Rey's cheeks flush a little and she bites her lip, echoing his chuckle with one of her own. He ducks his head as if he's kneeling before her and while Rey never wanted to rule over anything, she enjoys this private act of worship between the two of them, both of them equal in their adoration.

She watches Ben's mouth barely touch her inner thigh and quirks a brow, playfully unimpressed as she reaches out to put her hand on top of his head, fingers sinking into his inky black hair. A part of her wants to tug his face in between her legs and hold him there, knowing that there's a good chance that he would go along with it, but she doesn't. Instead, she'd rather see how this plays out.

"And here I thought that you'd be unable to keep yourself from ravishing me," she teases, tone fond and self-deprecating all at once. She gives his hair a gentle tug and slides her fingertips down the side of his face until she can cup his chin and lift it a little, feeling her smile widen as she sees the heat in his gaze. "Look at you, steady as ever."