still on his face when the bulb suddenly bursts, and she doesn’t know if it’s the surprise or the burst of power coming from him that makes her gasp, clit throbbing between her legs. She can’t help but to wonder if he’s yet realized that she isn’t wearing any underwear.
The last thing she wants is for him to be embarrassed, so she lets him see her pleased smile, like he’s done something amazing. He has, in her eyes. He’s trusted her with this.
Rey slides down the bed, rocking back onto her haunches as she tosses the sheet aside and pulls down his underwear, leaving them bunched around his calves as in her eagerness to get her hands back on him.
“Spread your legs a little,” she says breathlessly, letting her fingers trail along the thick length of him, along his balls and then back again. This time she presses with more purpose, massaging that smooth spot as his balls rest in her palm.
“I’d come over and do this in person,” she says huskily, leaning down to drag her tongue over the head of his cock. The taste of him is muted, but the bond crackles between them, making her breath hitch. “But you didn’t miss me at all.”
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She feels his sudden moment of realization, his soft little oh as if it were her own. Maybe it was a shared moment, both of them learning something new about each other and themselves.
Her eyes are still on his face when the bulb suddenly bursts, and she doesn’t know if it’s the surprise or the burst of power coming from him that makes her gasp, clit throbbing between her legs. She can’t help but to wonder if he’s yet realized that she isn’t wearing any underwear.
The last thing she wants is for him to be embarrassed, so she lets him see her pleased smile, like he’s done something amazing. He has, in her eyes. He’s trusted her with this.
Rey slides down the bed, rocking back onto her haunches as she tosses the sheet aside and pulls down his underwear, leaving them bunched around his calves as in her eagerness to get her hands back on him.
“Spread your legs a little,” she says breathlessly, letting her fingers trail along the thick length of him, along his balls and then back again. This time she presses with more purpose, massaging that smooth spot as his balls rest in her palm.
“I’d come over and do this in person,” she says huskily, leaning down to drag her tongue over the head of his cock. The taste of him is muted, but the bond crackles between them, making her breath hitch. “But you didn’t miss me at all.”