“That’s alright. We seem to do a fair job of figuring it out as we go,” Rey tells him, thinking of his reaction earlier, when she had touched him between his legs.

The more curious, engineering part of her wants to push him on his back and explore that further, but there will be time for that later. Right now she lays there and revels in the way he touches her body, gentle and reverent, as she trails her fingertips along his forearm.

“That feels good,” she says softly. Rey went so long without any welcomed touch that she had convinced herself that she didn’t need it, didn’t even want it. Ben has shown her how starved she really was for it, and she knows if all they did for the rest of the day was lay here while his hands traveled across her skin, she’d be happy.

“I think yours might be bigger than mine,” she teases warmly as his broad palm covers her breast, reaching over to poke her fingertip into his impressive pectoral muscle and trace the slight curve underneath. She loves how big he is, how solid and warm, and she’ll never tire of being tucked up against him.