Perhaps a sense of possessing needs to come to come before a sense of genuine sharing.
- Stephen R. Covey
Rey woke up, hours later in the dead of night, wrapped in Ben's arms. She had longed for this peace for years, emotion swelling in her chest as she felt his own rising and falling with his breaths. Who knew what the day would bring, where they would be years from now, but right here in this moment they were perfect.
Her lower body shifted closer to his and she smiled against his skin, feeling his semi-hard erection. She wondered what he dreamed of, or if there was anything other than biology right now. A thigh shifted between his, an unclothed mirror of what they had done the night before.
It had only been a few days, but to Rey it seemed like ages since she had felt his skin slide against her own. It felt like home, even with his maelstrom of emotions that would never fully calm. She liked that.
A kiss pressed against his chest as she dragged her fingers down his abdomen, feeling his muscles twitch in response and her lips quirked up. Her hand wrapped around him and squeezed gently, pulling him slowly out of sleep. Her thumb grazed the tip of his cock as her lips made their way up his neck with a slow, methodical rhythm. She nipped at the edge of his jaw and as her lips finally hit his, she was pulled on top of him as he seized her with his arms and rolled onto his back.
"Oh," she gasped in surprise, but he didn't let her say anything else as he kissed her again, hard, his arms caging her. Her body was slotted against his, her hand ripped free and pressed against his chest for stability as his mouth opened against hers and she let out a tiny sigh.
Her breasts dragged across his skin, making him shiver underneath her as he pulled away.
"I wanted to surprise you," her face was pulled almost into a pout as they looked at each other. Ben loosened his arms as a hand ran down her hair, making her shiver at the intimacy. He seemed free, more open with his caresses now. Finally succumbing to the inevitability that was their attraction to each other.
"I'm always surprised by you, Rey," he murmured as his hips lifted slightly, erection rubbing along her slit. But it wasn't what she wanted, not just yet.
Ben made a soft sound as she pushed her body down, deliberately dragging her chest against his stomach, abdomen, sliding his dick between her breasts before she slowly pulled away. He was fully hard now and his face was a mixture of need and hesitancy.
She was going to have to do something about that.
Rey bent down, running her tongue along the length of him, tasting traces of her own arousal from where he had rubbed against her. Hands pushed down on his hips as she licked him, savoring each line and edge of his skin.
"Please," he muttered, trying to push up against her for more pressure, but her hands held firm. Rey smiled when she noticed his hands fisting the sheets. He was trying so hard to let her take the lead.
"Let me take my time, I've missed the taste of you," she said before wrapping her lips around the tip of his cock, hearing him huff and groan in response. Her tongue pressed against the tip, the flat plane dragging down and around it. The last time she did this, it had been only a precursor to his present. This time, she wanted all of his focus on her lips as she sucked the orgasm from him.
Ben's body curved and rolled up as she sucked the tip hard, and it pushed him further into her mouth, making her moan and dig her nails into his hips. "Yesss, just like that."
Her hand wrapped around the base of his cock, steadying it as she pulled away, licking her lips as her eyes met his.
The look he gave her was pleading and she laughed softly, a smile curving her lips as she dipped and took him in her mouth again. Her tongue rolled around the bottom of his cock as she slid down further, so slowly she felt his muscles tighten as if he were trying desperately to control himself. It made her feel heady with power again, reminding her of just how much he needed her.
Her lips touched where her hand gripped his shaft, twisting around it, and she slowly pulled back to the tip, tongue running along the sensitive slit. Her hand pulled away, grabbing his and placing it on her head in silent command.
He knew just what she wanted, Ben always did. As his grip tightened around her hair, she slid his cock into her mouth again, so far that it hit the back of her throat. And then he thrust up into her, holding her in place as the rest of him slid down her throat, threatening to gag her. But she had known, had wanted all of him, and instead sucked hard, pressing her tongue against him as much as she could.
"So pretty wrapped around me, always taking all of me, sweetheart," the name made her heart swell and her eyes fluttered closed.
He pulled her up, letting her breathe as she watched him, panting.
"Do you want my cum in that pretty little mouth of yours?" He asked, voice low and thrumming in her ears. Rey nodded eagerly, legs spreading wider as she straddled his leg, rubbing against him. "Then get back to it."
Her heart raced as he shook her head to reiterate, and she opened her mouth to him again. He was rougher this time. She was grateful as he pushed into her mouth, his tip hitting her throat before sliding down each time, spit dripping out of the corners of her lips as she sucked him off.
His breath was becoming ragged and she knew he was close, and her hand gripped his balls hard. It surprised him and he came without any warning, a rush of cum shooting into her mouth and down her throat.
She swallowed as much as she could, but it was more than usual and as she pulled off his cock finally, another spurt hit her cheek.
"Sorry," he breathed, loosening his grip on her hair, fingers threading through it now instead.
"Don't be," a finger wiped his cum off of her cheek and he cleaned it himself as he watched her lick her lips, tongue cleaning her mouth.
Rey climbed up to curl up beside him again and he leaned over to kiss her briefly, another silent thanks. His arms wrapped around her tightly as he spoke.
"I don't know how practical it is for me to keep coming here," she tensed at his words, expecting him to back track from his words earlier. "Maybe I should find a new apartment, away from the diplomatic enclave."
Her body relaxed, ashamed at her reaction. "I think that would be nice."
"It would be just us, no one else has to know," the earnestness in his voice made her weak and she simply pressed her face into his shoulder and nodded. He smelled clean, irresistible.
Ben stood on the edge of the spaceport in the diplomatic enclave, watching as yet another military leader arrived from the various planets belonging to the Republic. The Senators had eventually agreed with him, although not without strong influence from his mother and the supporting documents she had from their trip.
Cautious defense was their order, which made him grind his teeth in frustration; but they had at least agreed that he would call in military representatives to coordinate drills. Or what they were calling drills, should anyone ask.
Really they were flexing their might, should the First Order make whatever move they were planning.
Ben sensed darkness on the horizon - he should speak to the Council, of course, but not today. Today he was serving as the Republic's envoy.
"Lieutenant Berrg," he nodded as the last one arrived, a woman from a small planet that focused on quick drone-powered ships. She gave him a curt nod.
"Agent Organa-Solo, I've heard many things about you," he raised an eyebrow at that, unsure what would have put him on this woman's radar. She had short ear-length hair, pure white; it was a cutting compliment to her dark red outfit. "One of your fellow Jedi was placed in our home recently, for assistance. He spoke of you in great detail."
Ben filed this information away, unsure what he would have done to cause stories to be told about him - even as a Jedi. But then he supposed it was rare for a Jedi to leave the order at all, except through death. He escorted her to the rooms and then made a quick exit, headed for his speeder with long, swift strides.
I'll be there soon. Her voice filtered through to his mind, soothing the urge to solve the puzzle immediately.
Her speeder stowed away next to his and she activated the cloaking, not wanting to give any hint that Ben had visitors. Not that anyone knew about this place, he had made sure of it - but he was viciously cautious and protective of them and Rey knew better than to pick this particular battle.
She pressed her palm against the lock on the door and it slid open, Ben standing in front of her. Waiting. She sensed the storm of his emotions that was particularly intense today, but his body relaxed as soon as he saw her step through the door.
"Rey," his voice welcomed her home as she stepped into his arms. They wrapped around her, squeezing tightly and resting against her lower back. A kiss pressed against the top of her head and her heart fluttered at the unexpected sweetness.
You've become soft in your old age.
Rey felt him growl and she pulled away, smiling up at him.
"I'll let that one slide, padawan," the word on his lips now caused a visceral reaction in her body and she shivered with the unspoken promise of pleasure. He would definitely get her back. Later. "How did training go?"
She snorted, training. He had felt enough through the bond, but he delighted in hearing her tell him. She followed him as he gracefully settled on the corner of the couch and she sat next to him, her feet tucked under her as he pulled her close.
"I don't know if I'm cut out for helping train the younglings. It was as if everything I told them went in one ear and out the other."
"I'd think you'd be perfect for that, considering your propensity for ignoring me. Your Master," he drawled and she punched his stomach in retaliation. "Hey!"
Rey huffed and tried to pull away, "You're not my master anymore, Ben - and I did not ignore you."
His arms pushed under her and he lifted her across his lap, "Maybe you're right, but you'll always be my padawan. And the entire reason we did what we did was because you did, in fact, ignore me."
Ben was right, but she crossed her arms as he cradled her in his arms, ignoring the way his biceps flexed against the back of her neck. He would have died had she listened to him, she knows this for sure - and so does he. It set off a chain reaction that neither one, despite attempts, had been able to stop.
I didn't really want to stop it.
She watched as he stared down at her, a small smile curving his face.
"Did the representatives give you any trouble?" Rey grinned at him, knowing it was far more likely that he would be giving them trouble.
Ben's head rolled back as he let out an exasperated sigh, remembering the way the rage and frustration had licked up like flames inside his body. With each bow, stilted conversation, and the entourages.
You need a release.
"We both do," he spoke into the air, but his body pulsed at her suggestion. Rey felt his arms tense as he stood up in one smooth movement, a show of his physical strength that made her body flush with attraction. "I would like to try something."
She shivered at the excitement in his voice, wondering what new edges they would push today. Closing her eyes, she relaxed in his arms as he carried her into his bedroom and laid her on the bed gently.
Drawers were opening and closing and she pushed onto her elbows to watch him stalk around the room.
"What are you looking for?"
"Something suitable," was all he said.
He disappeared into the large closet that was only half-filled with his things, reminding Rey of his offer - there was plenty of space here, for them. But for now, she chose to stay in the temple. He understood in a way, but his face had darkened at the errant thought that she might think twice about being with a temperamental former Jedi.
A sound like silk being ripped apart made her sit up, moving to kneel on the bed as she watched him re-enter the room holding a long wide strip of black fabric.
"Find it?"
He spread the fabric between his two hands, holding it up for her to see. It had been ripped from something, but its surface shined slightly with the city lights as it moved with his hands.
"Take of your clothes, Rey," she obeyed without another thought, watching his brown eyes as they followed her hands that untied her wrapped tunic, sliding it off and exposing her bare chest. Ben took a few steps towards her, knees hitting the edge of the bed, but simply watched her as she leaned back. Fingers slipped under the band of her pants and she pulled them off with her underthings.
He just watched her as she laid there, the silent inspection of her making her skin prickle with anticipation. Rolling up his sleeves to his elbows, he knelt on the bed, hovering over her body as he leaned in to kiss her.
Rey was hungry for him, as she always was, but today she knew they both needed each other more than usual. His lips were insistent against hers, driving her head into the pillow as she opened for him. His body hovered over hers, clothing barely touching her skin as his tongue stroked hers.
He pulled up, straddling her hips as her legs pressed together, "I want to cover your eyes as I make you cum on my tongue."
Rey swallowed as she realized what the blindfold was for, her breathing picking up as she saw his erection straining against his clothing. Was she to be deprive of it again? He hadn't fucked her properly since they'd returned after that disastrous trip. His hesitancy would have been endearing if it hadn't been so counter to his nature.
But right now, she felt the fever burning inside of him and it lit her body with heavenly desire.
"Please," she whispered as she locked eyes with him and nodded hungrily. He didn't break contact with her until the silk cloth that had been doubled over settled around her eyes. His hands tied it efficiently behind her, taking great care not to catch any of her hair with it.
Their bond hummed with an invisible energy as she felt him hover over her, each breath heavy against her cheek. His thoughts raced, too fast to keep up with, but she could see herself as he saw her. Chestnut hair trapped beneath a blindfold, sandy skin flushed with desire.
His hand on her heart made her jump, not expecting it, "Your heart is racing, little Jedi. Are you afraid?"
She didn't answer as she felt him lean to whisper in her ear, "I'll only give you what you can take."
Rey let a soft puff of air out as the hand on her chest shifted, a thumb brushing against her awakened nipple, circling around it lazily. She couldn't sense anything other than his hand on her skin and it was as if each touch burned with electricity as he dragged his hands along the edge of her body. Tracing her slight curves he finally reached the place between her thighs, only lightly grazing the outside. Feather-light touch making her whine.
"Don't be a brat," he chided as he moved between her legs, spreading her thighs wide as she bent her legs. "Good girl."
The praise made her keen as his finger pushed up her slit, teasing and testing her sensitivity. Her hands rested above her head, pushing back into the pillows as she arched her body, searching for more pressure than he was giving her.
She pushed all awareness of the Force away, wanting to experience the deprivation of all her senses except touch and sound and immediately felt the ache of his loss. But it was quickly replaced with a concentrated press of air against her exposed clit as his head dipped lower, exhaling and making her moan as the cool air hit her clit, wet from the arousal he had smeared there.
"That's it, Rey," he murmured against her skin. "Just focus on what I'm doing, everything is heightened they say. Just let me make you feel good."
She nodded, knowing he was watching her for confirmation. "Ben, stop talking."
He was smirking, she knew it, but he didn't chide her - the hunger in her voice made him finally dip his tongue between her folds and she cried out at the sensation. It had been so long since they had done this and she wanted to weep with the promise of pleasure.
Hands gripped her thighs, keeping them apart as his tongue dragged across her slit, swirling around her clit, making her heart flutter. His lips enclosed it and sucked gently, her legs straining to press farther apart, needing him to making the most of his contact.
Ben seemed to understand exactly what she needed even without the bond thrumming their desires back to each other, and a hand moved to part the skin around her clit and dragged the tip of his tongue around it once more. The exposure increased her sensitivity and Rey let out a haggard moan.
He laid there, between her legs, for what felt like ages. Rey lost track of time as he sucked with a gentle pulsing rhythm, only small breaks to push his tongue inside of her, curling it against the edge. All she felt was the slight rough texture as the flat plane of it dragged across her clit over and over again.
Her legs became weak, falling towards the bed and making her hips hurt, and Ben silently pulled them to rest over his shoulders, her feet pressing against his back as she arched into him. A hand pushed underneath her ass, caressing it as he finally pushed two fingers inside her.
"Ben!" she gasped, not expecting the intrusion, but as always he knew exactly what she needed and when. Even without the bond, he was attuned to her body and played her like a harp as his fingers twisted and thrust in time with the now-intense sucks of her clit. Her hands moved to squeeze her breasts, needing more stimulation, earning a moan from him as he realized what she was doing.
But true to his word, he said nothing, putting his mouth to better use for now. Another finger pushed in and her breath sputtered and cunt spasmed around him. She wasn't ready, her body shifted against the soft fabric as the darkness threatened to overtake her senses.
The pressure that had been slowly building deep in her belly became the only thing she could focus on as her body shifted down onto his fingers, seeking more pressure.
In immediate response, his fingers curled inwards inside of her and he held them there, stroking against the spot that made her body jerk and quiver. Completely at his mercy as his tongue continued driving her higher and higher towards the sweet, blissful release. Her pussy fluttered against the fingers that were buried deep inside of her until she felt the tip of his teeth graze her clit and she shouted at the new and unexpected feeling, cresting and finally releasing all over his fingers.
Her body rolled into the feeling, her walls gripping him and his tongue softly lapping her cum as his fingers pulled out of her.
Rey's head fell to the side, panting as she came down from her high, barely registering the grunting sounds of skin stroking skin. When she came back to her body, she realized the sounds she heard were him fucking his hand and she whined.
It felt odd to speak in this charged moment, Rey could only bite her lip and listen to his heavy puffs of breath as she realized what he was using for the added slip. She had cum all over the hand he was using to stroke himself.
"Fuck, Rey, you have such a perfect cunt." His voice was hoarse and breathless and her legs wrapped around his thighs as he knelt between her. "You're mine, aren't you sweetheart?"
It wasn't a question, despite its phrasing. It was a command, desperate yet strong. Rey didn't even bother answering as the sounds of him stroking himself picked up speed and she wondered at the ferocity he seemed to need. His intensity.
He let out a hard groan and she heard as much as felt him come all over her stomach and chest, spurt after spurt in hot waves that rapidly cooled against her skin. It was a heady feeling, and she knew it was his way of marking her. No one would ever know the depths of their passion for each other, or that she smeared his cum across her breasts with her hands as he took her blindfold off.
Her fingers were covered in his cum and she lifted them to his lips, watching him suck her fingers clean of his come, eyes hooded with desire.
"Yours," she whispered.