“I see,” Rey replies, breathing it out across the head of his cock before digging the tip of her tongue underneath the foreskin just to see if she can. Perhaps he really didn’t miss her, because her presence in his mind was enough. Or, more likely, he’s just being contrary.

Her fingers press in harder, slipping lower to catch on the tight, puckered ring of muscle there, prodding curiously because there is no part of him that she doesn’t want to know. The look on his face intrigues her, and circles her fingertip around it before pulling her hand away entirely.

If he wants to be contrary, she can be a tease.

Rey lifts herself up onto her knees and straddles Ben’s broad chest, shimmying forward a bit until she is inches from his chin. With a hand on her belly, she drags the dark fabric of her shirt up to reveal her bare cunt to both of them. Her body hair has always been sparse, perhaps due to developing in such a hot climate, and she has the striking thought that her cunt is almost... pretty.

Rey never gave much thought to her femininity before. It was more important to be strong and quick and it didn’t matter if she had soft hair or full breasts. Ben has taught her to look at her body in different ways, and now she takes in her plump labia and the soft, pink folds within, practically glistening in the morning light, she feels almost delicate, even as she pins Ben’s arms to the bed with the tops of her feet so he can’t touch her.

Instead she touches herself, letting her thin fingers trail along her slit, spreading the wetness there.

“That’s really too bad,” she breathes out, shuddering on top of him as she sits up to pull the shirt over her head, breasts jiggling as she tosses it aside.