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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.

"They were wrong about a lot of things, but then so were the Sith. Snoke as well." He had it drilled in his head over and over to cast out his weaknesses, but he had never been able to let go completely of the things that pulled him to the Light.

His hands move down to her legs, that bubbling arousal rekindled as he touches her between them. It didn't take long for him to move her the way he wanted her and he sunk into her warmth again, always slow and careful at first. It was as if each time he was afraid that he could hurt her. He had spent years of his life being a violent monster. The last thing he wanted was to be that person with her.

"I love you," he whispers, his forehead pressed to hers. Her hands exploring his hair stir him on as he rolls his hips into hers.

Rey was about to say something about bringing up Snoke in the bedroom, but he chases the thought away with a touch, and she sighs as he slides into her. She bites her lip as she wraps her legs around his waist, heat flooding her abdomen. She's heard people who complain about their significant others, older couples sick of one-another, but she can't imagine that ever being them. She can't imagine ever being sick of him, and the way he makes her feel. Especially in moments like this, she feels complete in ways she won't ever fully be able to articulate.

"I love you, too," she replies, humming her approval and arching up into him as he rolls his hips into hers, her fingers tightening in his hair.

It was honestly a blessing to him that they weren't like other couples. Yes they had disagreements but they never misunderstood where the other was coming from. Their connection afforded them a closeness and an alignment that no one else had.

Her legs around his waist brought him close to her and he didn't waste it. His eyes closed as his hips rolled back and forth against hers in steady thrusts. He wanted to take his time and yet that impatient streak battled to win out. He was always impatient by nature but there were times like this where he wanted to be still and slow and savor the moment.

She was warm to the touch and the way she rolled her hips against his made him groan as she tightened her hold on his hair. His hand reaches for the headboard to give him something to channel the pent up energy as his hips drive her into the mattress. He could still feel stickiness from earlier but found it only made the slide inside of her easier. Not only that but he liked imagining her full of him, unable to get him completely out.

"Yes. So good..." He didn't even realize he had spoken aloud, caught up in the moment as he is. He felt almost uncaged, being able to set the pace as he wanted. If he decided to flip her over in the bed and fuck her from behind, he knew he could do that too. She liked having sex with him as much as he did with her.

Her eyes stayed open, focused on his face as he drove into her, each movement stoking the fire in her veins higher. Her breathing came out in uneven bursts and the sounds she made weren't entirely for his benefit this time, more wild and unbidden. The thoughts in his mind somehow arouse her too, from the thought of never being able to get him out of her, to his uncaged animal desires. She did enjoy this as much as he did, like in so many aspects of their relationship, there is balance in the depraved parts too.

Lifting her chin she brushes her lips against his, her hips continuing to rise to meet his in steady, noisy rhythm. Her grip on him shifts, one arm wrapped across the back of his shoulders, holding her closer to him, giving her a little more angle to press her body to his. She sucks on his bottom lip, little hitching gasps escaping her as each press of his cock sends tiny waves of pleasure arching through her body.

"I love the feel of you inside me," she murmurs in response to his nonsensical commenting, almost as lost in the moment as he.

He didn't often voice some of the more depraved thoughts he had, worried about being looked at differently by her. There were other moments where he wished he could drag her down into the dark with him and keep her there. At the same time he was drawn to her light like a moth to a flame. He had tried to fight against it but found it easier to let it in. Their shadows balanced out within it.

His nails dig into the headboard, leaving marks, as he drives himself into her sweet cunt. He liked the little sounds she made and the way she indulged his nonsense words. Her own just stroked his ego further. She was his and he was hers, darkness and light come together in perfect balance. He never wanted for anyone or anything else again.

"Kriff, you're so good." He gasped against her mouth as she wrapped her arms around him, pulling the two of them close enough to kiss. Letting go of the headboard, his hands cradle her face for him to kiss her mouth. They were undoubtedly becoming a sweaty, sticky, mess again. If he could have fucked her in the tub properly he would have.

For now he contented himself to remain in their disheveled state, watching her face and the way her breasts bounced lightly when he fucked her into their bed. He wanted to make good on that joking promise to make her come five times - or more. He wanted to watch it happen each time.

There's some added intimacy to him cradling her head, for reasons entirely her own. She wouldn't trust most people to touch her face the way she let him. The head is something meant to be protected in battle, and she'd grown up constantly on the edge of battle. Giving him so much control over her body, willingly, it's a large act of trust for her.

But it's trust he's earned. She stares up at him, her lips parted as she exhales in short breathy huffs, pupils blown wide in arousal. She can feel the precipice, so close that impatience to get off makes her squeeze her legs a little tighter around him, as if she could some how push him deeper than he already was.

"Ben," she moans his name, almost pleading.

His eyes were almost black, darkening in his arousal. He lets out a grunt as the two of them rut frantically with one another. He palms at her breast for the sake of having that physical connection. He wanted - needed - to feel her climax for him.

"I want you to come," he gasps, the muscles in his stomach tightening as he feels her legs wrap tighter, "please come for me." His own breathing was erratic. He was as close as she was, rebelling against it until he could feel her walls tighten on his cock as she came. His thumbs trace the shape of her cheek bones and draw back to her ears.

He could feel glimpses of the trust she had in him, the intimacy they both felt in this moment, and it made his heart swell in his chest with the emotions it caused. She trusted him with her - body and spirit - and it was more than he deserved. The feelings passing between them broke his focus for just a moment but he finds it again, blinking through eyes that burned unbidden with moisture.

His hand on her breast adds another point of contact, egging her on a little more, adding to the arousing ache thrumming through her body like a tightened wire. She wants to laugh as he tells her what he wants, begs her, but she can't because it's impossibly hot.

The conflicting emotions roiling inside him somehow just overwhelm her all the more and she presses her forehead against his, her breath hitching as he overwhelms her and she comes with a cry, every muscle in her body tensing and releasing as she tips over the edge, each breath as the euphoria washes over her accompanied with a softer moan, like there's too much feeling inside her and the only way to release the excess is to press it out of her body vocally.

Insides twisted up like a knot, he holds her tight to him as her orgasm ripples through them both. His breathing is ragged as his hips stutter into her as the tension rolls between them. He finally squeezes his eyes shut, his lashes wet as the tension gives out, and hits his own peak with a relieved groan. He was seeing stars, feeling her climax rippling out into his senses as they clung onto each other. Maybe they might not make it to five today, but he certainly enjoyed the mind numbing and nerve tingling pleasure he got as all that tension broke and his spend filled her again.

His limbs felt weak as he slumped on top of her and held her close, his hot breaths ghosting over her skin. His ears rang as his senses drifted back to normal and he leaned in blindly to brush his nose over hers before leaning in to kiss her. They definitely would need another bath. As the thought enters his mind he can't help but chuckle as he combed his fingers through her hair and brushed his thumb over the top of her ear.

For several blissful seconds Rey feels like their entwined bodies are floating, like nothing else in the universe exists but them. She holds onto him through it all, her legs unwrapping from the waist and falling to either side of him on the bed.

When he seeks her lips the kiss she gives him is almost automatic, winded as she's still mostly out of her body, though she slowly refocuses as he chuckles and his fingers in her hair bring her back. She blinks slowly, her eyes focusing on his as a slow smile spreads across her face.

"Are you crying?" It's a weird thing to focus on, but it's the first thing she really sees, his eyes are wet.

"What- no." Sure, she can read his thoughts, but he's not about to admit that he'd felt how much she trusted him and was emotionally affected by it. Hastily he rubs at his eyes with the back of his hand, frustrated to find the betrayal there.

"Not in a bad way, at least." He can't exactly deny what's right in front of her face so there's no point in avoiding honesty either. "It just took me off guard, feeling what you felt. It usually does, but this time was different."

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