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“Come here, Rey.”
His voice was soft. Softer than Rey’s standard-issued blanket that she had wrapped around her at the moment.
Her face burned with shame. Damn the Force for connecting them at such a…inopportune time. And even worse, how embarrassing that she was, well…
Doing it wrong.
She had been laying on her bed with her hand between her thighs, trying desperately to coax some feeling from herself. She and Kylo were…seeing a lot of each other. Or rather, talking a lot through the Force and sometimes, if she felt like it, kissing. And every time he pulled away to end the kiss, she desperately felt a longing in her loins that she had hoped to replicate and satisfy on her own.
But alas, she had been, as he said when he suddenly appeared in her room, “doing it wrong.”
“How would you know?” she had shot back, and the teasing lilt of his lips vanished.
“Just holos,” he promised, but she had not been so sure.
And now, here he was, still whole and present and calling to her.
Rey wrapped the blanket around herself, mainly to shield her bare lower half from his penetrating gaze and shook her head.
“I don’t need your help,” she quipped. “I doubt you’d be much help anyways.”
His eyes were dark as she saw his hand gesture with purpose, and then the Force was gently pushing her forward.
She pouted a bit but didn’t resist, especially when the Force stopped pushing her once she was at the edge of the bed.
“Are you shy?” Kylo asked. “Because I’ve imagined much more than this.”
Rey flushed, her tan skin deepening. “I’m not shy.”
“Then drop the blanket.”
She flexed her jaw for a moment then dropped the blanket. Her large t-shirt was a soft grey, and ended just at the bottom of her hips. Which left herself almost exposed, her soft brown pubic hair peeking out as she straightened her spine.
Kylo licked his lips.
“Come here,” he repeated. When she hesitated, he cocked an eyebrow at her.
“I won’t ask again.”
She wasn’t afraid of him, but something curled in her stomach that was almost like lust, or maybe just curiosity. It was warm and tensed muscles she didn’t know she had. So she crawled onto the bed.
He reached for her hand and pulled her close on her knees so that they were face to face. His eyes never left hers, instead searching her face for something.
“What?” She asked quietly.
He took a moment more before shaking his head.
“You have no idea…” His plush lips opened and closed before he leaned forward and slanted his mouth over hers. She sunk into the warmth of his kiss, tasting him again—like toothpaste, always like toothpaste. How did he do that, she wondered? Did he just brush his teeth constantly in hopes that the Force would connect them?
She laughed, breaking the kiss.
Kylo pulled back, his expression confused and tinged with hurt. She saw this and reached for his jaw, to pull him back to her.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” she said, trying to stifle her laugh. “I was just thinking stupid thoughts.”
He tossed her a small glare, but let her lead him back into a deep kiss. He grasped her hair gently, forcing her to stay connected with him as he kissed her with an edge of desperation—like he had something to prove. Her hand slid onto his neck and into the beginning of his dark waves.
Her big, insecure man.
Finally, when she was sure she would burst without air, he released her to kiss down her jaw to her neck.
“Don’t leave another mark,” she murmured as his lips ghosted over the fading love bite he had planted there last time they had done this. “It’s hard to cover it up.”
“Then stop covering it up,” he replied with a bit of a growl.
He wished she would say those words he always said to her. I’m yours. He wanted the world to know she was his, but mostly, he wanted to know that himself.
She kissed his plush lower lip, hoping to incite another kiss, but he instead but his hands on her waist and turned her away from him. She frowned and turned back, confused. He did it again and kept his hands on her so she would be pressed back into his chest.
“I need you to be patient, Rey,” he said softly. “Can you trust me that much?”
She shook her head as she felt him lift the edge of her t-shirt up to rest on her tummy. Not this again.
“Kylo, it’s fine, I don’t—”
“Shh. I can smell how eager you are.”
He inhaled deeply against her neck and rested both his hands on her hips. Her breathing was shallow now, anticipating…something.
“Take your finger and run it along your folds,” he instructed. “Lightly.”
When Rey just dug her fingernails into his arm, he took her hand and helped her begin.
“Feel that?” He whispered as she gathered a bit of slick wetness on her fingertip. “That’s your body preparing itself for me.”
Rey shivered, and no cocky retort came to mind. He grasped her wrist lightly and brought her finger up to his lips, wiping out every thought she had entirely as he sucked on her finger.
His warm, wet mouth was somehow foreign and new on her sensitive fingertip. She closed her eyes briefly before opening them to find him staring at her.
“Turn around,” he instructed her again, and she did so, gently resting against his chest.
“Now dip in a little farther. Get your fingers coated.”
She did as she was told, shifting a bit at the strange feeling of touching herself there, where she was sensitive.
“Good girl.”
He pressed kisses to her neck and murmured his next instruction.
“Feel the little nub at the top? Yes, there…That’s your clit. Rub around it, gently.”
When Rey had been furiously meddling around down there, she had discovered her clit but hadn’t known what to do with it. Now this…this felt good.
She felt Kylo swallow against her throat as she let out a small whimper. She wanted to ask him to touch her, but was afraid it would be too…forward.
“A little faster, sweetheart.”
His voice was a little hoarse as Rey tipped her head back against him, relishing in the feeling of his arms around her, holding her hips in place firmly with his lips trailing kisses down her neck and shoulder.
Embarrassing sounds were beginning to happen—from both her mouth and her cunt. She was getting wetter down there, she discovered, and her hushed moans and whimpers were uncontainable.
“Oh…feels good, Ben…” she muttered, and he nuzzled her cheek.
“Now stop,” Kylo instructed. “I want you to trace your sweet little opening for me. There, a little lower.”
She felt embarrassed—she knew basic health and where her damn opening was. But her hand was shaking as she imagined what he’d say next, something she had never dared to do.
“Slip one finger in,” Kylo breathed. “Just one for me, sweetheart. You can take it.”
He must have sensed her hesitation, for she needed the extra encouragement. She took a big breath, then slowly parted her folds to slide into the wetness. It didn’t exactly feel good at first, just kind of strange. But Kylo took her hand and began moving it back and forth, showing her just how nice a little friction could feel.
“Crook your finger,” he instructed. “Up. Now. Doesn’t that feel better?”
It did. It brushed against something rough that made her squirm in his lap. “Ben,” she whispered, looking up at him while still moving her finger in and out.
“What is it?”
“I want…” She was almost there. She was so close to asking him.
“You want another?” Ben asked, his voice suddenly heavy and deep. “Slip in one more, then.”
She frowned a little, but she was curious. She slid another in and bit her lip.
“Now take your thumb and make little circles right on your clit,” he urged. “You’ll be close in no time.”
She almost did it, as touching her clit at this moment sounded heavenly, but she was not to be distracted. She knew what she really wanted. Needed.
“Ben,” she said, slipping both fingers from her cunt and placing her hand over his at her waist. “Please touch me.”
Ben touched her cheek, and she looked up at him, eyes begging him. He sucked in a breath.
“Of course, sweetheart,” he said, giving her lips a quick kiss. “Let me show you how.”
He took his time though, grasping both of her breasts, one in each hand and toying with those first before moving down. Over her stomach, down her hips, even across her thighs. Then, with one careful hand, he cupped her sex.
“So wet,” he mumbled. “Just for me, waiting for me to touch you.”
Rey took another deep breath, imagining how thick his fingers would feel in comparison to hers.
He was surprisingly gentle. He circled her clit for a while, using his other hand to hold her still as she began to thrash a little against his hand. Then, he slid two fingers inside her, and her mouth dropped.
She was being stretched. And it felt good. Like she had been waiting for this. Every tiny movement was friction despite her slick, and he crooked them just so—as if he knew just where to touch her.
“Oh, Ben!” she moaned as his thick thumb rubbed her clit and his fingers pumped in and out. “Oh Gods, yes!”
“Hush now,” Kylo murmured in her ear. “Think of what would happen if your little friends heard you and came in here. Saw you fucking my fingers, taking them as well as you’d take my cock.”
Rey just groaned and thrashed in his arms. His words seemed to be quiet, as though he really was hushing her, but his tone was proud. He wanted her to be loud and lewd as he touched her. He would have loved it if all her friends saw them together.
“Want…I want…I need…” She tried, but Kylo moved his fingers faster and deeper, knowing what she needed without the stupid words.
“Just a little bit more,” he hissed. “You’re so sweet and tight, baby. Just one more finger, I promise you can take it—”
He must have slipped it in, because the instant she felt the stretch, she came all over his hand. He worked her through it, causing the waves of pleasure to overwhelm her. She couldn’t breathe, she saw nothing but white. Her back arched and muscles tightened and cried out. So. Good.
Then it began to fade, and his fingers slipped from her cunt and went straight to his mouth.
She panted, laying back against his chest. He was so warm and solid, and he kept one arm wrapped securely around her.
“You did so well, sweetheart,” Kylo said, squeezing her tightly and kissing her cheek. Rey searched blindly for his lips, and when she found them was rewarded with a sloppy kiss.
Rey curled up in Kylo’s arms and broke the kiss only to bury her face into his neck, where she felt the most safe. He smelled nice and held her so close. She let her heart rate slow before she spoke.
“Is that…Is that what sex is like?”
Kylo laughed, but gently.
“It’s better,” he promised. “Because I don’t have to cum in my pants like an adolescent. But also better for you, because if you like three fingers…well, then you’ll like my cock stretching you even more.”
She didn’t reply, merely content to lay with him quietly for a while. He spoke not in ifs, but in whens. Not if they had sex, but when. As if it was just a matter of time.
Already she ached from the loss of his fingers, and was about to ask him for one more round when she felt the weight of him begin to disappear.
“Rey,” he managed. “I lo-“
He faded away.
Rey bit her lip and sat up to catch herself from falling into thin air. She could still feel his warmth on her skin. She wrapped both arms around herself, feeling empty and hollow.
She ached.