strongerthanblood | [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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"Are you?" He said, amusement bright in his eyes as he touched her slowly, meticulously, shuffling into the space between her spread knees with a smile.

"Perhaps we could take care of both," he suggested, the head of his cock nudging against her, teasing them both.

“Perhaps,” she breathes out distractedly, letting out an embarrassing squeak when the thick head of his cock nudges up against her swollen clit. And then it dips lower, teasing against her entrance, and she is once again enraptured by the sheer size him. All of him, from his wide chest and muscular arms, his thick thighs and large fingers curled around a beautiful cock.

It’s the only one she’s ever really seen, of course, but she has no doubts that it’s the best one in whole galaxy. And it’s hers.

“Are you trying to make me beg, now?” She breathes out, biting her bottom lip as she rocks her hips enticingly. “Or should I be offended by your steady self-control?”

"Steady?" He laughed breathlessly, holding himself steady as he rubbed the head of his cock between the slick lips of her cunt, teeth clenching as he watched a bead of precome spurt obscenely across her clit.

With a wordless grunt, he lined himself up and pressed into her, only the head at first, then slowly bottoming out, inch by inch.

Seated with her hips cradled against his own, he circled her clit with his thumb, feeling her clench around his length.

Rey tries to keep her head up to watch as Ben's cock sinks into her, but the pleasure is so immediately overwhelming that her eyes roll back and her head falls to the pillow. She already feels like she's at the apex of it again, and she wonders how it's possible to be able to feel so good that she's completely unaware of anything that isn't this.

"Ben," she gasps out, hooking one leg over his thigh as her hands find his shoulders and dig in. The touch to her clit makes her cry out and she squirms shamelessly on his cock to try and urge him into moving, moving one hand to slide her fingers into the hair at the nape of his neck and grab hold. "Stars, Ben, please."

"Keep touching yourself," he murmured, sounding a bit more like a plea than a command. His hands shifted to her hips, lifting them off the bed and gripping them tight as he began to move within her, deep strokes angled just right.

Never having been good with words, he had no way to tell her just how radiant she was. She would know how he felt, without him having to speak a word, but he still found himself wishing for a way to tell her.

Ben grabs her hips in his big hands, lifting her as if she weighs nothing, and Rey lets out a loud cry as he thrusts into her so deeply. She is unable to deny him anything, when now when she feels sloppy and uncoordinated, so she moves one hand down between her legs while her other cups her breast, thumbing at her tight nipple.

With a whimper, she touches where he’s stretching her so much, letting her fingertips skirt along his shaft as he withdraws and plunges into her again and again, until her legs shake with it.

Rey looks up at Ben’s face and she feels beautiful. She knows that most of it is coming from him and she sucks in a breath, tensing as she slides her fingers up to rub at her clit, because he wants her to. At the same moment, Ben’s cock strikes that marvelous spot deep inside of her, and Rey’s orgasm tears through her with a force that leaves her crying out, tensing as she clenches down hard around his cock. “Kriff, Ben.”

He would have liked to continue this. To stave off his own orgasm. To see just how long they could keep this up. But they were already approaching exhaustion. He could feel it, in himself and in her, and there would be a fine line between a pleasant ache tomorrow and nursing deeper bruises.

Gasping, he braced himself over her, shifting his grip on her hip as he held her against him, his own hips stuttering for a few moments more before he came with a strangled cry of her name.

Ben drags her forward and it's that, along with the feedback echo of his orgasm, that drags Rey over the edge. She comes with a harsh cry, digging her nails into his biceps as she arches her body, trembling with the force of it.

Eventually Rey collapses to the bed and drags him down with her, curling her arms around him as she trembles through the aftershocks and sucks in deep lungfuls of air.

"It can't be like this for everyone, right?" She asks breathlessly, once she can form words again. Chuckling softly, she pulls back to give him a tired, but very fond look.

Breathing heavily into the curve of her neck, Ben shifted his weight, careful not to crush her while still keeping her as close as possible.

"I can't imagine that it is," he admitted, breathing out a soft laugh as he rolled them both onto their sides, his hand brushing her damp hair away from her face.

[for ben]

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