"O love as long as love you can,
O love, as long as love you may,
The time will come,
The time will come
When you will stand at the grave and mourn!
Be sure that your heart burns,
And holds and keeps love
As long as another heart beats warmly
With its love for you."
~Liebestraum No. 3 by Liszt
"A penny for your thoughts," Amilyn greeted Kylo in the parlor of as she handed him a glass of champagne. "You're always intense, but tonight you look like you're plotting to take over the world."
Kylo chuckled at Amilyn and took the glass. "I guess I'm just lost in my thoughts." He certainly was lost in his thoughts, but they were only of Rey. She hadn't arrived to the main house yet, and the longer he waited for her, the more he paced the room in eager anticipation of her body being close to his.
"Your eyes do that brooding thing when you concentrate." She took a sip of the bubbly, and Kylo watched her survey the people in the room. Various servers walked around with trays of food and drink, and a pianist played quietly in the corner. It was a swanky affair for their last night at the retreat.
"You noticed that?" He thought it unusual that anyone would be aware of anything about him.
"We all see it," she revealed, patting him on his arm. He tried to ignore how she lingered a bit too long on his bicep and lightly squeezed it through the material of his white button-up.
"Who is 'we' and should I ask why you notice the way I look?" He questioned in a curious tone.
"Nope. Not unless you want me to tell you about all the women who secretly think you're a hot boss who are all too scared to approach you," she smirked obviously having had one too many.
"I think I'll pass on that information," he said with a genuine chuckle. Before Rey, he would have pursued the possibility of multiple women in the office liking him and what could come of it. Now, he had tunnel vision for one woman.
Amilyn kept drinking and didn't stop talking. Kylo tried to listen, but he was too focused on watching the door for Rey.
In his thirty-four years he'd had many women. In fact, he used to take great pride on the number of conquests he made. Even though countless women had tried, none of those tumbles in the sheets had ever turned into relationships.
Kylo Ren, Vice President of the largest renewable energy company in America, didn't do relationships-until now, and the woman he wanted didn't want anything more than sex. He told himself that he was okay with her using him as long as it kept her close. For now, the greedy part of him thought this arrangement would work. He didn't know for how long, nor did he care.
He was completely and utterly under her spell. But he wanted all of Rey Vassoura and would be at her beck and call for as long as it took to make her his own. He just needed to find the crack in the wall she built around herself and somehow work his way into her heart.
Soon the doors of the parlor opened, and the one he'd been waiting on finally arrived. Kylo's brain went on hiatus and stopped mid-sentence in the conversation he struggled to have with Amilyn. The room seemed to follow his lead as if they all recognized the beauty that entered their space. Wearing a knee-length, black skirt tailored perfectly to fit her curves paired with an emerald green blouse, she had Kylo's full attention.
His eyes flared at Hux as she passed by in a pair of black heels. The ginger seemed to stare a little too long at her, and Kylo would happily gouge Hux's eyes out if it meant he wouldn't look at Rey like he wanted to devour her. He did enjoy the envious look on Hux's face when Rey chose the chair next to Kylo. Beating Hux in any way gave Kylo way too much pleasure.
As dinner progressed, Kylo played nice above the table—it was all business, fake smiles, and casual conversation.
Under the table was a whole different story.
"Five seasons in one week. All I did was watch that damn show. I was hooked," Phasma declared to everyone. The top executives always had lively discussions. This evening, their conversation centered around Netflix, Hulu, and all the shows one could binge watch on all the streaming platforms. Kylo pretended to listen to Phasma but didn't give a damn about "Breaking Bad" or any of the other shows they raved about. He wanted to binge on Rey; take her somewhere and not come up for air for days.
"Same here. That show was so intense. After falling asleep one night after a really gruesome episode, I had a dream someone tried breaking into my house, but when I woke up, it was just my dog scratching at the door to get back inside. Scared the shit out of me," Hux laughed. Ben wanted to roll his eyes at the man but refrained.
"The character development in that show was brilliant," someone else added, but Kylo was no longer paying attention.
Rey leaned into him on his left. Her subtle perfume occupied his personal space, filling him with desire. The smell of a faint floral perfume had already made him hard. She wore that particular scent on both occasions they had been intimate. Her distinct scent immediately caused him to want her. He was thankful for the long tablecloth to hide his attraction to the exquisite woman next to him.
Mid-laugh, he watched from the corner of his eye her expression change as he placed his hand on her bare thigh, caressing her and moving closer to the place he'd loved to be tasting. Her laugh faded into a nervous chuckle, and she took a quick swig of her Pinot Grigio. His hand moved further up.
Rey kept a smile on her face as she scooted her chair closer to the table, letting the tablecloth hide any indiscretions.
"What are you doing?" she questioned him barely audible. She obviously acted annoyed with her tone of voice, but her body gave different cues.
"Touching you." His kneading of her skin continued. "Shall I stop?" he asked barely above a whisper.
Her fingers pulled her curled locks behind her ears, and she sat up straight as if mesmerized by the conversation at the table.
Her legs opened wider for him.
"Good choice," he murmured in her direction.
Making his way to her warm center, his knuckles ran over the fabric of her silky panties. He'd pay a million dollars to see her in whatever lingerie she wore tonight.
"You're already so wet for me," he whispered in her ear.
"Hmm Mmm, you kind of have that effect on me," she hummed. He hooked the fabric with his fingers, moving it to the side to make her available to him. Rey shifted her hips a bit to make sure he had as much room to work as possible. He enjoyed how her slickness covered his fingers with every pass, making his cock yearn to be there.
"I'd love to hear your opinions about 'The Office'. Which one is better-the American version or the British one?" Rey asked the group at the table as if she weren't being touched in the most intimate of ways under the table.
With her question about "The Office", the debate began with those at the table. The executives had already put away numerous bottles of wine, so it didn't take much to get everyone riled up and start their drunken discourse.
As the liveliness went on around them, his finger entered her and began its work. He leaned more to her, making sure his body blocked a direct view to hide his devilry. He took a giant gulp of wine as he slid in and out of her wetness. How she kept a straight face, he didn't know.
Hiking her skirt up even more, Rey made sure he had an all-access pass. He almost came from the feeling of velvet surrounding him. Imagining his cock doing the work of his finger drove him crazy and made her the object of his desires. He didn't need a damn Netflix show to entertain him when he had everything he wanted literally at his fingertips.
Kylo's palm pressed down on her clit, rubbing it gently but adding enough pressure to get a reaction out of her. He watched Rey grip the white tablecloth in one of her hands as the other covered her mouth, muffling any sound of pleasure she might emit. She bucked a little when he added a second finger and picked up his pace.
No one noticed how quiet Rey had gotten. They didn't see her trying to stifle the moans or make sure her body didn't give away what was being done to her. Kylo saw it all, and he reveled in it. No one had a clue what was going on under the table because the lively discussion above the table had morphed into everyone quoting and acting out their favorite episodes and rolling with laughter in the process.
No one noticed the quiet orgasm the IT director rode out while they sang "Staying Alive" and laughed about the crazy CPR episode. Rey laughed along with them, and Kylo noticed she had trouble catching her breath.
"Don't you agree, Rey?" Hux asked out of the blue, waking Kylo and Rey from their fog.
"I'm sorry? Agree to what?" Rey asked back a little groggy. She shifted in her seat but never tried to move Kylo's hand that still was inside her.
"The British version was funnier, don't you think? These guys don't agree," Hux, a Brit like her, smiled as he spoke above the others who disagreed with him.
"I actually adore the American version. Sorry, Hux!" The table clapped at her answer as if it proved their point. The table roared in agreement with Rey and in the next moment, they were on to something else, not even paying attention to the two lovers.
Kylo reluctantly pulled his fingers from her warmth which allowed her to put her clothes back in place. He watched as she drank her tall glass of water and used her napkin to take care of the sweat beading on her upper lip. He used his napkin to wipe her juices that dripped from his fingers. He'd rather be sucking the delicious, salty taste of her instead of wasting it on the linen, but he couldn't lick his fingers in front of everyone. Kylo did own some manners.
Rey angled herself towards his body, leaning on her elbow. She motioned for him to come closer. He obliged and tipped his head down to her.
Her hand meandered to the bulge in his dress pants. He was so ready for her.
"I want you," Rey rubbed his cock in a slow, torturous manner, "to fuck me now."
Shaking the table as he pushed his chair back, Kylo immediately looked for an exit plan to be alone with her.
"We need to get out of here," he demanded in a hushed tone. He took a few deep breaths before he stood. How he was going to get out of here without everyone seeing his erection was beyond him.
"Just follow me closely and I'll hide your little—I mean, big issue," she said in a flirty tone, winking at him.
Their plan worked like a charm until Luke met them at the doorway. They were so close to escaping.
"Kylo, I have an urgent matter to speak with you about. Can I have a moment?" Luke eyed the two impatient employees, but he soon just stared at Kylo.
Fuck, Kylo groaned to himself. He couldn't brush off his CEO, even if he wanted to. Tonight was one of those times where he wanted to use Rey's words and tell Luke to buggar off. The erection had deflated at the mentioning of a late-night meeting. Nothing like his Uncle Luke to be a boner killer.
Luke turned quickly and headed to his office, and seemed to assume Kylo would follow him.
He assumed right.
The look of disappointment on Rey's face just about killed Kylo, but he knew he had to take this meeting. Things were changing in the company, and he needed to show he was ready and willing to be a part of those changes.
Alone in the hallway, he pulled her into his body. Their lips met in a short but intense kiss. Pulling away, their mouths didn't stray far from each other.
"I'll come to you when I'm done. Promise." His longing for her increased with every step he took away from her.
He had an ominous feeling as he walked into Luke's office at this late hour for the impromptu meeting.
"Thank you for meeting with me, Ben." Luke plopped in a wingback chair, holding out his hand to a matching empty chair across from him. Kylo followed suit.
"I'm not Ben anymore," he corrected his uncle.
"Sorry, Kylo. My mistake. After all these years, I still have trouble with your new name. I've always told you, you'll always be Ben to me."
"It's not that new, and as I've always told you, Ben died a long time ago." Kylo knew his uncle knew better, but Luke never missed a chance to remind his nephew of his beginnings.
They stared in silence, daring the other to speak first. Quiet filled the room for what seemed like forever.
"He was a good man." Luke finally spoke first. He crossed his legs and placed his interlocked fingers on his middle.
"I don't think Ben was that good." Kylo shifted in his seat uncomfortable with the direction this conversation headed.
"I wasn't talking about you." Luke looked directly at his nephew. Kylo studied the green walls, the floor-to-ceiling bookshelves, the oil painting on the back wall. He looked everywhere except at Luke.
"I don't talk about it. Ever." He rubbed his palms together, making his arms hurt from how hard he pressed. He didn't talk about it because the pain from losing the man he loved never went away.
"I think we need to talk about it because there's been a snag in my plan."
Kylo's interest piqued. "What plan?"
"The one that makes you inherit all this." Luke casually swept his hand across his body into the room. "The one that where you're CEO after I step down sometime in the coming months, and you take over everything I've built," Luke cleared his throat,"I mean, what you've helped me build."
Kylo sat with his hands on his knees, staring at his uncle. He'd wanted that title for so long, and now the time had come. But, there was a catch, and he was afraid of the hoops he'd have to jump through to get what he wanted.
"Your mother still sits on the board. She owns more than half our stock."
"So," Kylo gave a heavy sigh, "she has to cast her vote for me?"
"Yes, and I'm afraid you don't have it. She has other plans." Luke looked pained to tell him the news.
It didn't surprise Kylo that his mother didn't want him to lead the company. Yet another disappointment in his life caused by his mother.
After the wreck, he vividly remembered his rehab as a young boy and the fact that she never visited. He could still feel his excitement when he finally walked without the walker, but his joy was short lived. As he struggled to put one foot in front of the other, he searched through the small crowd of people to see her proud face. Instead, he realized at nine-years-old the mother he once knew was no more. Without Han, she ceased to function with any emotions at all.
From that point on, she became an absentee parent. She traveled constantly, worked obsessively, and shut herself off in her room whenever she was home. Ben wasn't a thought in her mind. Leia missed recitals, band concerts, and other mundane activities good parents should never miss.
He thought back to the event that was the straw that broke the camel's back; the one that made him leave for good. Leia failed to show up at his last recital for his honors music class, even though she had forced him to practice like a maniac for it. He finally had been hurt enough and wanted to be away from her for good. When he finally left his childhood home, she didn't say a word; she didn't even look up from the book she read.
His mother was impossible, and becoming CEO would mean he'd have to try and move mountains.
"Who does she want?" Kylo asked, looking at a nervous man across from him.
"Armitage."
Once the name left Luke's lips, Kylo raged on the inside. He'd been at the company five years longer and had done more to promote the company and gain revenue than Hux had."You're kidding?"
"No, I'm not. You need to make nice with her." Luke left the comfort of the leather chair and began pouring himself a drink. "Scotch?" Kylo nodded. Luke poured another one.
"That's asking a lot. We haven't spoken since I was seventeen. She's just doing this to mess with me, you know." Kylo downed the Scotch in one gulp.
"Maybe so, but she's a powerful woman." Luke brought the bottle of Bowman's over and poured another round for his distraught nephew. "If you want to be CEO, then you need to mend fences with Leia and somehow make her see we need to keep the company in the family. I want to build a legacy. Hux will ruin everything."
Kylo swirled his second Scotch around in the crystal glass, imagining what he must do. He'd have to make up for twenty-five years of being a bad son. The messed up part was that she'd never admit to being a bad mother.
"You're both going to need to deal with your father in the process. You both lost him. Both of you still hurt. You're both too stubborn to see that you need one another."
"She made it very clear that I'm not her son." Another shot of Scotch burned down the back of his throat. Luke didn't offer more.
"Leia wasn't in her right mind, and you were a child."
"She blames me for my dad's death, you know."
"And, you know that's not true. You weren't driving. You didn't cross the line," Luke countered.
"Yea, well, tell that to her." Kylo ran his fingers through his hair and stood, needing to get the hell out of the office. "Sometimes I feel like it would've been better if he were the one who survived the wreck and not me." He set his glass with a loud clink on Luke's oversized, mahogany desk and made his way to the door. Neither man spoke another word. Drudging up family history didn't sit well with either of them.
Kylo closed the door behind him and leaned against a nearby wall, feeling unsteady on his trembling legs. Fighting his emotions, he wiped his wet cheeks. He hadn't cried in years, so why now? His fingers wiped unfamiliar wetness from the scar on his cheek. The disfigurement was his constant reminder of his dad and the tragic night he lost him. The more he tried to bury his past, it kept coming back to haunt him. Now, he'd have to dig it up and lay it out for everyone to see in order to become CEO.
Before Rey appeared in his life, ambition motivated him most. After his father's death and the subsequent emotional shut down of his mother, he concluded he was the only person on whom he could depend. His career drove him to push for excellence and become the most powerful man in the room. This career at Skywalker Enterprises didn't make him happy nor did it fulfill him, but yet, he still gave one hundred percent to the company. He was damn good at what he did, and that must have been why Luke had bequeathed the CEO job to him tonight-well, sort of.
After their meeting, he wasn't so sure what he was going to do. He realized the driving force behind all his success was to prove to his mother that he was someone of value. He only wanted her to love him. After his father's death, he never felt he could be loved by anyone. Then came Rey and the possibility of love opened up to him.
He wanted to go to her like he'd promised, but he was in no shape for romance. Even though she was everything he'd ever need, he didn't want to scare her away from how he felt right now. He stormed down the hallway and just by chance, he saw a piano.
The gas-lit light fixtures flickered in the parlor of Luke's main house. Only a few staff still worked at this late hour, cleaning up the remnants of joyful gathering that filled this space not but a few hours ago.
Defeated, Kylo hunched over the keys of the grand piano that sat in the shadows of the back corner of the room where they had served hors d'oeuvres and champagne. The tips of his fingers brushed over the white keys, feeling their coolness. He hadn't touched a piano in years, not since he left his mother's house.
An open C chord reverberated off the walls of the darkened room.
Not long ago Kylo's body sung with anticipation of things to come for the night with Rey. Then he had the meeting with his uncle that made him revisit the event that irrevocably changed his life. If Kylo, or Ben as he was then, had not forgotten his tuba, his father would still be here and not be a ghost that constantly followed him.
Using his right hand, he began playing a simple tune he remembered learning in grade school. He didn't know the name or the words to it, but he persisted, finishing the ditty.
His mother made him practice for hours and hours on this instrument, and he hated every moment of it. The drive for perfection ran deep in his blood. Once he left that life behind, he vowed never to touch a piano again.
He laughed to himself. It was the second promise he broke tonight. The first one was not seeing Rey like he told her he would.
The overwhelming feeling of regret set in. Regret for how he handled his mother. Regret for not seeing Rey. Regret for being alive.
His left hand joined the keyboard, and he began playing the melody of a piece he performed in his last recital when he was seventeen. "Liebesträume No. 3" had been banned from his thoughts since then. Too many bad memories came from it, but now, it soothed him.
Playing the beautiful melody was just like riding a bicycle. Dusting off the old sheet music in his memory, he began to remember the song as if he had played it yesterday, and he welcomed it. It washed away the anxiety that bubbled inside him.
He concentrated harder on the music, increasing his intensity over the trickier parts that called for his fingers to move faster than his train of thought. So entranced with the song, he didn't notice the workers still cleaning up around him. His muscle memory kicked in when he began mindlessly playing the first cadenza. He hoped it would help him push aside his feelings of regrets.
Playing rapidly didn't help him forget.
She was probably asleep by now, and he didn't want to wake her in the state he was in. When he finally could get her alone, he wanted to be able to take his time with her, touch every surface of her skin, find out what parts were ticklish, and discover what made her scream in ecstasy.
Right now, being twisted inside as he was, he would end up fucking her like an animal. Rey would bear the brunt of all his anguish. She didn't deserve that part of him inflicted on her. Rey was too pure to experience that dark place that never left his soul.
The more he replayed the meeting, the harder his fingers hit the keys. The constant key changes in the love song he played echoed as he reached the climactic section. The menagerie of notes sounded chaotic, much like his mind at the moment. He hated feeling the turmoil. He'd spent the better part of twenty-five years burying his pain, and now it looked like he'd have to face the demons that never went away.
"You didn't come to me." Her voice laced with a bit of sadness called out from the doorway.
His fingers stopped mid-measure. He could hear his breathing now, and it sounded like he had finished a marathon. No longer focused on the music, he looked to her.
Barefoot, she fidgeted with the belt of her white, terrycloth robe. Something shiny and black peeked out from where it was loosely tied. What she wore under the robe intrigued him. The look she gave him made him fear that she wouldn't let him see more of what hid underneath.
Rey moved out of the doorway and started her way towards him. Stopping short, out of reach from him, she leaned against the piano—her body stiff and rigid.
The sound of glasses clinked across the room and reminded him they weren't alone. He didn't care if they heard him play the piano, but he didn't want anyone else around when she came near him.
"Gentlemen, would you mind leaving us, please ?" Kylo called out to the two men who worked quietly in the room. Without hesitation, the workers left and closed the doors.
"People always do what you tell them to do?" Rey snapped, keeping her arms crossed and body closed off to him. He didn't like it one bit.
One of his hands seized her hip and pulled her down the keys of the piano to middle C, placing her between his knees. She faced him where he sat.
"...I guess so," she whispered as she unfolded her arms, playing a few notes as she set her hands down on the keyboard.
He didn't say a word in response to her. His hands circled her small waist, tethering himself to her. He sighed in relief as he rested his weary head on her stomach. Feeling her hands in his hair gave him a sense of calm he hadn't felt since before his meeting.
"Kylo," she murmured, "what's wrong?" Her hands circled in his hair.
The way she said his name made him feel like he belonged to someone other than himself. No one had ever said his name like she did, and he wondered if facing his mom would be worth it. He'd rather spend his time with the woman who made him feel like he mattered instead of trying to make amends with the woman who made him feel invisible since his father died.
"Talk to me," her fingers pulled his hair and tugged his head to look up at her.
Hesitating a bit, he finally decided to talk. "Um, I got some bad news."
She gently kissed his forehead, lingering a bit on his skin. "And?" she asked quietly.
"I have to talk to my mother."
"What's so bad about talking to your mother?" He forgot she didn't know her own mother and probably would give anything to talk to her. He felt like such an ass.
"I haven't spoken to her in seventeen years. We don't exactly get along." It wasn't that they argued and didn't see eye-to-eye about things. One had to actually communicate with the other to have conflict.
"Oh." Her face looked dejected, but her eyes still sparkled reflecting the gas lanterns in the room.
"Rey?" He began untying the belt of her robe.
"Yes?" His eyes darted up to her and caught her watching him with her lip tucked in her teeth. He loved how she looked when she did that like she was eagerly anticipating his next move.
"I don't want to talk," he said, swooping her up and setting her on top of the piano. Her feet rested on the keys below, making a beautiful melody all on their own. The robe fell down her shoulders exposing the black nightie underneath. Kylo studied the garment. It had a deep cut down the middle where the valley of her cleavage teased him hidden behind the intricate design of lace. The bottom of the chemise got lost where it met the robe that still covered her legs. She surprised him whenever they were together. Before he'd slept with her, he thought she was the most innocent creature. Now looking at her, there was no one more seductive than she.
"God, you're everything," he proclaimed. His hands traveled below her robe and encompassed both her thighs, slowly gliding them up and then back down her warm flesh. Her knees separated as he touched her, and her body welcomed him. It were as if the gates of his heaven opened, and he was granted grace to enter.
Standing, he looked down at her and knew this woman was his anchor, the one who made him feel he like he was no longer drifting aimlessly away from shore. He needed her, and he wanted to do all he could to make her completely his.
Instead of kissing him, Rey's nose circled around his ear, his hair, his cheek. He could feel her shallow breaths puff on his flesh as she did. Not moving a centimeter, he let her explore, breathing him in. His body sensed her every movement. Her exploration soon rested at the top of his scar. He felt her lips tickle the skin where the mark began, and she traced every part of the long gash with her mouth. As she kissed him there, the place that reminded him daily of the loss that happened on that rainy night, he gripped the fleshy part of her ass, knowing Rey somehow made his tragic past a little less awful. Tilting his head up a bit, he let her continue kissing the scar that traveled down his neck. With each touch of her lips, a little bit of the pain went away.
"I'm so sorry, Kylo," she whispered in between kisses. Was she sorry for the scar-the one that required too many stitches to count? Or, was she sorry for his broken relationship with his mom? He really didn't care too much to think about it. Her kisses righted all the wrongs in his life.
Needing her near, he closed the space between them, and she welcomed his body between her thighs. Her lips pulled away, and as she lifted her hands to his face, she allowed her robe to slide off her legs and fall to the floor. Her exposed body begged to be kissed everywhere because it wasn't enough to just touch her.
His mouth went directly to her shoulder; his fingers moved the spaghetti strap away from where his lips wanted to be. As he moved over her skin, tasting her, he felt her pulling his dress shirt from where it had been tucked into his pants. Her nimble fingers expertly unbuttoned his shirt and did it faster than he could've done so himself. She began pushing his shirt off his body energetically as if she were on a mission to get him naked as fast as possible.
He helped finish ripping the shirt off his arms and went back in to kiss her. He took her mouth harder than normal. Kylo internally scolded himself. With his roller coaster of emotions, he needed to reel it in so he wouldn't hurt her. She made a small noise as his hands pressed firmly to her cheeks, jerking her to him. He didn't even remember breathing.
Worried about the semantics of fucking her on the piano, he was thankful the music stand was down, which gave her the small space where she sat. He thought for a moment as he let her tongue play with his and almost got lost in the connection of their kiss. Connecting with her in a more intimate way was going to be difficult, standing in front of the keyboard.
"Hold on a moment," he spoke softly, pulling away from her and walking to the side of the piano. "Come over here," he requested, closing the lid. She swiveled her legs over to him and shifted across the top of the piano to the curve of the black instrument where he now stood.
"Over here okay with you?" he asked when she met him, allowing him back between her thighs. His cock was perfectly aligned with her; the ideal position to claim her.
Without words, she crossed her arms over her stomach and grabbed the bottom of her lingerie. She pulled it up and off her body, leaving her completely naked. She wore no panties. Her olive skin glowed in the flickering light of the lanterns, and she never looked more alluring.
"Fuck, Rey," he groaned. Uninhibited Rey was a gift to him. Her sensuality flowed from her, filling him with nothing but a base need to have her.
"It's more than okay." She opened her legs, spreading herself wide. Her pussy lips were wet and ready for him. Her hand meandered down to her clit where she started rubbing herself, moaning a bit as she did. "I know you think I'm delicate, but I'm a lot tougher than I look." She moaned again from the work her fingers were doing. He stood mesmerized at how this beautiful woman could actually be his real-life, sexual fantasy.
"I want to take care of you, but I'm afraid I'll hurt you," he responded to her words as he forcefully undid his belt and the top button of his pants. Simultaneously, he unzipped and kicked them off his body in no time at all. His cock strained against the black, boxer briefs he wore.
"You won't hurt me, and remember I want to take care of you, too," she purred, taking her hand from her pussy and started caressing his aching cock. "And what you need right now is to fuck me. You need to fuck me hard." His ass felt her other hand stroking him.
As he hurriedly rid himself of his last stitch of clothing, he watched her lay back on the piano—her arms above her head draped around her brown hair. Her legs open; her warmth waiting.
"I want you now," she called out, looking at him with her hooded lids.
So ready to dive into the depths of her, he almost forgot about a condom. In rapid succession, Kylo found one in his pant's pocket, ripped it open, and slid it on.
Urgency overtook him. His immediate need to be inside her was the only thing on his mind. Taking a few steps, he lined up with her and in one motion, entered her to the hilt.
"Fuuuuck," he moaned, feeling her fully. As he pushed hard into her, her back arched, sending her breasts to the sky. He wanted to suck on her hard nipples and take his time exploring her, but his body needed to find its release sooner than later with the way he felt tonight.
Kylo's hands pulled at her hips, ramming her into him with all his strength. It must have felt good to her with the noises she made as she writhed on top of the piano.
The sound of skin on skin and their moans of pleasure echoed throughout the room. He thrust into her with his brute strength, hoping she'd let him know if it was too much. She invited him to be rough, knowing he needed to release years of tension and anger. Rey gifted herself to him so he could his body of the hurt he felt.
"That's it, baby. Let it go," she urged as he pumped his energy into her.
"I'm not going to last," Kylo grunted, moving one of her legs over his shoulder. The switch in position had his dick going even farther in her.
"Keep...fucking...me...right...there, Kylo!" she screamed. Obviously, he hit the right spot.
Hearing her scream his name sent him over the edge. The tightness in his balls hit him at once, and his hips thrust into her one last time with a force that shook the 1,000-pound instrument. As his seed spilled into her, undecipherable noises came out of his mouth. He'd never come that fast and hard.
Not yet finished, Rey orbited her hips a little more around his cock, working on her climax. He was spent and couldn't move, but his cock was at her disposal.
"Oh. OH!" she finally called out as he felt her pussy tightening around him. Her hands gripped the edge of the piano behind her.
She woke him up from his haze when she raised herself up and took him in her arms. He reciprocated the intimate gesture and happily wrapped her in his. With her breasts pressed against his sweaty chest, he couldn't think of a place he'd rather be.
"Thank you," he uttered after a few minutes of silence.
"Hmm Mmm," she hummed sleepily.
"Will you sleep with me tonight?" he whispered in her ear.
"I just did," she joked. Her hands ran back and forth across his chest.
"You know what I mean."
"Of course I will," she answered. "But under one condition, though." Her finger trailed down between his abs.
"What's that?" He asked, still trying to catch his breath.
"You tell me everything about that night."
He didn't hesitate, knowing it was an important step in bringing her in closer to him. If he wanted to make her his own, he'd have to give a part of himself he never gave to anyone. His heart felt lighter than it had in a while. Tonight she saved him from the darkness, and he looked forward to a good night's sleep. For when they slept, the nightmares would stay away with her next to him.
"Ok. I"ll tell you everything." He kissed the her temple.
"You promise?"
"I promise." And, it was one he vowed not to break.