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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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“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.

Shuffling between her legs, Ben gripped Rey's hips, smearing the messy wetness between her legs along the crease of her ass and pressing two fingers back into her, the slide easier than before.

His teeth gritted, his reached down to stroke himself, wheezing out a laugh and deciding, "You're a monster."

He wasn't fully hard when he pressed back into her, but it was a near thing, and the vice clench of her body was more than enough to move his body along.

The declaration makes her let out a breathless laugh, because it feels like so long ago when she said the same thing to him. At the time, she had no idea that they would end up like this, so wholly intertwined, but now she knows that it was inevitable.

Before she can think of a witty retort, Ben’s cock is sliding into her aching cunt while his fingers are still stuffed deep in her ass, and Rey feels like she’s shaking apart from the rush of sensation. Groaning, she drops to her elbows and hangs her head, breathing hard as her body adjusts to him.

“So full,” she murmurs, whimpering as his cock bottoms out and stiffens fully inside of her, adding even more to the pressure, and he hasn’t even moved yet. She almost feels like she could come again just from this, and she works a hand down between her legs to feel how stretched she is around his cock, and then further where she’s also spread around his fingers.

When she closes her eyes and reaches out, she can see what Ben sees, her body stuffed obscenely full, and it only takes a quick swipe of her fingertips over her stiff clit to make her come again, moaning as she trembles and wriggles back against him.

"Kriffing hell," he grunted from behind clenched teeth, his hips snapping forward of their own accord. Gripping her hip steadily, he began thrusting into her in tandem, trembling at the way he could feel the length of his cock through the thin walls of her body.

Forcing himself to stop the instinctive thrust of his hips, he held her still, impaled fully on his cock while he thrust his fingers deeper into her body. Eventually, he pulled his fingers from her entirely, watching the obscene strangeness of her body closing around the loss.

Gripping both hips, he fucked her with long, steady strokes, pulling nearly out of her with each thrust.

"A part of you wanted this, didn't you? To bend me over and fuck me, just like this," he observed, seeing it clearly enough in his mind, the thoughts as much hers as they were his own. It surprised him, if only because it hadn't occurred to him as a possibility, but there was nothing unnatural about it, and it certainly didn't occur to him to think of it as perverse. He was allowed to possess her in this way, and it seemed only fair that she would want the same.

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.

She allowed him to see in her mind, and in turn, he did nothing to hide his desire for her to do whatever she wanted to him. With him. For him. To take whatever she pleased. To give him whatever she was willing.

His hand in her hair, he stilled as she continued to throw herself back against him, nostrils flared as he regained control of his breathing.

"You're so beautiful," he observed, as if the truth of it bewildered him.

Ben throws the bond open and Rey shivers all over, chest heaving with a sharp gasp at what she sees. She’s never been loved like this, or trusted like this. She thinks it would be terrifying if she didn’t feel just the same for him.

It isn’t scary at all. It’s wonderful. It’s home.

For as much as Rey knows that her worth does not lie in her appearance, the compliment still thrills her enough that she lets out a soft moan as she grinds back against him.

After taking a deep breath, she lets him slip from her and then turns around to tackle him down onto his back, wanting desperately to see his face as they do this. He looks half-crazed and in awe of her, and Rey feels like the most powerful person in the world.

“So are you,” she breathes out as she straddles his hips and grips his cock, keeping her eyes locked on his as she presses the head of it where his fingers had been. He’s right in that they’ll need more lubrication, but she can nudge the head just inside. Her eyes widen slightly as she imagines what that stretch will be like, and she lets out a shaky breath as she positions him at her cunt instead, sinking back down onto his cock in swift motion. A loud moan spills out of her and she shudders, clenching down around him as she adjusts to just how deep he is inside of her, how wide he’s splitting her open.

She falls forward and plants her palms against Ben‘s chest, shuddering as she slowly starts to rock her hips.

Landing on his back with a startled ooph, Ben's eyes were wide as she settled over him, his hands moving instinctively to her hips. His mouth dropped open, brow creased, a sharp cry barely stifled as she settled in his lap with his cock seated deep inside of her.

"I'll have to remember to ask for a massage more often," he gasped, planting his heels on the bed and using the leverage to thrust into her.

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“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.

Cursing under his breath, Ben gripped tightly to her hip, his other hand tangling in her hair as he pounded into her, both of them gritting their teeth.

"Only when I beg your permission?" He panted, a playful smile behind his gaze as he met her eyes.

“Yes. I think I would like to hear you beg,” she replies, feeling her lips curl back in a smile as she looks down at him, feeling that smile turn into something open-mouthed and lascivious when he grabs at her hair.

Her hands slide to his shoulders, and then to the bed on either side of his head as she bends over him, whimpering as he slams up into her over and over again, sending waves of pleasure through her body until she’s trembling all over and struggling to hold herself up. She doesn’t want it to end, not just yet, so she pulls off of him and rolls over onto her back, legs spread open wide even as she playfully reaches down to cover her wet cunt with her hand.

“Maybe I want to hear it right now,” she tells him as she lifts her other hand to cup one of her breasts, just to see what he’ll do. There’s a fire in her eyes that says that a part of her wants him to take more than she wants him to beg, and she bites her lip as she grinds her palm down against her clit, moaning softly as she does.

With a groan, Ben pushed himself to sit upright, crawling over her and making room for himself between her spread knees. He didn't touch her, his cock aching and his mouth practically watering as he watched her touch herself.

"What is it I'm begging for?" He asked, resting a broad hand against the inside of her thigh and massaging the trembling muscle firmly.

"To put your cock back inside of me," she replies, as if the answer should be obvious. His hand covers her thigh and she bites her lip as she lifts her head to look between his legs. His cock is so hard, flushed a beautiful shade of pink and shining with her slick in the low light.

She started this little game, but she thinks that maybe she might be the one who ends up begging. His self-control is so much stronger than hers, even in this. Maybe he'll be able to resist her.

"Do you want to come inside of me?" She breathes out, pulling her hand from between her legs so she can cup her breasts instead, toying with one of her nipples with wet fingers as she looks up at his face.

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