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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."

He would laugh but it sounds more like a strangled moan as her hand slides up and down and then she squeezes him. He leans into her to tug her ear between his teeth while his fingers twist inside of her again.

"Three sounds more accurate." He breathes through his nose, feeling almost dizzy with need. His hand drops to hers again, showing her how he wants her to touch him by dragging her thumb over the head of his his erection.

"Kriff, I want you to keep touching me." He breathes out, chuckling in her ear while they keep trying to get one another off.

Biting her lip her head tilts back as he twists his fingers and latches onto her earlobe, both welcome and almost overwhelming sensations in the sea of pleasure she's swimming in.

She circles her thumb over the tip of his erection once he's given her that direction, her other hand slowly dragging her nails back and forth over the back of his neck.

"Is that all you want, Ben?" she replies, bending one of her legs and planting her foot against the mattress, leaning it against his hip, shifting the angle of her pelvis slightly and making it easier to lift her hips and slowly grind them against his, even as they touched one-another.

He presses open mouthed kisses along her throat, sucking marks into her skin, though nothing that wouldn't fade, as she rolls her hips into his. His hand withdraws from between her thighs to slide up her stomach. She was driving him half mad with what she was doing, making him want her over and over again in every way imaginable.

"You know it isn't." He breathes in her ear his hips sinking into hers as she raises hers to grind against him. His arousal presses hot and hard against her stomach. He had a feeling that wasn't where she wanted him, though. Without a word he pulls both of her legs around his waist and grinds his sex against her entrance until he slides home, a pleased groan escaping his mouth when he does.

There's something intoxicating about being able to drive Ben crazy the way she does, by a move of her hips or a swipe of her fingers. She loves the sound of his voice when he's overcome with want for her, the way it seems like he can't touch enough of her to satisfy him. She feels much the same, only sated when she feels his cock fully seated inside her.

She lets out a groan of her own as he does, wrapping her arms around his neck and leaning up to press her lips to his, almost gently.

"You fit in me perfect, Ben," she murmurs against his lips, arching her hips against his again, letting out another moan as she does.

His hands fist into the sheets as his hips undulate into hers. Her body fit him so well, like she was made for him. He had spent his entire life adrift until he found peace in this world. There were still moments where he didn't know his purpose, or if he could truly be as good as she believed, but the thing he never doubted was how much he loved and wanted her.

"You fit me so well," he speaks against her lips, driving his hips into hers over and over, "it feels like you were made for me." His hands move to her waist as he thrusts at an even tempo, the bed squeaking in time with flesh meeting flesh. He imagines they might both actually be sore if they keep doing this insatiable tangle of limbs and sex over and over.

He kisses her temple, sated at the feeling of being inside of her. She was beautiful with her flushed skin and her hair a tangled mess. She was beautiful even when her hair was neat and tied back in her buns and she wore clothes, but there was something special in seeing her unraveled and disheveled. He liked this side of her just as much as who she was outside of their bedroom.

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