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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.

She can't help the smile on her lips as she drags her teeth across his earlobe again, before sucking on it gently. Her hand tightens on his shaft as she adjusts get position a little, her leg resting over one of his and her cunt pressed deliberately against his hip bone. Having him like this has aroused her considerably, heat pooling between her groin and slick coating her thighs, a mixture of his come and her arousal.

"Let yourself go, Ben," she moans in his ear, rolling her hips and grinding herself into his side as she slowly squeezes his cock before pumping it more quickly. She lifts herself up with her unoccupied arm enough to kiss the corner of his mouth, not entirely wanting to cover his mouth with hers and muffle all the beautiful noises he's making.

He groans in response, the only sound he can make as her hand squeezes him and pumps up and down more quickly. He can feel her pressed up against him, her warm cunt sliding over his skin, and her legs tangled with his own. He wanted to kiss her, to sink into that warm heat until her legs shook and her walks trembled around him. Yet he didn't do any of those things. He could only hold onto her and the sheets as he finally came in a spurt of semen that painted his belly, her hand, and wherever it could reach.

He'd actually yelled when he came, eyes closed tightly and mouth open as his breathing came out ragged. Every muscle had felt tense in that moment and even as he came down, he felt as if his limbs had become weights. He had never been more vulnerable with another person and yet here he was, naked as the day he was born, with the woman he loved and her hand wrapped around his softening cock.

"That- that was..." he speaks and looks at her as if he's in a daze, blinking owlishly with those almond shaped brown eyes of his, "I don't think I've ever come so hard before."

He turns his head enough to slide his mouth over hers, his tongue dipping between his lips to lick hers. The hand in her hair slides to her rear, squeezing her flesh as he tries to remember how to breathe.

She felt his orgasm in that way that they share certain things, her body acting in response to the stimuli, and as he comes down she can feel her inner walls contracting, the tingly comfortable feeling spreading through her almost as if the orgasm had been her own. In all likelihood she'd come too, just not quite as hard as him.

Her hand continues to pump his cock until it's gone soft, and only then does she let it go, absently wiping her hand on the sheets before sliding it up to his face. She smiles as he kisses her, and kisses him back, slow and indulgent of him and the state she's put him into.

"I've never heard you scream like that," she murmurs against his lips, smiling again. She knows why he likes all the noises she makes, now.

He swallows and his skin tingling and prickling in the aftermath, his length most of all once she releases him. He can feel that same ebbing feeling in her and he wonders if she came too, just from getting him off.

"I don't normally- not like that." He had liked it, of course, but he'd never come so hard that it made him scream. Finally, he lets go of the sheet to bring his hand to her cheek as he leans in to kiss her again. His hand traces down her body in a slow descent: her throat, her collar bone, her chest, and finally all the way down to her waist where he holds her close.

"Did you come too?" Otherwise he absolutely wanted to return the favor.

His hand slowly drifting over her skin draws a sigh from her lips, and she smiles warmly at his question, nuzzling her face against his.

"I think so. Not as enthusiastically as you did, of course," she teases him quietly, her hand sliding into his hair. They'll probably need to take another bath after this, but it's well worth it.

"I said I was going to do it to you, not the other way around." He mirrors the gesture, nuzzling into her face as she did him. He hadn't been expecting her to give him a hand job or a blow job, and yet she'd done both to great effect.

"You definitely surprised me, though." His hand on her waist moved along the soft curve from her hip and her outer thigh as the two of them just laid together, enjoying the warmth and the company they gave one another. He liked these moments of stillness between them, when there was nothing between them to break the moment. He also loved being able to touch her bare skin, the soft swell of curves that he traced with his fingers an interesting distraction as he mapped out each one.

Everything about her was soft and beautiful but he knew there was also a hardness underneath. Yet her heart was completely without ulterior motives. She told him when he was wrong and also accepted the things he wanted even when he was afraid to voice them. That made her more beautiful than anyone. They didn't have to share loneliness anymore.

Rey smiles, her hand absently stroking down his neck, her head resting against his as they lie together in the peaceful aftermath. This is one of her favorite things about their time together, when they can just share space with one-another, touching and being touched.

"It just happened. I didn't have a big plan to go down on you, but once I did..." she flushes a little, ducking her face against his shoulder. "I see why you never complain about doing it for me."

"It's not something I ever would complain about. I told you, didn't I? I like watching you. I like being able to feel the exact moment when you break." Their connection afforded him that, but he liked feeling it physically too, the way her muscles tightened and her legs tried to grab onto him to hold him there. He liked the almost power trip that came with it. It was like a high.

When she ducks her face he kisses the top of her head, reassuring her that it was far from embarrassing to him. When it came to himself there were still things that embarrassed him but all of it fell away. Watching her come undone was like poetry to him.

His reassurance helps, and she turns her head to the side after he kisses her head, looking up at him from where she lays.

"You get all that when we're having sex, too, don't you?" She knows it's not exactly the same, it's harder to focus when they're both in the moment and have so much overlap in their emotions, but still.

"Not quite. I'm usually a bit more distracted, as I'm sure you can imagine." He smiles a bit, content. She was warm, curled up next to him in bed. His hand lazily drifted up and down her back.

"Like right now." He leans in to kiss her as he speaks, wrapping his arms around her.

She loves the feeling of his hands on her, and smiles as he leans in to kiss her. Her hand drifted down to rest on his chest.

"I'm distracting you right now?" she asks between kisses, knowing full well the answer. They could focus when they were together, when in battle they moved like one person in two bodies. But when alone together and naked, there are some obvious distractions in that situation.

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He wasn't going to admit to the embarrassing fact that many of his thoughts recently had begun to center around her. It didn't hurt that they lived together, that he knew his actions - good or bad - were things he needed to consider when it wasn't just him he needed to think of anymore. He had never been in a relationship before. He had never let anyone get so close.

"Yes. You're very distracting," he murmurs, his hand drifting up her side and beneath the bend of her arm. She distracted his thoughts with minor things like wanting to know what she might think about something or what she was doing when they weren't together during their respective duties. He half expected their Force connection to constantly pull them together at times.

His hand drifting up her side gains another smile from her as it tickles faintly, and she bites her lip before kissing him again. She knows sometimes when his thoughts drift to her, she can feel it in the back of her mind. Sometimes she wonders why their connection didn't open up, but maybe it was because there was so much harmony between them when they were together.

"You're distracting, too," she replies after a moment, pressing her forehead against his.

It was a strange thing to feel affection for another person. He knew that he would do whatever he could to make her happy and to be able to have these quiet moments together. That love only made him desire her more.

"I used to think that made me weak. Now, I think I know differently." This great love between them made him far from weak. She made him stronger than he'd ever been. She wasn't afraid of him or using him for his power. She loved him for who he was, the still moments like these and whatever ugliness he possessed in between.

He sighs contentedly when her forehead touches his, his hands moving down her sides again so he can adjust them in bed, with him sliding a leg over hers to move on top of her. His hands caress her skin, moving from her sides to her legs and back up again. Their exchange of body heat made him feel as content as a lothcat and he never tired of touching her. Kissing was another of his favorite pleasures all on its own.

Already that desire to make love again stirred in the pit of his stomach. It brought them closer than they were now and he craved that, wishing that the two of them could just melt into one another until neither knew where the other started or ended.

"The Jedi had that wrong, didn't they? Love makes us stronger, want to fight harder for each other," it was a strange thought, but she knows it's true. Obi-Wan had never rebuked their affection for one-another, so she's sure that more than a few Jedi must have felt the same. She has felt so much stronger with him at her side than she ever did alone, though.

She smiles as he rolls them so she's on her back, him on top of her as he caresses her sides. Her desire for him is easy to rekindle, because it seems like it's always there just bubbling beneath the surface. She never knew she could want another person so much. Her own hands she slides into his still damp hair, combing through the messy strands and messing them up even more.

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