'Rey, unless they're little Force-babies, I think we're safe for the moment,' Kylo spoke. There was wistfulness to his tone that she had never heard before. 'I'm not really here,' he continued and to prove the point, shimmered out for a second. Rey stared at him, stunned more by his tone and the idea of a 'Force-baby' than the obvious biology lesson.
'What's a Force-baby?!' she spluttered out. Kylo's response was to laugh. It was a happy, full-on, belly-shaking laugh… no doubt at her expense. It was her first glimpse of Ben Solo.
He touched her face, weaving his fingers into her hair and lifting her head to meet his lips. Rather than answer her question he nibbled her ear and neck. Rey was ready to forget not just her query but her own name as his fingers started to explore the rest of her body. 'Ben…' she sighed and his movements suddenly froze. She looked at him dazed, eyes drooping so close to ecstasy… 'Don't stop,' she pleaded.
'Say my name.' He demanded.
'Ben…' She repeated, moving her body against him.
'Say my name.' He repeated, his tone growing volatile.
'Ben?' Rey froze in her own movements and looked at him. It took her a bit longer than a second to realise what she'd just done. 'Oh…' her world stood still. 'I'm…' she started and stopped. She didn't know what to say. There was only one man in front of her but he definitely had two names. She loved them both.
A feeling of panic filled her. Was he angry? Was he going to disappear? Would she be left alone, raising force-babies? She still didn't know what force-babies were… she sighed, 'I'm sorry Kylo. I saw a glimpse of your old-self and it was mesmerising…'
'I'm not angry Rey,' Kylo soothed the wave of panic as her emotions pierced through the shock that had engulfed him at the sound of his name. Guess he wasn't the only one struggling to control his moods. He was drawn to Rey and it seemed the feeling was mutual… on more than a physical level.
'You don't need to apologise.' He continued, kissing her softly. There was quite a bit of Ben left in him… and she'd been the first person to bring it out of him… in a very long time. He tilted her head so he could see her eyes. He saw questions but no fear. She was fearless, His Girl. He put the cap back on the bottle that housed his emotions.
'Force-babies are a myth.' He returned to their original subject and smiled. Rey seemed relieved… he couldn't tell whether it was because of what he'd said or the change in atmosphere… or because his fingers had returned to where they'd been exploring just a few seconds ago.
Rey moaned for him. It was involuntary and she was hardly aware she was doing it. Kylo savoured every note. He doubled his efforts, drawing her closer to release. Her breathing was rapid and her heartbeat rang in her ears. She was riding his fingers while his thumb teased her clit.
'I want you.' She demanded, 'I want you inside me.' It seemed he was moving too slow as she hissed, 'Now!' for good measure.
He took it slow. She was so wet and ready it would have been easy to climax without much effort. But where was the fun in that? She lay before him with her legs on his shoulders and he slid in and out of her ever so slowly. His fingers played with her erect nipples as her arms grasped the edge of the bed so she could get more friction, more speed.
Kylo looked at the play of emotions on her face. It was beautiful to watch. He moved his fingers back to her clit and gave her the release she'd been seeking. Her moan of relief was music to his ears. He dipped his head into her and tasted her. She didn't have time to recover, before another wave of pleasure hit her.
Her body felt like jelly. Her muscles seemed non-existent as she floated in a haze. Her man was multi-talented… and very selfless. She felt herself being lifted. What was Kylo doing? She found herself bent over as he entered her from behind. He had to hold her hips as she nearly buckled at the feeling. She was suddenly very awake and aware of the amazing sensations spreading across her body. His rhythm was intoxicating.
Kylo moved his hands to cups her breasts; they fit perfectly into his palms. He was close to his own release but he wanted her to come again. She deserved to be worshiped and adored and loved. He couldn't hold on much longer. His thrusts became deeper and faster, until finally he felt her muscles tighten around him. He knew she'd come, so he let go. Would his black satin sheets need a wash when he got back? He wasn't really worried. He stopped thinking for a while…
