strongerthanblood | [for ben]

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[for ben]

After Rey has come home from working on her bike, showered, and fed herself, she ends up being terribly bored. It's a little late but not that late, and she isn't really all that tired, so she does what she always does when she's bored and lonely. She opens the bond.

With a blink, she's standing in Ben's bedroom. He's sprawled on his back in nothing but his underwear with a book on his chest, fast asleep, and Rey's heart nearly bursts with fondness. He looks so peaceful when he sleeps, and she knows that she should probably let him rest, but she finds herself moving closer to the bed.

If she misses him, surely he misses her back, right? He'd probably be pleased to see her, even if it means being woken up.

At least she can make sure that it's a pleasant awakening.

Carefully, she plucks the book from his chest saves his place with the bookmark on his nightstand. After setting the book down, she crawls onto the bed and straddles his waist, leaning over him to press a few soft kisses to his face. One to his cheek, another to his brow, and one to the corner of his mouth.

"Ben," she whispers, grinning as she feels him start to stir. She kisses the tip of his nose and slides her hand down his flank, tucking her fingertips into the waistband of his underwear. "Ben, wake up. I'm bored."

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"I see that," Rey hums out, rolling her eyes in fond amusement at his tone. She isn't sure why he bothers trying to feign being unaffected with her when she can see inside of his head, but she won't call him on it.

Once she's done with his neck, she spends time on his shoulders working out a knot under the shoulder blade on his dominant side. And then she moves lower, massaging along his spine as she wriggles back to sit on his thighs. She isn't even sure how much time passes, because she is wholly focused on this, on him, and how good it feels to have him underneath her like this, relaxed and pliant.

After spending some time on his lower back, she bites back a smile as she hooks her fingers in the waistband of his underwear and rises up onto her knees so she can work them down to his thighs. She rubs some more lotion between her palms and then shamelessly grips his ass, one cheek in each hand as she smiles up at the back of his shaggy head.

"You really are tense all over."

"Am I?" He mumbled flippantly, shifting his head and cracking one eye open. Without twisting around, he could see only the shape of her, but he could feel her warmth and her playfully smug amusement all the same.

"I didn't realize this was going to be that kind of massage," he teased, one corner of his mouth twitching faintly.

“Sounds a little like wishful thinking on your part,” she teases as she slides her palms along his rounded backside. Her thumbs brush along the cleft as she slides her hands down to the backs of his thighs.

She rises up onto her knees to rub at his tight hamstrings as she looks up at the shadowy spot between his legs. Still, she’s committed to the massage, so she works out a knot in his calf and goes all the way down to his giant feet.

Once she’s done, she kneels over him and slides her hands up the backs of his thighs, letting her thumbs glide along the insides of them until they meet just behind the swell of his balls. She presses her thumbs into the smooth bit of skin, and looks up to gauge his reaction.

“But now that you mention it,” she begins, rubbing small, deliberate circles as she bites her lip. “There was something I wanted to try.”

Despite knowing her, completely, there were moments like these when she managed to surprise him. He jolted visibly, but when he spoke, his voice was calm.

Mostly.

"Are you really going to pretend like this wasn't your idea all along?" He asked, amused, through clenched teeth. Despite the utter relaxation of the moment prior, he was once again gripped by tension. This time, however, it was wholeheartedly welcomed.

Rey curls her hands around his hips with plans to try and roll him over, but his comment makes her pause. He sounds amused, but there is still a slight furrow to her brow as she rolls back onto her haunches, letting her fingertips glide down the backs of his thighs.

“I just wanted to touch you,” she tells him, because the idea of him thinking that she tricked him into something doesn’t quite sit well with her, even if he is joking. “We can just relax, if you’d like.”

Frowning, Ben turned his head and cracked open an eye, looking at her as best he could.

"Did I seem uninterested?" He asked, brow arched pointedly. While she couldn't see it, she had to have known that he was already half-hard and struggling not to press his cock harder against the mattress.

“I suppose not,” Rey says with a smile, letting herself shrug off the brief moment of insecurity. They happen sometimes, and she’s sure that they always will, but she’s getting better, she thinks. Better all the time.

“Turn over,” she tells him, tugging at his hip until he rolls over onto his back. Seeing his naked body doesn’t make her blush anymore, but it still takes her breath away sometimes. How could it not?

Her gaze travels over his chest and down the line of his belly until she reaches his cock. The sight of it sends a little jolt between her legs, but she can ignore it. She wants to focus on him.

“Only half-interested, it seems.” She gives him a teasing smile and then crawls between his legs on all fours, trying to look sexy but probably leaning more towards ridiculous. His cock seems to twitch as she draws nearer, so maybe not entirely off the mark.

Her hand curls around the thick length of him, and she gives him a few lazy strokes, feeling him stiffen against her palm as she leans down to take him into her mouth, swirling her tongue around the head as she looks up at his face.

"I'm fully interested, I assure you," he said, his tone full of mirth as he shifted over onto his back, propping himself up on his elbows to watch her.

It was no secret that he enjoyed seeing her like this, curious and determined, perhaps a bit awkward but no less sincere in her desire for him. Lifting a hand to her face, he thumbed at the corner of her mouth, his affection for her startling, even now.

The touch of his hand makes her shiver pleasantly, and she looks up at him with hooded eyes as she slowly starts to bob her head. This is about him, but she always likes to be touched by him, especially when he touches her with such reverence.

Once she gets into a good rhythm, she lets her hand drift down to his balls, cupping them in her hand and tracing the seam with her thumb. And then she slides her hand lower, to the spot behind that’s still slick with lotion, and presses against it for a moment before letting her finger slide further back, to the tight clench of muscle there.

Tell me if you don’t like it, she sends to him, happy to be able to talk with her mouth full. Her belly flutters with nerves, but she knows that the worst case scenario is him telling her that he doesn’t like it, and they’ll have learned something about each other.

Best case, well. Hopefully they’re about to find out.

Rey breathes in through her nose and takes him deeper into her mouth, letting the head of his cock nudge the back of her throat at the same moment that she eases her finger inside of him, crooking upward to find the spot she’s only read about.

For a moment, Ben undeniably tensed, his eyes wide, though it was more from surprise than discomfort. Rey looked at him, hesitant and expectant, and he knew he needed to say something, but his mouth worked silently, a strangled groan overtaking his ability to speak.

His cock jolted, and perhaps that was all the answer she needed.

Rey lets Ben slip from her mouth to better gauge his reaction, watching as his surprised expression shifts into something else, something that tells her that she doesn’t need to worry.

He groans and she smiles, bracing one hand on his thigh as she starts to work her finger in and out, much in the same way that he does this to her. Having his fingers inside of her makes Rey feel especially wild. She likes it best when she’s sprawled across his lap and looking up at his face while he works her cunt like he spent his whole life studying how, like nothing in the universe matters aside from her and her pleasure. She wants him to feel like that, too.

She swallows hard and slowly adds another finger, lips parting on an exhale as she feels the stretch of him around her. It makes her nipples tighten, oversensitive where the thin fabric of her tank top rubs against them.

She fingers him slowly, an easy glide in and out, and she stares at his face as she finds the spot that made his cock twitch. It happens again, and a wet spot forms at the front of her panties as she rubs at it insistently just to watch him react.

Rey had thought that he would enjoy this. She didn’t anticipate just how much she would like it, too.

She had always been in him, surrounding him, working her way into his mind and under his skin. This felt like simply enough extension of that closeness. She could touch him however she pleased. His body was as much hers as it was his own.

Swallowing thickly, he murmured, "Take those off," as he watched her rub at the front of her panties.

“If I do that, I’ll want you inside me and I’m not done yet,” she tells him as she presses her fingers as deeply as she can manage. She does pull her tank top off one handed, letting the scrap of fabric hang off of her arm so he can look at her breasts if he’d like, watch them jiggle as she works her fingers inside of his body.

“I want to make you come,” she tells him in a low voice, eyes bright as she watches him. Having him like this makes her feel powerful in a way, like she could do anything. He commanded armies. He was one of the most powerful beings in the universe and she gets to have him like this, spread out before her and only her.

It’s a heady feeling, and she gives him an open-mouthed grin as she wraps her other hand around his cock, stroking in time with the deep, purposeful press of her fingers.

"You keep at it, you're not going to have any trouble," he said through gritted teeth, the muscles in his belly contracting, his hips rocking instinctively as his cock leaked steadily in her grip.

Unusually clumsy, he reached up to squeeze at one of her breasts, his calloused thumb brushing over the tight bud of her nipple.

His pleasure had built to something mindless and unfamiliar, and when he came, it seemed to go on and on, milked from him in a similar way to the feedback loop of their shared orgasms. He cried out roughly, and while he wasn't prepared for her methods, he was a lot less tense than when he'd walked in through the door.

Rey can feel the pleasure that she’s giving him, and it’s enough to have her breathing hard, panties soaked through just from the echo of it. The scrape of his thumb across her nipple makes her gasp, thighs clenching where she’s bent over him.

When he comes, her eyes widen and her hips jerk at the sudden sensation throughout her own body. It makes her feel warm all over, shivering pleasantly as her cunt pulses between her legs.

She works him through it gently and then slides her fingers out of him, wiping them on the edge of the sheet as she leans down to drag her tongue across the head of his cock, cleaning away a stray drop of come before lifting her head to grin at him.

She feels proud to have made him feel so good, more happy than smug, and she beams up at him as she straddles his waist and sits down on his thighs, waiting for him to speak.

Drawing in a breath, his hands settling heavily on her hips, he opened his mouth and spoke a very eloquent, "Hggnh."

He could feel her own pleasure, as well as his own, and wanted desperately to be inside of her, despite his rapidly softening cock.

Blinking, he pushed himself upright, murmuring, "Come here," as he drew her in by the hips. He urged her to press against him, to drag the damp crease of her cunt, covered by the thin cotton of her panties, along the line of his cock. Catching her mouth in his own, he rutted against her, oversensitive and still a good quarter hour from another erection, but it didn't matter.

Seeing him so undone makes Rey swell with pride, and she grins down at him as his hands curl around her hips. He tugs her forward and she almost protests, wanting to tell him that she doesn't need anything in return and he can just relax, but the protest dies as soon as he kisses her.

It's a good kiss. They're all good kisses, but this one in particular makes her groan into his mouth. He tugs her hips forward, putting her where he wants her, and that along with how his cock presses up between her legs makes her breath hitch.

She puts her hands on his shoulders and rolls her hips with purpose, feeling his cock drag along the crease of her labia and over her clit. As much as she wants something inside of her, this is good, too. She kind of likes the tease of it, waiting to see what he'll do next.

"You could do that to me sometime, if you want," she pants against his mouth, whimpering a little as her clit throbs. She may be missing the particular organ that made it feel so good for him, but she's still curious to know what it might feel like. Her research showed her that plenty of women enjoy it, and she doesn't want there to be any part of her that he hasn't touched. "Maybe your cock would even fit if you used your fingers first."

It had never occurred to him, really, but at the suggestion, he was overwhelmed with a surge of primal need, his spent cock giving another weak lurch beneath her weight. He let out a low, almost pained groan, followed by a soft huff of laughter.

"I'm beginning to think that you're still trying to kill me," he admitted, gripping her ass and grinding her hips against his own, his mouth slack as he panted against her lips.

He tucked his hand into the back of her panties and let his fingertips slide along the crease of her ass, pressing briefly against the tight whorl of muscle there, before sliding lower. Her cunt was slick and swollen, and he was able to slide two fingers into her from behind with no resistance. The angle meant that he wasn't able to get them in very deep, but he thrust the tips of them into her rhythmically as she rutted against him. The elastic of her panties stretched, threads straining and tearing.

He rolled them both, suddenly, crawling between her legs as she spilled over onto her back, hands gripping the elastic of her underwear and tugging them down around her thighs.

"Mm, maybe a little," she teases, gasping softly as he grabs at her ass. She kind of likes it when he does that, grabbing at her and moving her where he wants her. No one else could even touch her, let alone tug her around, but Ben isn't just anyone. She trusts him with everything she has, and maybe that's why she likes it. She knows that she's safe, and she can just let herself feel good. He would never hurt her. "But I'll always bring you back."

At the press of his thick finger between her cheeks, she thinks for a moment that he might push it inside. Her belly flutters with nerves, but she finds herself slightly disappointed when he moves away.

It's a very brief disappointment, because he's pushing his fingers inside of her and Rey lets out a low groan because it feels like relief, like an itch being scratched. Only she wants more, wants them deeper, and she lets out a frustrated whimper as she wriggles in his lap.

Once she's on her back, she kicks off her underwear and spreads her legs for him without any hesitation, offering herself up as she bends her knees. Maybe it's a bit shameless, but she doesn't mind. There isn't any use hiding how hungry she is, because he can feel her pulsing need. He can feel all of it, and she stares at him as she lays back and cups her breasts in her hands, thumbing at her stiff nipples as her cunt clenches greedily around nothing. "Ben."

"Shh," he murmured, a faint smirk curving his lips. He pressed her knees wider, sliding his fingers back into her just to feel the clench of her body around them. She was dripping wet, and when he pulled his fingers from her again, they were slicked all the way to his palm. He worked one of those slick fingers lower, rubbing at that clench of muscle again, feeling the way she tensed and relaxed as he massaged the pad of his fingertip against her.

He bent to bury his face between her legs just as he pressed his finger into her past the first knuckle, his tongue sliding between her click folds and circling her clit.

Ben's thick fingers press into her and Rey relaxes a little, soothed by the way they fill her. When they slip out, she doesn't complain because she can feel his intent. A slight shiver rolls through her at the new sensation, and she gasps softly as he presses in.

It's tight and a bit uncomfortable at first, but not painful. Her body makes room for him like it always does, and she lets out a soft hum at the pleasing fullness. Then Ben lowers his mouth to her, licking at her sopping wet cunt, and for the first time in her life, Rey thinks she knows what it's like to feel truly decadent.

She murmurs his name again and throws one arm over her head as she reaches down with the other to tangle her fingers in Ben's hair, holding on as her hips twitch slightly at the attention to her clitoris. She already feels so close and she doesn't even bother trying to stop it, because she knows it will be the first of many. Ben will see to that.

This is heavenly, and Rey knows that she could happily lay here all night and let Ben do anything he pleased to her, anything at all.

I am yours entirely, she tells him, whimpering softly as she rocks her hips to urge him deeper.

She bared down on him as he lapped at her, easing the way for him to press into her further, until his palm was seated against her ass.

He rocked into her slowly, twisting his wrist and pressing his thumb into her cunt, filling her up as much as he was able. His cock was still mostly soft, but he ached to be inside of her, to feel the tight clench of her body around him.

“Oh,” she breathes out, gasping as learns what it feels like to have him inside of two places at once. She wonders if maybe this is filthy, but just as quickly dismisses the thought, because she doesn’t care if it is.

She likes it, and if he likes doing it, that’s all that matters.

His tongue presses in alongside his thumb and his nose nudges up against her clit, and Rey can’t help it. She cries out sharply as she comes, quivering as she grips at his hair and rocks against him.

“Don’t stop,” she gasps out, arching her back a little as she lets out a low, drawn out moan. She wants his cock so badly, wherever he wants to put it, but she can be patient.

She knows that Ben will give her what she needs.

Sitting back on his haunches to watch her, he carefully slid his thumb from the spasming channel of her cunt, pressing it instead against her clit.

He circled it slowly, watching her body shiver and pulse, as he carefully slid another finger into her ass. He considered working her open until he could get himself hard again, replacing the thick press of his fingers with the thicker girth of his cock, however...

"I don't think we should do this without more lubricant," he observed, "We can try it another time."

There was too much risk of hurting her, no matter how careful they might have been. Instead, he kept his fingers there, sliding them in and out, using the slick of her body to ease the way. She was so wet, her cunt gaping and drooling incessantly, and he watched with his unique blend of unbridled lust and clinical curiosity.

Two of his long fingers press into her and it isn’t the same blissful pleasure of having them in her cunt, but something entirely new. It’s a quieter sort of pleasure, a pleasing fullness and pressure that makes her hum as she rocks lazily back against him. She likes it more than she thought she would, and she wants to know what his cock would feel like there, adding even more to that fullness, but she doesn’t argue his thoughtful assessment.

There will be more time. They have all the time in the world.

His thumb presses against her swollen clit and she whimpers, clenching down around nothing and spasming with need. She can’t help but to wonder what it would feel like to have his cock and his fingers inside of her at the same time, taking up so much space inside of her. The thought makes her shiver, and she pulls away from him enough that his fingers slide free and she can roll over onto her belly, clumsily pressing up onto her hands and knees to offer herself up at a new angle.

“Put them back,” she breathes out, arching her ass up in open invitation as she spreads her knees a little, biting her lip as her cunt clenches again, sending a bead of wetness rolling down the inside of her thigh, glistening in the low light.

“Are you hard again yet?” She asks, her tone is lazy and challenging all at once as she looks over her shoulder and smiles, wriggling her hips enticingly as she does.

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