The onslaught of pleasure makes Rey fall silent aside from the sharp gasps that fall from her mouth. She clutches the bedding in her fists and whimpers as Ben's fingers slide out of her body. She doesn't have much time to mourn the loss before Ben grips her hips and fucks her hard, effortlessly finding that spot deep inside of her that makes her quake.

When he speaks, Rey groans lowly and nods jerkily, pressing up onto her hands again as she looks over her shoulder at him. He looks almost wild, with sweat on his forehead and bitten-red lips, and she rocks back against him hard enough that their bodies meet with an obscene slap.

"Yes," she admits in a ragged voice, looking at his face with dark eyes. She wants to know what it feels like to bend him over and hold him there with a hand on the back of his neck, pounding into him from behind. More than that, she wants him to know what that feels like, how freeing it can be.

Like this, Rey feels like she can just let go. Nothing matters in these moments aside from their pleasure. There is nothing to worry about, nothing to fear, nothing to plan. There is this and only this, their intense feedback loop of sensation that overtakes every other emotion, leaving only something primal and raw.