"Well, in that case." Rey buries her grin in his hair as he carries her, bow-legged and stumbling, toward the bedroom. His cock slipping out of her is an inevitable loss, but soon enough she's on her back and he's sliding back into her hard enough to enough to have her gasping.

Ben looms over her and Rey can see nothing but him, struck by his bright eyes and wide, easy smile. He only smiles like that for her, and she doesn't even think he knows what it does to her, seeing him like that. Happy.

"I want to tell you how good you are at this," she pants out, arching her back up as she reaches back to rest her arms over her head. Her breast fits neatly into his palm and she whimpers at the added burst of pleasure, unable to help the way it makes her tighten around his cock. "But I know it'll just go to your head."