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"Mm." He can't say much once her mouth is on his again, but it's obvious to both of them how plain awkward this is. Clearly they can check the tub off on their list of places not to have sex. Or at least maybe not in this position. He wants to move with her but it's a bit hard to do without messing up what she's doing. Still, the feeling of his cock sliding home inside of her cunt at last draws a groan from him, despite the angle feeling wrong and inside of her not feeling quite right.

"What do you - what do you want me to do?" He tries to speak through his arousal that was crashing heavily into him as he adjusts to the slide of her walls around his prick. It didn't feel quite right, but it didn't feel bad either. He rolls his hips awkwardly into hers, one hand holding onto the tub and the other holding onto her, the slip and slide of their bodies making the water ripple and slosh and splash noisily in the tub.

She's glad it feels good for him, but she's still not entirely comfortable, her hand slipping as she grips the side of the tub while he moves, making her nearly lose her balance. She gasps, grabbing his shoulders for support, before sighing and leaning forward, pressing her forehead against his neck.

"This isn't working for me. I don't know if it's the angle or--the water." She lifts her head, pressing a kiss to his jaw, lifting herself up a little again in an attempt to yet again find the angle that works. She gets a little bit of sensation every time, and it doesn't feel bad, but it's not the limbs quaking sex they've had in the past, either.

"Hm. Maybe not our best idea." He sighs as she tries again, eyes scanning the bathroom. The tub had a little counter rigged together between it and the wall where they had their toiletries. There was also a sink and then the floor stretched out beneath them.

He pushes up from the tub, nudging her things to the floor in a heap as he sets her on the counter. He joins her there in half a second, pulling her thighs up around his and easing himself back into her warmth.

Focused on trying to make what had seemed like a good idea work, Rey is surprised when Ben lifts her out of the water and deposits her on the counter. She knows he's large, but it never ceases to surprise her when he so casually throws her weight around. She's tempted to voice a complaint about being used to push things off the counter when he slides back into her and the complaint dies before it reaches her lips.

A lot of her arousal had burned off in the frustration of trying to find something that works, but the angle provided by her sitting on the counter is definitely better than the tub. She exhales, biting her lip as she leans back a little, resting her hands behind her on the countertop.

His hands cover hers as he leans in and finds a rhythm again, lips and brows pressed together as he focuses on the slide in and out of her. One of his hands moves to her back, holding her to him as he finds a steady pace of thrusts, and his his head dips to hers to find her mouth with his own.

He could tell that he was definitely more keyed up than she was and so he brings his hand between them, his fingers rubbing circles into her clit. His own frustration at their previous attempt is voiced with a grunt as he tries to bring her back up to the same state as him.

The vocalizations she makes as he thrusts into her are almost automatic, soft sighs and moans, things she's gotten used to doing to encourage him, and sometimes just making noise was a release in itself. But as he finds his rhythm they become more breathy, her desire for him not burning any less than it ever did. When he seeks her mouth with his she wraps one arm around his shoulder, keeping the other braced behind her as she rolls her hips forward, the tension building in earnest within her again.

His fingers find her clit and she moans into his mouth, her fingers tightening a little on his shoulder and her hips arching up, pressing into the stimulation. She would have been content to let him come and wouldn't complain, enjoying the closeness of the moment almost as much as the release, but his efforts to bring her back to where she'd been, to get her to where he is, are almost as intoxicating as the sensations themselves. She feels cared for, in a way she never has before.

He was breathing heavily, his hips driving into her to chase more of those little sounds of appreciation she made. Before he realized it he was making the same sounds too, almost perfectly in harmony with her. This was what he'd wanted. That limb quaking blood boiling exchange of lips and tongue and hands that made her walls tremble around him as he slid home inside of her over and over. This was what he'd wanted.

His fingers don't push her as hard, moving on from her clit so that his hands can push her thighs higher and let his hips do all the work as sweat and water made their skin slick. She was using him as an anchor, holding onto him with one hand while the other balanced her as she rocked her own hips against his. The sound of wet flesh meeting and their moans echoed in his ears, drawing him closer and closer.

"You feel so good," he whispers hoarsely into her ear. One of his hands moves to her hair, angling her head back to kiss down her neck and breasts. his mouth pays worship to them, suckling the peaks until they were red and swollen. All the while his hips continue moving against hers. It was like a dance or a contest of wills, as if they were both trying to drive each other over the edge.

As he hikes her thighs higher she lets out a moan as the new angle changes the way he's hitting inside her, new sensations pouring over her. His moans made her feel hotter, those primal noises escaping from him that only she is familiar with. His breath on her ear as he whispers sends shivers down her skin directly to the building tension in her cunt. She arches her back as he adds to it, sucking her nipples, fingers in her hair.

"Oh stars, Ben," she gasps as she feels the precursors of orgasm hit her, tiny shocks to her system that make her muscles contract and she tightens her thighs around his waist. "I'm almost there."

He groans in her ear, feeling her muscles clench around his cock, his hands digging into her skin as he thrust roughly into her. It felt almost too much and not enough at the same time. She was like a live wire in his hands and he felt each little shock and tremor of arousal as if it was his own.

"Kriff" he was so close but he wanted to feel her finish first. His hands were on her everywhere and as much as possible. He wanted her to see stars while she came on his cock. There was beauty in watching her completely unravel and he didn't want to miss it.

She pants as he drives into her, his hands roaming her body as she moves with him. Her grip on the counter feels like it's slipping, so she lets it go, wrapping both her arms around his shoulders and pressing her cheek against his, gasping as she rolls her hips against his, in time with his thrusts.

Her orgasm hits her not long after she grabs ahold of him and she gasps as the wave crashes over her, clinging to Ben like he's the only solid thing left on the planet as she comes, her breathing hitching and panting.

Her orgasm is the thing to drive him over, his own orgasm leaving him breathing through his nose as he bites his lip and his spend fills her. They held onto one another through it. When it's done, he drops his forehead to her shoulder while he catches his breath. Not a single thing in the galaxy could ever match how she made him feel. The small high he felt in that post-coital bliss was unmatched by anything.

When he finally lifts his head again it's to press a kiss to her cheek and then her forehead as he takes her face in both of his hands. His hands drop again to her waist as he indulged in just holding onto her, his forehead pressed to hers. They would come back down eventually, but for now they had this.

As always feeling his orgasm on the wake of her own drives her past comprehension and she just continues to cling to him as her walls spasm around him and milk his cock until they're both spent. Her head leans against his and her eyes are closed but she can see the stars on the backs of her eyelids and in this moment her reality has narrowed down to nothing but the feel of his skin against hers, and him inside her.

She feels like rubber as he kisses her face, her own arms slowly loosening from around his shoulders so she can slide her hands along either side of his neck. Her breathing still shallow and uneven she gives him a crooked smile as he presses his forehead to hers.

"You're getting pretty good at this," she comments somewhat wryly.

"Oh. No- no, I'm definitely not." The draw back of her being able to see his face is she can probably see the flush that spreads all the way to the tips of his ears. His lips part into some sort of lopsided grin as they just hold onto one another.

"I wouldn't be able to - to make you feel good if you didn't give me a clue what to do." So this is clearly all her doing and has nothing do with his own supposed sexual prowess. It helped that they could read each other's thoughts, obviously, but he still felt far from good at any of this. The only thing that told him he was doing something right was the fact that he was able to make her orgasm at all.

"I just didn't want you not to finish when you were going to let me." He bites his lip nervously, not quite able to say words like 'orgasm' or any number of more filthy words like it aloud.

She lets out a breathy laugh, her hands coming up to cup his jaw, holding him so she can lean in and kiss his swollen lips gently.

"Do you remember the first time we were together? Just because I'm giving you clues what to do doesn't mean you aren't getting better. If this were the first time there's no way you would have held on long enough for me to come too." Not that their first time had been bad, either. But compared to now, she couldn't imagine going back to the way they'd been when they'd first been learning how to touch each other. They're still learning of course, but they've come a long way in the process.

He kisses her in return, resisting the urge to suck on her bottom lip. He liked hearing her talk just as much as he liked kissing her, of course.

"I remember. I also remember making you come at least three times that night." He smiles to himself as he kisses her lips again. What they lacked in experience they made up for in other ways. He was all too happy to help her relive the experience if she wanted to.

She smiles at his comment, her fingers stroking his jaw. She kisses him again, lips lingering against his.

"And you've gotten better at making me come much more than that. I think our standing record is... five?" She's actually not totally sure, it's hard to keep count after a certain point.

"Just five? Clearly I'm not pushing you hard enough." He lifts her in his arms, and makes to step out of the tub. "We're going to need new sheets when I'm done with you."

He kisses her, just savoring it for a moment. He has no idea what their 'record' is but he's all too happy to push her past it until she has to beg him to stop. If she doesn't stop him, he's quick to carry her straight to their bedroom, laughing almost evilly as he makes the trip.

Rey laughs as he carries her out of the washroom, her arms wrapping around his shoulders again. Her lips press into his jaw as he laughs, her own amusement no less evident.

"If you're going to be pushing me so hard you're the one who changes the sheets this time."

Once they make it to the bed, he deposits Rey there. For a moment he just takes her in, her nakedness and her expression and the way her hair fell around her face. He felt a sense of pride knowing all of that was for him alone. She was his and no one else could take that from him.

"I think me changing the sheets is a small price to pay for getting to watch you come over and over." He answers, absently stroking himself in an attempt to make himself hard again.

Looking at her, he knew it wouldn't take forever to do. He took in every inch of her, from her kiss swollen lips and the little marks he's left on her skin, to their fluids sticking to her thighs. She was perfection.

In the past, Rey never would have felt attractive spread across the bed naked like this. She would have felt exposed, and even alone she rarely stayed naked long. But with Ben everything is different, she sees the way he looks at her, with unrestrained desire, and feels like she is worthy of that attention. She bites her lip as she watches him from her prone position, the sight of him looking at her like a man possessed and stroking himself beyond arousing.

"Do you need some help?" she knows from experience that he can't just get hard at will, there's turnaround, and that's fine with her. The little breaks where they talk and hold each other are nice, something she enjoys just as much as their lovemaking. But he's talking a big game right now, so she pushes herself up to her knees and crawls to the side of the bed he's standing at, reaching up to hook her hands around his neck and pull him down a little to kiss her. Then one hand slides down his torso, her fingers pushing his away so she can take over stroking his cock.

He had been about to protest and tell her to just keep laying like that - he had enough imagination that he could do this at least - but then she moves closer and takes him in her hand and all of his protests die before they even leave his mouth.

He kisses her hungrily, his hands moving to her shoulders as she pulls him to her to share a kiss. Her hands are just as nice as if he were doing this himself. They were smaller with little calluses that made his skin prickle and his stomach muscles clench with each slide of her palm against the limp flesh in her hands.

"Oh. That feels nice." His eyes fall shut as he loses himself, arousal slowly bubbling back up into his stomach, making his cock begin to harden again.

She smiles as she feels him start to stiffen again in her hand, his eyes closed as he gives himself over to her touch. Working her hand over his cock and watching him get lost to it is enough to make her feel flushed, the ache between her thighs back and present as she kisses him again, lightly raking her teeth over his bottom lip.

"Lie down on the bed," she murmurs to him, her hand not occupied with his cock slowly sliding to one of his hands to gently tug him forward.

He does as he’s told, all too happy to get comfortable in bed with her if that’s what she wants. He crawls onto the bed with her, leaning in for another kiss before he finally lays against the sheets and looks up at her.

“It won’t take long if you keep doing that.” He closes his eyes again taking a breath as he waits to feel her hand move again. His hand still in hers doesn’t let go, instead tracing her knuckles with his thumb while he gets comfortable.

He remembers the first time she did this as startling but nice. He’d been dripping all over her fingers in no time at all. Perhaps there was some merit to her saying he’s gotten better at this. He wasn’t coming just from the slightest touch. Her hand wasn’t as much of a shock to his system anymore.

Biting her lip as he lays down she considers him, taking him in as he had her. The sight of him laying on the bed, waiting for her to continue touching him is heady, and her hand in his is just that small touch of additional intimacy. Even in the midst of giving in to baser desires, they are wrapped up in one-another, and treat each other with reverence.

It's with that thought that she begins pumping his cock in her hand again, slow and deliberate as a thought crosses her mind. She's considered it before, but it's not something she's acted on. Rolling her tongue between her lips to wet them she shifts around on the bed, eyes still on Ben's face as she leans down, only glancing away from him long enough so that she can see what she's doing, wrapping her lips around the tip of his cock and sucking gently.

His eyes had been shut through those first touches of her hand on him again, the only sign of his reaction is his free hand gripping the sheets and the hand holding hers wrapping around her fingers more firmly. He breathes through his nose and bites his lip only to make a noise of surprise and try to sit up when he feels something definitely not her hand on him.

"Oh, kri-" his words are choked behind the moan he can't disguise as he falls back to the bed again. "What are you- kriff, that feels really good."

Of course he was sensitive there but that was before he'd ever felt her mouth sucking the head of his cock. He tries again to push himself up slightly just to watch her suck him off, his lips parted and eyes wide with surprise. Had he imagined her doing this very thing? Most definitely. Hadn't he done the same to her? Also true. That didn't stop his brain from coming to a complete screeching halt.

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