[ That grin she's wearing widens. His honesty feels like a balm for a number of wounds, most of them inflicted by him in the past. He'd never lied, of course, but he held so much back. Seeing the flickers of an easy smile, even intermittently, and hearing him admitting his own weakness feels like rapture. Rey nudges her nose against his cheek, not quite shy but indulgent, charmed. ]
I will. I want to be full of you. [ This, she offers like a confession. She has not wanted to hold it out of his reach. It means denying herself, too, and Rey is no good at that. It's the primary source of her uncertainty about being suited for the role he has encouraged her into, but at the very least, it seems Ben is getting what he wants from it as well.
No complaints, at least. She's encouraged by that. And this next remark comes from someplace more honest: ] Don't come until I do.
[ She says it as she notches the head of his cock at her entrance and presses her hips down. Her chest slides against his as she does, wrapped close to him, and she lets out a prolonged, aching sound of appreciation as he stretches her open. It's easier, this time. Her body more ready, or maybe already adjusted. That's a relief all its own.
The earlier bucking makes her anticipate him grappling with her to some degree, so as she takes him in, her hand slides up his body to close around the base of his throat, the firm wedge of her thumb and forefinger slotted around his throat to bear pressure down. She uses that grip to push herself back up to a sitting position, shifting him inside of her so she seethes and croons. ]
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I will. I want to be full of you. [ This, she offers like a confession. She has not wanted to hold it out of his reach. It means denying herself, too, and Rey is no good at that. It's the primary source of her uncertainty about being suited for the role he has encouraged her into, but at the very least, it seems Ben is getting what he wants from it as well.
No complaints, at least. She's encouraged by that. And this next remark comes from someplace more honest: ] Don't come until I do.
[ She says it as she notches the head of his cock at her entrance and presses her hips down. Her chest slides against his as she does, wrapped close to him, and she lets out a prolonged, aching sound of appreciation as he stretches her open. It's easier, this time. Her body more ready, or maybe already adjusted. That's a relief all its own.
The earlier bucking makes her anticipate him grappling with her to some degree, so as she takes him in, her hand slides up his body to close around the base of his throat, the firm wedge of her thumb and forefinger slotted around his throat to bear pressure down. She uses that grip to push herself back up to a sitting position, shifting him inside of her so she seethes and croons. ]