“You get massages when I want to give them,” Rey pants out, even though they both know that she would have a hard time denying him anything these days.

He thrusts up into her hard and she lets out a sharp gasp as she bounces in his lap. He’s so deep inside of her, filling up every empty bit of space, and she digs her nails into the pale skin of his chest as she starts to work herself up and down, feeling her thighs burn as she bottoms out over and over again, hearing nothing but her harsh breaths and the obscene slap of their bodies meeting.

She’ll be sore later, but she doesn’t mind. Right now she wants this, hard and deep and overwhelming. Her thighs shake and she digs her palms into Ben’s chest, whimpering as she looks down at his face, riding him like she’s chasing an itch she can’t quite scratch.