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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.

Rey doesn't care if she's sore later, which she likely will be given the pace they've set tonight. Right now though, all she cares about is sating that ache burning in the pit of her stomach, rising up into her throat as she pants and whines, lifting her hips to meet his.

The thoughts in his head filter to hers, which makes her smile, tilting her head back so she can kiss his chin, before sliding her hands up to the back of his head so she can angle him back down so she can kiss his lips.

"I was made for you," she breathes, pressing her forehead against his, focused on the feeling of him inside her, the tension coiling in her stomach and the ache of her muscles as she tries to keep moving with him. "And you- You were made for me."

The thought has crossed her mind, given their connection, and things she'd seen in her visions. Voices she's heard, her whole life. It all seems like she and Ben were destined to be in one-another's orbit. Maybe not as lovers, she chooses to believe that they came into that on their own, but as two halves of a whole. He's what she spent her whole life waiting for.

It was strange, because he knows on some level he felt like he knew her - or his soul did, or whatever the Force did to draw them together. This had all come about far differently than he anticipated but even when she had said no to him, he knew he had wanted her at his side.

"Yes- yes," He hisses between his teeth and loses his focus for a moment as her thoughts wash over him, his lips intermittently finding hers as he kisses her back and moves with her. Her insides were wet and wrapped around his cock snug as ever and it was moments of intimacy like this - be they small things like the touch of her hand to his cheek or running her fingers through his hair, or bigger things like when they made love until neither could move and all they could do was lay in bed and gasp for air while they looked at each other in wonder - that he truly felt what it was like to belong somewhere. He knew that completeness was something she felt too.

His entire being felt centered on this moment, after what was probably hours they had spent in bed by now. He looked at her, her hair a mess and her mouth parted as her breath hitched every now and again and she whined in pleasure when he bottomed out, and he knew that he couldn't possibly ever need or want anything else in his existence. He felt what she felt, but more importantly he felt the way her walls fluttered around his erection as he gave her the pleasure she wanted. He felt pleasure of his own, mirrored to her as he was in all things. They were both insatiable creatures when it came to needing to feel connected to one another.

Each movement sent sparks through her body, accompanied by warmth flooding her veins. The sounds of the evening seemed to narrow to only their mingled and frantic breathing, the sound of wet flesh hitting wet flesh, and the creak of the bed. She keeps her hands on his face, holding onto him like if she let go he might slip away.

She squeezes her legs against his hips, arching her back as she feels close to the edge, trying not to fall off it quite yet, but oh, it's hard to not just let it go and be swept away.

"Ben," she whispers his name between moans, silently seeking where he is, what he's feeling. Her lips find his as she whines, dangerously close to release. She knows if she comes he will too, but it's still much better when it's nearly at the same time.

His hands paw at the bed and then grip her hips and finally her ass as they thrust against into each other in a frantic need for release that made his spine tingle and every nerve in his body stand on end. He whines almost impatiently, the coil inside him drawn tight. The only things he could hear were their breaths, the bed creaking, and the sound of their skin slapping together obscenely.

"Rey," her name sounded like a prayer, like he was begging her to let him come inside of her again and fill her up with his spend. She was already dripping with it, filled up with his essence to a point that he's sure by the time they're done and he's pulled out from her again he might see it spill out of her. The Force had connected their souls by a thread but this was the only moment they could connect their bodies, when they made love like this. He felt complete in ways that he'd never felt before.

"Please," he whispers, though this time his hand isn't outstretched. Their hands have already linked together countless times, their bodies joined dozens more. He wants to feel her unravel again, as he knows she's close to doing. He wants to feel that moment when it feels like the universe sings and brightens and the Force pulls at them and binds them ever closer. He knew he wasn't a perfect person, but he fit inside of her so well and she fit inside of him that it didn't seem to matter.

It had broken her heart into a thousand pieces the first time she'd heard him say please to her. The first time he'd begged her to stay with him. She had wanted so badly to say yes, to wrap her arms around him, even then. She had wanted to be the one to take all that pain from him.

Hearing him beg now has an entirely different effect on her. Her breath hitching she wraps an arm around his shoulders, her other hand pressed to his face. She murmurs things under her breath, his name, half said encouragements that don't entirely string together, until her entire body shakes as she comes, fingers digging into his face and back as she gasps, half his name, half a wordless sound of unrestrained pleasure.

His arm wraps around her back, his other hand moving up from her rear to grab her hair at the back of her neck as he watched each emotion pass over her face as she climaxed yet again. It was the most fascinating thing to feel and to see her drowning in pleasure.

His hips stutter forward into hers a handful of times as he topples over the edge with her, gasping her name as he tries to remember how to breathe. He lets out a half sigh have whimper when he finishes, painting her inside with his spend. He leans into her, his forehead pressed to hers as he pants and his lungs expand and contract with each breath.

"I think that counts as four, now?" He's out of breath as he laughs to himself, his hands sliding down her body with familiarity. She felt amazing, her body pressed snug to his with their limbs tangled together and their skin sticky with sweat and their own fluids.

She feels full of him as he comes, her fingers loosening their hold on him and absently soothing the marks she's left on his skin. She can feel her heartbeat in her groin keenly, a surreal but familiar feeling in symphony with the pulse of Ben's cock.

She lets out a tired laugh at his observation, pressing her lips tiredly to his.

"I don't think I'm gonna make it to five."

"Mm. Maybe next time." he mumbles against her mouth, feeling exhausted himself. They seem to both be at their limit. Sighing, he kisses her once, a chaste press of his mouth to hers, and lays his head against her heaving chest to close his eyes and catch his breath.

"We might need another bath." He smiles to himself, pressing a kiss to her skin and wrapping his arms around her more securely. He might be talking about baths but he wasn't ready to move yet.

She lets out another small laugh, letting her head fall back on the pillow as she slides her fingers up into his hair, gently untangling strands that are still damp, though more from sweat than the previous bath, now.

"I definitely need a bath. I can feel your come leaking down my backside." which is a decidedly unsexy phrase, but given what they've done tonight and in nights past, she doesn't shy away from bluntly stating things about the grosser aspects of their sex life the way she did when they first started sleeping together.

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