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His hand drifting up her side gains another smile from her as it tickles faintly, and she bites her lip before kissing him again. She knows sometimes when his thoughts drift to her, she can feel it in the back of her mind. Sometimes she wonders why their connection didn't open up, but maybe it was because there was so much harmony between them when they were together.

"You're distracting, too," she replies after a moment, pressing her forehead against his.

It was a strange thing to feel affection for another person. He knew that he would do whatever he could to make her happy and to be able to have these quiet moments together. That love only made him desire her more.

"I used to think that made me weak. Now, I think I know differently." This great love between them made him far from weak. She made him stronger than he'd ever been. She wasn't afraid of him or using him for his power. She loved him for who he was, the still moments like these and whatever ugliness he possessed in between.

He sighs contentedly when her forehead touches his, his hands moving down her sides again so he can adjust them in bed, with him sliding a leg over hers to move on top of her. His hands caress her skin, moving from her sides to her legs and back up again. Their exchange of body heat made him feel as content as a lothcat and he never tired of touching her. Kissing was another of his favorite pleasures all on its own.

Already that desire to make love again stirred in the pit of his stomach. It brought them closer than they were now and he craved that, wishing that the two of them could just melt into one another until neither knew where the other started or ended.

"The Jedi had that wrong, didn't they? Love makes us stronger, want to fight harder for each other," it was a strange thought, but she knows it's true. Obi-Wan had never rebuked their affection for one-another, so she's sure that more than a few Jedi must have felt the same. She has felt so much stronger with him at her side than she ever did alone, though.

She smiles as he rolls them so she's on her back, him on top of her as he caresses her sides. Her desire for him is easy to rekindle, because it seems like it's always there just bubbling beneath the surface. She never knew she could want another person so much. Her own hands she slides into his still damp hair, combing through the messy strands and messing them up even more.

"They were wrong about a lot of things, but then so were the Sith. Snoke as well." He had it drilled in his head over and over to cast out his weaknesses, but he had never been able to let go completely of the things that pulled him to the Light.

His hands move down to her legs, that bubbling arousal rekindled as he touches her between them. It didn't take long for him to move her the way he wanted her and he sunk into her warmth again, always slow and careful at first. It was as if each time he was afraid that he could hurt her. He had spent years of his life being a violent monster. The last thing he wanted was to be that person with her.

"I love you," he whispers, his forehead pressed to hers. Her hands exploring his hair stir him on as he rolls his hips into hers.

Rey was about to say something about bringing up Snoke in the bedroom, but he chases the thought away with a touch, and she sighs as he slides into her. She bites her lip as she wraps her legs around his waist, heat flooding her abdomen. She's heard people who complain about their significant others, older couples sick of one-another, but she can't imagine that ever being them. She can't imagine ever being sick of him, and the way he makes her feel. Especially in moments like this, she feels complete in ways she won't ever fully be able to articulate.

"I love you, too," she replies, humming her approval and arching up into him as he rolls his hips into hers, her fingers tightening in his hair.

It was honestly a blessing to him that they weren't like other couples. Yes they had disagreements but they never misunderstood where the other was coming from. Their connection afforded them a closeness and an alignment that no one else had.

Her legs around his waist brought him close to her and he didn't waste it. His eyes closed as his hips rolled back and forth against hers in steady thrusts. He wanted to take his time and yet that impatient streak battled to win out. He was always impatient by nature but there were times like this where he wanted to be still and slow and savor the moment.

She was warm to the touch and the way she rolled her hips against his made him groan as she tightened her hold on his hair. His hand reaches for the headboard to give him something to channel the pent up energy as his hips drive her into the mattress. He could still feel stickiness from earlier but found it only made the slide inside of her easier. Not only that but he liked imagining her full of him, unable to get him completely out.

"Yes. So good..." He didn't even realize he had spoken aloud, caught up in the moment as he is. He felt almost uncaged, being able to set the pace as he wanted. If he decided to flip her over in the bed and fuck her from behind, he knew he could do that too. She liked having sex with him as much as he did with her.

Her eyes stayed open, focused on his face as he drove into her, each movement stoking the fire in her veins higher. Her breathing came out in uneven bursts and the sounds she made weren't entirely for his benefit this time, more wild and unbidden. The thoughts in his mind somehow arouse her too, from the thought of never being able to get him out of her, to his uncaged animal desires. She did enjoy this as much as he did, like in so many aspects of their relationship, there is balance in the depraved parts too.

Lifting her chin she brushes her lips against his, her hips continuing to rise to meet his in steady, noisy rhythm. Her grip on him shifts, one arm wrapped across the back of his shoulders, holding her closer to him, giving her a little more angle to press her body to his. She sucks on his bottom lip, little hitching gasps escaping her as each press of his cock sends tiny waves of pleasure arching through her body.

"I love the feel of you inside me," she murmurs in response to his nonsensical commenting, almost as lost in the moment as he.

He didn't often voice some of the more depraved thoughts he had, worried about being looked at differently by her. There were other moments where he wished he could drag her down into the dark with him and keep her there. At the same time he was drawn to her light like a moth to a flame. He had tried to fight against it but found it easier to let it in. Their shadows balanced out within it.

His nails dig into the headboard, leaving marks, as he drives himself into her sweet cunt. He liked the little sounds she made and the way she indulged his nonsense words. Her own just stroked his ego further. She was his and he was hers, darkness and light come together in perfect balance. He never wanted for anyone or anything else again.

"Kriff, you're so good." He gasped against her mouth as she wrapped her arms around him, pulling the two of them close enough to kiss. Letting go of the headboard, his hands cradle her face for him to kiss her mouth. They were undoubtedly becoming a sweaty, sticky, mess again. If he could have fucked her in the tub properly he would have.

For now he contented himself to remain in their disheveled state, watching her face and the way her breasts bounced lightly when he fucked her into their bed. He wanted to make good on that joking promise to make her come five times - or more. He wanted to watch it happen each time.

There's some added intimacy to him cradling her head, for reasons entirely her own. She wouldn't trust most people to touch her face the way she let him. The head is something meant to be protected in battle, and she'd grown up constantly on the edge of battle. Giving him so much control over her body, willingly, it's a large act of trust for her.

But it's trust he's earned. She stares up at him, her lips parted as she exhales in short breathy huffs, pupils blown wide in arousal. She can feel the precipice, so close that impatience to get off makes her squeeze her legs a little tighter around him, as if she could some how push him deeper than he already was.

"Ben," she moans his name, almost pleading.

His eyes were almost black, darkening in his arousal. He lets out a grunt as the two of them rut frantically with one another. He palms at her breast for the sake of having that physical connection. He wanted - needed - to feel her climax for him.

"I want you to come," he gasps, the muscles in his stomach tightening as he feels her legs wrap tighter, "please come for me." His own breathing was erratic. He was as close as she was, rebelling against it until he could feel her walls tighten on his cock as she came. His thumbs trace the shape of her cheek bones and draw back to her ears.

He could feel glimpses of the trust she had in him, the intimacy they both felt in this moment, and it made his heart swell in his chest with the emotions it caused. She trusted him with her - body and spirit - and it was more than he deserved. The feelings passing between them broke his focus for just a moment but he finds it again, blinking through eyes that burned unbidden with moisture.

His hand on her breast adds another point of contact, egging her on a little more, adding to the arousing ache thrumming through her body like a tightened wire. She wants to laugh as he tells her what he wants, begs her, but she can't because it's impossibly hot.

The conflicting emotions roiling inside him somehow just overwhelm her all the more and she presses her forehead against his, her breath hitching as he overwhelms her and she comes with a cry, every muscle in her body tensing and releasing as she tips over the edge, each breath as the euphoria washes over her accompanied with a softer moan, like there's too much feeling inside her and the only way to release the excess is to press it out of her body vocally.

Insides twisted up like a knot, he holds her tight to him as her orgasm ripples through them both. His breathing is ragged as his hips stutter into her as the tension rolls between them. He finally squeezes his eyes shut, his lashes wet as the tension gives out, and hits his own peak with a relieved groan. He was seeing stars, feeling her climax rippling out into his senses as they clung onto each other. Maybe they might not make it to five today, but he certainly enjoyed the mind numbing and nerve tingling pleasure he got as all that tension broke and his spend filled her again.

His limbs felt weak as he slumped on top of her and held her close, his hot breaths ghosting over her skin. His ears rang as his senses drifted back to normal and he leaned in blindly to brush his nose over hers before leaning in to kiss her. They definitely would need another bath. As the thought enters his mind he can't help but chuckle as he combed his fingers through her hair and brushed his thumb over the top of her ear.

For several blissful seconds Rey feels like their entwined bodies are floating, like nothing else in the universe exists but them. She holds onto him through it all, her legs unwrapping from the waist and falling to either side of him on the bed.

When he seeks her lips the kiss she gives him is almost automatic, winded as she's still mostly out of her body, though she slowly refocuses as he chuckles and his fingers in her hair bring her back. She blinks slowly, her eyes focusing on his as a slow smile spreads across her face.

"Are you crying?" It's a weird thing to focus on, but it's the first thing she really sees, his eyes are wet.

"What- no." Sure, she can read his thoughts, but he's not about to admit that he'd felt how much she trusted him and was emotionally affected by it. Hastily he rubs at his eyes with the back of his hand, frustrated to find the betrayal there.

"Not in a bad way, at least." He can't exactly deny what's right in front of her face so there's no point in avoiding honesty either. "It just took me off guard, feeling what you felt. It usually does, but this time was different."

Rey smiles, a heavy hand moving up to brush a thumb across his cheek and under his eye. Feelings blend together when they're together, sometimes in the heat of the moment it's hard for her to pick things out that are his or hers. It doesn't entirely matter, because when they're making love, they're more one person than at any other time.

"This was probably one of my better orgasms," which is the undersell of the century.

"I think you're just biased, sweetheart," his tone is only mildly sarcastic but all the same he feels a bit of a confidence boost at hearing her thoughts. While it hadn't exactly been a good attempt in the tub, this made up for it.

"Mm. But this was nice." He was content, the two of them curled up together in bed.

"Biased? That's a fact, darling," she replies with a heavy affect in her voice on the endearment, though she doesn't hate using it. She also doesn't hate him calling her sweetheart. It makes her feel warm in her chest, and she slides her hands down to gently massage his shoulders as she kisses him again, nuzzling her nose to his when she breaks to speak again.

"'Was?' I thought you were planning on breaking your record tonight." Not that she minds if he's too wiped out after this round. She wasn't kidding about the orgasm.

"Mm. You want to go again?" He's all too happy to but damned if that hadn't also made his entire body feel like jelly. He slips his fingers between them to rub at her clit in lazy strokes. He worries his lip between his teeth as he concentrates on just touching her.

"I wouldn't say no to going again." His nose brushes against hers has his free hand traces the line of her sternum between the soft swell of her breasts. Physically tired or not, he wanted to make her feel good. It gave him a bit of selfish gratification, being able to get her off.

Despite the boneless and sated feeling that had settled over her, she can't help but react when he rubs her clit, her body twitching slightly upwards at his touch and a hiss escaping from her lips. It almost hurts, given how overstimulated she feels right now, but she doesn't make him stop.

Her fingers dig a little harder into his shoulders and she lets out a hum, kissing him again before replying.

"I could probably go again. But if you're too tired I understand."

His breath catches in his throat as she moves but he doesn't stop the slow caress of his fingertips, gauging whether or not she wanted him to. Her nails digging into his skin leave behind a sting that lingers for a moment.

"I'm not tired." Not when he can feel her reactions or when her touch makes his nerves light up.

Her body is more than responsive to his touch and she sighs as he keeps touching her, her back arching her up into him, her cunt contracting in response to his motions.

"You're gonna make me come again, you keep doing that," she groans against his lips, her hands sliding up to tangle in his hair. She absently wonders if this is normal, being rubbed off by your lover with his soft dick still inside of you, but she doesn't care. Normal has never been their thing.

He slips out of her, flaccid in his own hand, and replaces the emptiness with his fingers, his thumb left to relentlessly circle her clit. He chuckles against her lips and shifts his weight a bit to get more comfortable as his fingers work inside of her.

"I think you can take it." He kisses her lips sweetly, smiling against them as his fingers curl inside of her and explore her warmth. It was a strange sensation to have his fingers inside of her, their fluids dripping against his hand as his movements make wet sounds.

"Oh, stars," she moans at the feeling of his fingers inside her, not quite as satisfying as his cock but good in this context where she's already been thoroughly fucked by him. Her hands slide down from his hair, one cupping the back of his neck, the other spreading out over his back.

The feeling of his fingers inside her and the mixed fluids leaking out of her combined with the fact that it hasn't been that long since her last orgasm bring her back up again and within minutes she's gasping, her fingers digging into his back and her hips arching up against his hand as she comes again. Not quite as hard as the last one, but it still leaves her breathless and tingling.

He felt like he was feeding off of her: her arousal, her emotions, all of it. While he touched her, he was touching himself again but it wasn't enough. When her orgasm rips through her it makes his breath catch and already he wanted more than anything to be within her again. Feeling it through their connection and around his fingers when she climaxed wasn't quite the same.

"How many was that now?" He teases lightly, reaching for her hand to wrap it around his arousal. He liked feeling her hand on him. It honestly made him get off faster, he's come to realize. Perhaps it was because it was her. She never made him feel like he was doing anything alone and that meant something to him. She wanted to do these things with him as much as he wanted to do them with her.

She exhales in a breathy laugh at his question, letting him take her hand. Her fingers tighten a little as she works his cock with familiar motions, her other hand tracing distracted circles against the back of his neck while she comes down from the high of her orgasm.

"Three, I think?" she replies after a long pause as she attempts to think through the haze settled around her brain, all the while slowly pumping her hand along his arousal, coaxing it back to life. "Unless we count the half of one when I did this earlier," she adds with a half smile, giving his cock a squeeze for emphasis. "Then it's four."

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