[ This is better, she thinks. This convulsing incoherence. The flush of his pale skin, the choked aborted sounds of his pleasure as he tries to follow her command. If he had been able to get the words out, they wouldn't have been as beautiful as this.
She works him through his climax, slowing her movements until his pleas have cried off and his body slumps with the fatigue of his ending. Then she pulls the toy free and lets it tumble uselessly to the floor. It has no place here anymore, between them.
Only then does Rey crawl up over him and cradle her body against his again, matching the curve of his spine, wrapping around him and burying her face against his shoulder blade. She doesn't say anything more — she just holds him. Her body aches and chafes, seeking friction, but it's a distant thing now; despite it, she is sated. Just breathing him in. ]
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She works him through his climax, slowing her movements until his pleas have cried off and his body slumps with the fatigue of his ending. Then she pulls the toy free and lets it tumble uselessly to the floor. It has no place here anymore, between them.
Only then does Rey crawl up over him and cradle her body against his again, matching the curve of his spine, wrapping around him and burying her face against his shoulder blade. She doesn't say anything more — she just holds him. Her body aches and chafes, seeking friction, but it's a distant thing now; despite it, she is sated. Just breathing him in. ]