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[ She grinned against his skin every time she elicited another sigh from him, spurred on by his approval and fingers in her hair. She moves lower, slowing down to gently kiss along the edge of the scar on his hip that is still healing, before her lips trace a path to his navel. She lifts her head there, her chest hovering just above the visible line of his arousal straining against his pants. ]

Can I touch you, Ben?

[ She whispers, knowing he'll know she's not asking for permission to keep doing what she's doing, but to go lower. ]

[He lets out an earnest groan when her lips touch the sensitive scar tissue. His stomach tensed on and off as she'd made her exploration downward and when she asks her question he can't help but squirm a bit.]

Yes. Please.

[He breaths through his nose, swallowing and digging his hands into the sheets while he tries to focus on calming his heartbeat.]

[ She can't help but smile at his reaction to her question, sitting up and resting on her knees, her hands sliding down his stomach to his waistband. Eyes fixed on the bulge in his pants she draws her bottom lip inbetween her teeth as she considers the best way to go about doing this. ]

Let me know if I... do something wrong, okay?

[ Her eyes flicker to his, a little unsure, before she exhales and curls her fingers under his waistband, pulling down enough to free his length from it's prison. Her eyes widen in surprise, somehow it's different than what she expected, but that's not a bad thing.

It takes her a second to realize that she's just kind of sitting there staring at his erection before she does what she'd asked permission for and touches him. She's tentative, not wanting to hurt him, just brushing her fingers up along the underside of his shaft and circling her thumb over the tip. ]

[He'd been anticipating her touch but outright pulling his pants down and touching him directly - he hadn't been expecting that. He makes a noise of surprise, his body lifting up from the bed slightly to watch her, bracing himself on his elbows. When her fingers began feeling him up he drops down again and he sucks in a sharp breath.]

I-I don't think you could do it wrong if you tried.

[He bites his lip, making a noise in the back of his throat. No one had ever gotten this close to him until her. No one had ever wanted to. He takes a shaking breath, chest rising and falling while his hands opened and closed in tight fists in the sheets.]

Edited (I CAN'T WRIIIITE) 2018-05-17 04:02 (UTC)

[ Ben's reactions to her touch embolden her, and she becomes more sure with her grip, fingers curling around his shaft and slowly testing the size of him in her hand. She has the idle thought, what he'd feel like inside her and she exhales sharply, adjusting the way she's sitting a little as her own arousal aches anew.

Still careful as she watches Ben's face she adjusts the way she's stroking him on each turn, her other hand braced on his hip. ]

[He shivers when her fingers curl around him. He'd been tempted to reach for her hand and show her what he wanted, but the thought died as soon as she'd done it on her own. Her thought reaches him, and her hand suddenly feels hotter on his skin than it actually is, blood still pumping steadily to his throbbing arousal.]

You're defini- definitely, doing it right.

[It's easier to talk through it, as if he could ignore how good she was making him feel. Hadn't he imagined this very thing at least a hundred times in the back of his mind? The two of them together like this. Maybe it wasn't the exact thing but this was far better than his imagination could conjure up anyway.

Even while he took his own pleasure in this, he still felt a prickle of anxiety. He didn't feel, despite her telling him otherwise over and over, that he was worthy of any of this. Having her touch him and kiss him and just be with him: he was far from worthy of it. Having the feeling of that single thought of hers, that she wanted to know what it was like to have him bury his cock inside of her, was the only thing that chased away his worries. She so often relieved any little negative thought he had just by reassuring him, by proving over and over again how much she wanted him in the emotional sense just as much as the physical sense.]

[ She can feel his arousal building, the sensations strangely mixed in with her own. She smiles as she watches his face, her eyes half lidded and breathing a little uneven from the arousing sight of him coming undone for her. ]

If it's too much let me know.

[ Her hand keeps the careful rhythm she's established, her entire body leaning a little into it as she guides her hand up his length and back, the motion and subsequent minor friction between her legs offering her some small relief, though she's more focused on his pleasure at the moment. He's more giving with her than he realizes, and she wants to give back. What's more, she wants to convince him she's here for him so doing this... intimate and beyond anything they've done before, she hopes that conveys that, in some small way. ]

[His brows knit together as he concentrates on just keeping his composure. It was becoming harder to do the more confident she got in touching him. He blinks owlishly as he looks at her, pushing himself up on his elbows again to watch. He licks his lips, feeling slightly fascinated by the display despite every nerve ending in his body going haywire.]

How far do you... want this to go?

[She certainly was as frazzled as he was, despite focusing on him. It was an honest question though part of him already felt he had the answer. He reaches out, wrapping his larger hand around hers to adjust her pace while he laid back again. When he wasn't satisfied with that he lets her hand go again, taking a breath. He could feel himself building towards something but he didn't want to rush it too much.]

I want...

[ She hesitates to say it, flushed, straddling his legs and half naked, pumping his cock in her hand, she's still shy. ]

I want to watch you come.

[ She tries switching up the pattern a little after he adjusts her pace, rolling her palm over the tip of his length before sliding it back down. She shifts how she's sitting a little again, resting her groin against his leg, grinding against him a little to temporarily sate the aching pressure in her abdomen. ]

[His breath catches in his throat, feeling her grind against his leg. He wanted to touch her the way she was touching him but he couldn't move, feeling like his limbs had become jelly as she works over his length. He takes another deep gulp of air, his Adam's Apple bobbing in his throat. If it's too much she had said. He was close to just coming right then and there, just feeling her hands on him and her wetness on his leg.]

Oh. So- so close... kriff I want to- [He presses his lips together in a half grimace as he tries to fight it, even watching his cock leak a little onto her attentive fingers. He takes a breath, every inch of him feeling as tight as a bow string.

When he finally can't take it any more he drops against the mattress, unable to keep watching her while his vision whited out and his spend spurted out onto her fingers, making a complete mess of things. He'd been trying to tell her to stop, to let him take care of her too, but it hadn't come out the way he wanted.]

[ The sight of him writhing under her touch, trying so hard to keep himself together and finally falling apart is intoxicating. Rey sighs as she works him through his orgasm, not minding the sticky mess on her hand. His sensations were bleeding into hers and she grinds herself against his leg, feeling small aftershocks as if she'd come along with him.

Once she's milked his cock until it's gone soft in her hand she lets go, pulling herself up his body again without caring about the mess. She presses a kiss to his chin as he breathes, settling her weight on top of him. ]

Are you okay?

You surprised me.

[It was all he could croak out, the aftermath of his orgasm still leaving him swimming in the aftershocks. His arms wrap around her, holding her to him with a mild hesitance. He’s fairly sure most of it was just on her hands. His heart rate was starting to even out again, a little bit at a time.]

It felt good. I’ve never had someone else do that before.

[No one had ever wanted to and he hadn’t allowed anyone to get close enough before her. Rey was no stranger to his embarrassed shuffling in the morning when he’d accidentally found himself pressed against her in a state of half arousal in his sleep but he’d never expected her to want to touch him like that - current situation notwithstanding.]

What about you? Are you okay?

[He was aware of her grinding against his thigh but whether or not she had come with him he didn’t know. His hand drops to her lower back, rubbing circles into her skin.]

I've never done that to someone before, either, so I'm glad you liked it.

[ She teases gently, smiling as she nuzzles her nose against the underside of his chin. Part of her still feels wildly unsated, but she's absorbing feelings from him too, and those feelings want her to lay with him like this forever.

His question makes her hum, and she tilts her head back to press another kiss to his chin. ]

I'm fine. I just wanted to focus on you.

I'd be worried if you had and gone without having a kiss first.

[Now he's teasing her right back, humming contentedly while she continued to kiss and tease her nose against his skin. He could, quite honestly, lay in bed just like this for the rest of the day. Nothing outside these walls could hurt them while they were in here together. They were together.]

I did. Like it, I mean. Which is why if you wanted me to- I could.

[He bites his lip, finding trouble quite articulating what he wants to say. His hand drifts from her lower back to the front of her own waistband. He deliberates what to do for a moment before deciding he didn't want to let her be the only one focusing on him. If she doesn't stop him he decides to be a little bolder, his fingers drifting down the waistband of her pants before tugging them down as far as he can get them to while she was still laying on top of him.

Once he's coaxed those down to her knees his hand smooths over her belly, still sticky with his come, along with her underwear and lets his hand slip between her thighs to seek out the warmth waiting there.]

Your turn to tell me if I do something wrong.

[His free hand moves along the back of her neck, rubbing circles into her skin while the one between her thighs blindly explores her skin, parting her slick flesh to prod a single digit between them. He wanted to learn how and where she liked to be touched. He wanted to give back even a small bit of what she'd given him.]

[ She was going to tell him he didn't have to, but then he was pulling her pants down and she couldn't find it in her to make him stop. Doing what she can to help, as well as wiping her sticky hand off on the fabric as it's pushed down she wiggles against him, butterflies taking flight in her stomach. The arousal that had been building and ebbing in her comes roaring back as he slides his hand between her thighs and she sighs, trying not to grind down against his hand so he still has some movement.

Her forehead pressed against the side of his neck she gasps as his fingers explore her nethers, biting her lip as she slides her hand up to grip his shoulder. ]

[He looks down where his hand meets the puckered flesh between her thighs, feeling his stomach knot with arousal at the sight and the feeling of his finger pressing against her warmth. He finds a little nub of flesh, pressing against it in smooth passes of his calloused fingertip.

He's aware enough of women's anatomy to know that she might enjoy him touching her here so he keeps teasing the little bundle of nerves, licking his lips in concentration. Everything about this was so surreal and were it not for their state of undress and his hand between her thighs they could be cuddling. Letting his thumb keep teasing her clit, his finger finds her entrance and he prods there gently, testing whether or not it would be okay to keep going.

He rubs his knuckles into the back of her neck, his cheek pressed to her head while she lay her forehead against his neck. He was fine not taking this too fast, letting her enjoy his touch.]

[ She tenses as his fingers find her clit, squirming against him as the pressure in the pit of her stomach builds, each movement of his fingers sending ripples over her skin. She whimpers into his neck, her hand sliding up to hold on to the other side of his neck, like she needs to anchor herself to him.

She's soaked, has been for a while so he'll find it easy to slide a finger into her when he does, and she lets out another whimper. She wants to say something to him, encourage him with words, but it's overwhelming being touched by someone else and all she can do is press a desperate kiss against his neck, punctuated by little gasps making their way past her lips.. ]

[Their connection was a blessing in moments like this. He would know if he was causing her pain, feel it as if it were his own. The same could be said for her pleasure too. His hand not currently buried into her sex, brushes her hair away from the back of her neck and strokes the back of her ear in a soothing gesture. He didn't have the words to describe this any more than she did, but his thoughts and feelings were clear: she was so wet and perfect and beautiful. He wanted to feel her come around his long fingers and the thought was enough to even make him blush.

While he couldn't find the words to describe how he felt in this moment, he was able to whisper soothing sounds to her as she whimpered and trembled against him. It was the least he could do when she was giving him this. Thoughts translated into action, his finger dipping inside of her with aid from her wetness that was now coating his fingers and his palm as his index slid deeper inside of her to the knuckle.

He experiments, sliding his finger out a bit before slipping back inside, mimicking what he would be doing with his cock when they were both ready for it. He repeats the action a few times before withdrawing only to prod her entrance with a second finger, stretching her to accommodate the two digits and when she was ready he would do the same with the two of them, that torturous in and out motion, and curling his fingers inside of her in a 'come hither' motion.]

Edited 2018-05-18 03:37 (UTC)

[ She's done this before herself, countless times. But his fingers are so much larger than hers, and the feeling of them buried in her drives her crazy. The heat spreading across her skin burns hotter as he curls his fingers and manages to hit a spot inside her that makes her see stars. She gasps against his neck, her fingers tightening as she holds onto him. ]

Oh kriff do that again.

[ She whimpers, rolling her hips against his hand, trying not to do it too much but stars she wants more of what he's giving her. ]

[He'd hesitated when he feels her fingers digging into him but when she asks him to do it again he felt reassured. He does as she asks, finding the spot he had before and remembering to add his thumb to her clit again when he does.]

Like that?

[He swipes the pads of his fingers at that spot again, his throat feeling tight as her arousal hits him through their Force bond. This was definitely not what what that was supposed to be sure, he's fairly certain. Yet it was certainly helping him know what to do.]

[ She lets out a strangled gasp, arching her back as he curls his fingers inside her and his thumb assaults her clit. The tightness in her coiled like a spring about to pop, she rolls her hips into his movement, her breathing coming out in tiny keening pants. ]

Don't stop.

[ She manages to whisper, feeling so close to coming she can feel the precipice in every nerve ending, she only needs a little more to push her over the edge. ]

[He presses against her clit a little rougher than before, absorbing all the little shock waves she was telegraphing through their connection. His own breath was becoming more labored as a result but he knows it's because of how close she is.]

Shh, I won't. I have you.

[His fingers moved with her hips, making sure not to miss hitting that spot inside of her as much as he could. She was so hot and wet and snug around his fingers that he could only imagine how it would feel when they finally had sex for real. He bites his lip, just thinking about it.]

[ The combination of his fingers inside her and that fleeting thought about how it would feel if it were his cock not his fingers inside her is enough to finally send her over the edge, every muscle in her body tensing as she comes, her walls clamping around his fingers. She gasps against his neck, continues gasping as her orgasm washes over her and she comes down with the aftershocks.

It's then that she collapses against him again, unable to hold herself up under the weight of her bliss, the aftermath making her feel warm and heavy. She's silent as her breathing starts to even out, eventually tilting her head again to press another kiss against his neck. ]

[He withdraws his fingers from inside of her, wiping them off on his pants before running his hands up her back. Gently lifting her chin he presses a kiss to her lips.]

Are you okay?

[He can definitely feel that she's 'okay' but it wasn't the right word. Sated. Content. He'd never known that the two of them would get to this point in such a small amount of time, and yet here they were, laying in bed together, covered in their own fluids and both almost content to the point of drowsiness.]

[ She smiles against his lips, kissing him again before answering. ]

I'm good. That was... very different.

[ She thinks that the good different is implied. She feels like she could lay here forever in his arms, if it weren't for the fact that as the warm afterglow starts to pass she's becoming a little more aware of her clothes around her knees and the stickiness covering her legs and belly. ]

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