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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.

She smiles around his cock at his reaction, her hand gently sliding over him as she takes a little more of him into her mouth. She can taste hints of herself and his seed on his skin, leftover from their excursion in the washroom. It's been a faint thought, wanting to taste more of him like he'd tasted her, but aside from this all the ways of doing that had seemed ridiculously vulgar.

Releasing his head with a wet pop she takes over pumping his cock in her hand, smiling up at him.

"You liked that, did you?" There's a bit of a wicked glint in her eyes as she lowers her mouth again, rolling her tongue over his tip.

"I think it's pretty obvious how much I liked that." He gestures to his budding erection currently encircled by her hand and the tip slick with saliva. "Please, do it again?"

His Adam's Apple bobs in his throat as he inhales and exhales, trying to just focus on watching her and fighting against the very real urge that he just might come if she keeps doing what she's doing. It felt too good to be real, and yet here he was, sitting on their bed watching Rey suck on his erection. Her hand on him was gentle and part of him wishes she would have a firmer grip. He isn't going to break from this much.

He curses again, inhaling sharply as he watches her lower her mouth over him again. He can feel the flat of her tongue swiping and licking the tip of his dickhead and it's more than his imagination could have ever conjured up. Almost as if in a daze, he reaches to take her hair in his hand and he doesn't let go as he watches her continue licking and sucking on him, her concentration drawn to what her mouth is doing. Any physical connection he can have to her while she does this is more than enough.

She hums in response to his grabbing her hair, and she catches that thought about wishing she'd have a firmer grip, so she does, tightening her hold on him as she strokes him, her mouth attending to the parts she can reach without choking herself. She tries once to swallow him deeper, but she feels pressure in the back of her throat and withdraws, keeping to sucking on his head and the few inches of cock she can comfortably devour.

Breathing hard through her nose she sucks on him a little harder, and gently scrapes her bottom teeth along the vein running up the underside of his dick, careful not to dig in to deep but looking to get more reactions from him.

He wants so badly to lift his hips and thrust up into her sweet mouth but her discomfort as he hits the back of her throat has him focusing on keeping his hips still as her mouth wraps around him a little more at a time. It's on the tip of his tongue to warn her to be careful of her teeth but then she scrapes them against his vein and he forgets himself, hips nearly jerking upwards in surprise.

"Ah- sorry!" Luckily her hand kept him from getting far but he'd still done it. He sucks in a breath running his fingers through her hair in apology. Her actions were getting her somewhere at least - between her hand gripping him a little firmer as it moved up and down with her mouth and the way she sucked on him. He was hard but the tip of his cock had begun to leak precum that dribbled into her mouth slowly but surely. If she wanted a reaction from him then that was it.

Rey panics a little as he jerks a little in surprise, her hand tightening on him a little more, but she doesn't choke and embarrass herself, and he's quick to apologize. That actually makes her smile a little, because she knows she's doing something right when he's having trouble controlling his reflexes.

When he starts dribbling precum she swallows it without hesitation, savoring the flavor of him on her tongue. She pumps him a few more times with her hand and mouth before letting go with a wet pop, breathing heavy as she crawls up his body.

"You know if you've wanted me to do that before, all you had to do is ask," she teases, easing her chest down on top of his and leaning in to kiss his lips. Her hand drifts down to his cock again, lazily stroking him as she kisses him.

"Would you really have done that?" He stares incredulously at her for the admission. It wasn't that he didn't think she wouldn't do it, only that the idea of asking her felt vulgar. He'd gotten her off that way without prompting because he'd wanted to surprise her. The thought that he could have asked her to suck on his dick wasn't one that occurred to him. Of course, they've been seeing one another for months and seen one another in various states of undress and throws of sexual pleasure. It wouldn't have been a stretch.

"I'll... think about it for next time." He bites his lip as she continues stroking him and he kisses her back, tasting the both of them on her lips and tongue. It was a strange mixture, but then he'd tasted it before when he'd licked her cunt.

"Fair's fair, you've done it to me," she murmurs, rolling her tongue against his bottom lip as they kiss, her hand still working his cock slowly. She tilts her head to the side, nuzzling her nose against the space under his jaw, kissing and sucking the skin she finds there.

"And I like it when you tell me what you want," she knows, a lot of the time, but knowing and him saying it aloud are two different things. She tries not to get into his head more than is natural, because they both have idle thoughts that should stay their own, but when they're together sometimes that's not always possible. It's probably good for them to say aloud what it is they want.

Her jerking him off was like a slow torture, his cock still dribbling fluids and achingly hard in her hand. He could still taste her on his lips even as she moved on to kiss beneath his jaw.

"I'll try to remember to tell you, then. I know it's easy for us to just read each other, but you're right." He murmurs, completely lost in the moment. His hands reach for her to hold her close to him and he doesn't bother hiding any pleased sighs or heated looks he gives her as he draws steadily closer to losing this exchange. He'd brought her in their room so that he could be the one to get her off but here she was doing it to him instead.

His hand in her hair slides through the dark dresses between his fingers as he slowly loses focus on her words and her actions save for her hand sliding up and down his aching, weeping, erection. He tries to time his hips rolling with her hand, the steady slide of her fingers on his skin.

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It's a heady sort of power, having him entirely in her hands, as it were. She can adjust the way she's stroking him to finish him faster, or draw it out until he's begging her to let him come. She's not quite so skilled yet to pull the latter off, maybe, but the thought is nice. A little dark but that's always been her reality. She stands mostly in the light, but she doesn't run from the dark. She embraces it.

"What do you want now, Ben?" Her lips drift from his neck to his ear where she gently drags his earlobe between her teeth. Her hand squeezes him from base to tip as his hip ls roll in time with her, sticky with his fluid and the remnants of her saliva.

He had never been one to relinquish power to others, save for Snoke. That had always been their dynamic. With Rey he had always thought them equals, but to be at her mercy completely was a different thing entirely. Willingly at her mercy.

He could lift her in his arms like she weighed next to nothing - to him she honestly did - and overpower her in other small ways, but this was different. He was letting her take what she wanted, letting her have control over him. It honestly was the most arousing thing he'd ever experienced.

"I want you to- I want to come. I want you to make me come." He whispers to her, his voice strained as she pushed him closer and closer. Her teeth felt so good that he tugged her hair, signaling that she absolutely should do it again.

He'd known that they both shared darkness but he rarely ever saw it in her. That passion was there, but she had never actually teased him into begging like this. It made his cock twitch just to hear her voice in his ear, her breath on his skin, as she slid her hand up and down his cock like she was playing with him.

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