[ She had underestimated how good that would feel to hear, even knowing how good it felt to be woken by the proof of his persistent want of her. Rey's cheeks color with it, some, her eyes a fraction darker for how desire dilates her pupils. The effect she has on him has no equal. Before her, he'd have let no one touch him like this, and she knows it. She'd fought hard battles to get where she is here, and she's conquered him.

Before, he'd recoiled from the very hint of wanting her. Now he can't get enough. ]

About how you want me?

[ She chases the question, insistent. ]

You want me wrapped around your cock again? Twice wasn't enough for you, was it? Tell the truth. [ She leans down over him, reaching her free hand under the sheet to grip his cock in her fist, firm and possessive rather than coaxing and teasing. ] It'll never be enough.

[ This, she knows, because she feels it too. She craves him. And she's insatiable. The act of straddling him alone stretches out the aching muscles that had seen no use til last night, releasing a pleasant burn that makes her body feel fresh and usable again. ]