Happy new year everybody. ;-)

Chapter 10

"Look at this tiny nose! And those little fingers! Oh my God, Frances is so cute!"

Rose was rocking the little girl in her arms while Rey sat in a chair by the bed with the second baby. Poe, looking tender, watched them as he stroked Kaydel's hair. The poor thing was still pale and groggy, but she'd insisted on introducing the twins to her friends just as soon as the doctor had authorized visits.

"Rian just smiled at me!" Rey exclaimed.

Just like Rose, she was already in love with the baby cuddled up next to her.

"I'm not sure babies a few hours old are capable of doing that intentionally, Rey. But I'm willing to believe that my son inherited my charming side," Poe bragged.

"I just hope they inherit everything else from Kaydel!" Rose snorted, laughing.

The sun's rays filtered through the window and bathed the room in light. It had been a trying night, straining them all to the breaking point, but everything had worked out fine in the end and the Damerons were now parents. Despite the fatigue, they radiated happiness and Rey suddenly felt envious of them. She was especially happy for Poe who, like her, had lost his father and mother at a very young age and had always dreamed of starting a big family.

"You did a good job. They are absolutely perfect. I'm so happy for you," she breathed, suddenly letting herself be overcome by emotion.

Her voice had trembled slightly as she'd spoken those last words, and she could now feel her eyes brimming with tears. She was so relieved. She had been absolutely terrified, for Kaydel and for the babies.

Poe got up from the bed and went over to her. He put an arm around her shoulders and hugged her close.

"And I'm happy to have you both," he replied before kissing Rey on the forehead and winking at Rose.

Rey savored this almost brotherly embrace, while Kaydel's soft, slightly hoarse voice rose from the bed.

"Yes, thank you so much. You guys are the best."

"Yes, we are…" Rose grumbled, equally moved. "In any case, don't you dare do that to us ever again!"

"I can reassure you, Tico, that we're going to wait a while before doing this again," Poe joked.

The two young women stayed to talk for a few more hours and finally went home separately.

Coming out of the elevator, Rey walked to her apartment on autopilot. Her eyelids seemed to weigh a ton, but she miraculously managed to insert her key into the lock and open her door. She ditched her shoes in the middle of the hallway, dragged herself into the living room, and dropped her full weight onto the sofa. Her neck was sore from spending the night half asleep in the hospital waiting room, and she realized that she had barely eaten anything since her meal with Ben at the restaurant. Her bag was lying next to her and she grabbed her phone inside. Her finger slid across the screen, and she sat up abruptly when she saw that the actor had left a new message.

BEN: Sorry I couldn't answer earlier. I spent the day with my mother and my phone died. Relieved to hear that your friend is doing well. You must be exhausted. I'll call you tomorrow. I miss you. Ben.

He had been so sweet the evening before, offering to drive her to Staten Island himself. She had kindly refused, preferring to go back home and take her own car. So they'd returned to Caroll Gardens in his Ford Falcon Futura 50.

"Thanks again. I'm so sorry," she'd stammered as she got out of the car.

"Go, go!" he'd ordered, his face serious and his eyes full of concern.

She'd tried to reach him earlier this afternoon, but her calls had all gone straight to voicemail.

She was exhausted, yes, but she needed to hear the sound of his voice. She pressed his name in the contacts and brought the phone to her ear. After just one ring, Ben picked up the phone.

"Rey, is everything all right?"

The young woman began to smile.

"Yes, it feels good to finally talk to you."

"I'm so sorry, my phone was dead and…"

"Well, it doesn't matter," the young therapist cut him off, leaning against the cushions and tilting her head back.

"So it's true? Is everyone all right?"

"Yes. The babies are adorable. And they'll keep Kaydel at the hospital for a few more days."

"Okay."

"By the way, I'm not interrupting anything, am I?"

"Are you kidding? I've been thinking about you all day."

Rey's heart instantly turned into a big, soft marshmallow.

"I wanted you to know that even though our date ended a little too abruptly for my liking, I still had a wonderful time with you last night. So thank you," she replied.

"Me too, I had a great evening."

The timbre of his voice was captivating, his words reassuring. And so, despite deep exhaustion and her desperate need to sleep, she felt a burning desire begin to bloom low in her belly. She just wanted him to be here on this couch curled up against her, to breathe in his scent, to feel his breath on her skin, to be able to touch him and be touched in return. She wanted to tell him, but she didn't dare.

"Maybe we could schedule another date?" Ben added, almost shyly.

"Let's do it," Rey answered with a small laugh.

"The problem is that I have a very busy agenda this week. I'm having lunch with my agent tomorrow at noon, then dinner with a producer tomorrow night, a photoshoot on Wednesday, and I have to go to Florida on Friday for the opening of a new 'Galactic Wars' attraction at a big amusement park. I won't be back until Sunday."

"Wow, what a schedule!"

"Because of my accident, I've managed to avoid this kind of thing until now, but I can't escape it any more since it's in my contract. Are you free Wednesday evening?"

"I work all day, and in the evening I have to meet my grandmother to finalize the preparations for her birthday party. The birthday girl has decided she wants a group of musicians to liven up the evening!" she laughed. "Basically, there are still a lot of things to take care of."

"Thursday evening then?"

"Thursday's fine. At my place?"

She was scheduled to work the next day, but she didn't care. She had no intention of waiting any longer. She didn't know how far they'd go that evening. She hoped they would exchange more than just a kiss this time, and she blushed just thinking about it.

"Your place sounds perfect."

"I should warn you, I'm not as good as the chef at Jamie's restaurant, but I promise to do my best."

"You know, I'm a pretty good cook. Maybe we could work together? And I'll take care of bringing the wine."

She wanted to jump in her car, drive to his apartment, and show him how much she wanted things to finally happen between them. If only she wasn't about to fall asleep right here on the sofa, still fully dressed!

"Cooking together is fine with me."

"Great! Well then, good night, Rey. I'm looking forward to Thursday."

"Good night, Ben, I'm looking forward to it too."

OooO

Amilyn's office, which she shared with a colleague in Manhattan and where she worked two days a week, had a breathtaking view of Central Park. By the end of March, the trees were beginning to show the colors of spring, the lawns were regaining their brilliant green, and the cherry trees were all in bloom. Sitting comfortably in her huge chair on Monday morning, the psychologist had been watching Ben for a good 15 minutes.

He was standing in front of the panoramic window, and in ten years of therapy with him, it was certainly the first time she had seen him so talkative and relaxed during a session.

"I'd forgotten how much I love the character of Bale. I still remember all the lines I learned at Julliard when I first performed the play. It's crazy, I feel like it was yesterday!"

The young man then turned towards her, his face radiant and his hands in motion.

"Mace did a great job directing and I love working with Zorii. As for the others, I didn't know Greg Thanisson and D.J. Hacker, but we hit it off right away. Anyway, I'm excited and I really want this production to be a success."

"I can see that," smiled the psychologist, rolling her pen between her fingers. "When I called Leia this morning, she told me that you had lunch together yesterday and that Luke was there."

"Yes," Ben confirmed simply. "Do you want to know if I still want to kick his ass when I see him?"

"I do indeed want to know."

Ben chuckled and came to sit down on the couch facing her.

"As I told Luke, I don't want to live like that anymore, with resentment and regret."

"I'm glad you two finally worked things out. He needed it just as much as you did."

Amilyn started to jot a few notes down in her notebook, and Ben grabbed the cup of coffee from the coffee table in front of him.

"You do know that my uncle hasn't changed his address?" he asked casually.

He took a sip of coffee, and the corner of Amilyn's lips rose slightly.

"May I remind you that I'm the one who is supposed to be making innuendoes to get you to tell me what's in your heart. Speaking of heart… How are things going with Rey?"

Ben then told her about their misadventures over the weekend and announced their plans for Thursday night, and Amilyn smirked to herself as the tip of her pen slid back across the paper. She wasn't in the habit of patting herself on the back, but she had to admit that so far her plan was going well. Playing matchmaker was her favorite pastime when she wasn't trying to pry into other people's subconscious, and she had to admit that she was pretty good at it. (Wasn't Han and Leia's fabulous love story, after she had introduced them, ample proof of that?)

Here she had killed two birds with one stone. A few months earlier, Rey and Ben had both needed healing - in every sense of the word - and Amilyn had sensed that bringing them together would be a great idea. And she'd been right. Phase 1 of the confrontation followed by mutual taming had worked, phase 2 in which they were to fall madly in love with each other was a complete success, and phase 3...

Amilyn had a hunch that phase 3 was right on track.

OoooO

As expected, the beginning of the week had been rather busy for Rey. She'd finished unpacking her boxes and helped Maz with the final details for the party, all while working every day at the clinic.

The big day of her date with Ben had finally arrived, and Rey was in the process of completing her last patient's file on the computer at the reception desk when Rose came up behind her with a sigh.

"Well, that's it, I'm out of here. I just closed the front door and turned off the lights in all the rooms. Carmen will be back to work tomorrow as usual. How much longer are you going to be? Do you want me to wait for you?"

"No, it's okay, Rose, you can go. I'll just be five minutes."

"What time is Ben supposed to arrive at your house?"

"At seven thirty."

"Do you have the ginger and honey for the chicken recipe I gave you?"

"Yes, I have everything, don't worry."

"You bought fresh ginger, right? It has to be fresh to get the full aphrodisiac effect. Although you're both so smoking hot, you don't even need that to fan that flame!"

"Rose…"

"And for the raspberry chocolate lava cakes, it's just eight minutes in the oven at 400 degrees, don't forget!"

"Rose, it's okay, Ben and I will figure everything out! Now go or you'll be late for your movie night with Paige."

"Condoms!" exclaimed Rose. "You have condoms, I hope!"

Rey pretended to be offended, rolling her eyes. But that actually was the first thing she'd thought of while shopping the day before. She saw herself again in the pharmacy section, in front of the multitude of multicolored boxes wondering which "model" to pick... She had forgotten how much choice there was. The last time she'd used condoms was in the first few months of her relationship with Finn, a year earlier. Then she'd gone on the pill, and hadn't stopped since.

Textured for more sensation, flavoured with passion fruit, strawberry, or exotic fruits, glow in the dark, and even "extended pleasure" with a male desensitizer to help delay climax. It was crazy! A real puzzle! Not to mention all the different sizes!

Rey had chosen an ultra thin, wide model, because after all, didn't they say "big hands, big..."? (As long as the saying wasn't a lie!) She'd then continued shopping with her cheeks burning, trying to repress the salacious thoughts that had suddenly popped into her head (passion fruit flavor must be nice...), and also to concentrate on finding the ingredients she needed for their dinner (she needed eggplants… uh, not eggplants… ginger, that's right).

"Have fun at the movies, Rose! Don't drool too much over Armitage Hux, and kiss Paige for me," the young therapist replied with a smile.

"Call me tomorrow and tell me all about it, okay? I want to know everything!"

"I promise."

"Great! Hope you have fun too! Love you."

Rose slipped out the back door, and Rey went back to work. She was finding it harder and harder to concentrate. Excitement was building at the prospect of her impending date with Ben. It was six o'clock when she turned off the computer and was about to pick up her things from the practitioners' locker room when she heard someone pounding on the lobby door.

When she approached to see what it was about, she found two young boys outside the entrance. The larger one wore a pair of rollerblades tied around his neck. Encumbered by the bulky shoes, he was struggling to support the smaller boy, who was hopping on one foot. Rey could hear them arguing behind the glass.

"It's nothing, Harlan! I'm telling you it doesn't hurt that much! Besides, Mom's gonna yell at us if she finds out we went out on the street while she was at Miss McDermott's!"

But Harlan seemed way too scared to listen to his brother. When he saw Rey near the counter, in her blue scrubs and white sneakers, he realized that she worked there and looked imploringly at her, laying his hand flat against the glass.

"Ma'am, please! Please help us! My brother has just fallen and his knee's already swollen up to twice its normal size!"

Rey unlocked the door and invited the two kids into the waiting room.

Her shift was over. She had to go home now if she wanted everything to be ready in time for Ben's arrival. But her gaze immediately turned to the boy's swollen joint, and her initial intention of redirecting them to the nearest emergency room didn't last long when, almost on the verge of tears, the taller one repeated:

"Please, ma'am…"

Shit... she sighed mentally before putting her bag back on the floor.

So Rey spent the next half hour taking care of little Jackson Talbot's sprain, while his older brother waited sheepishly in a chair nearby. When Rey asked why they weren't wearing pads, Harlan replied that they couldn't afford them and that they'd found the rollerblades in a trash can. And Rey could see that these were indeed in poor condition. Despite the two kids' pleas, she contacted Loretta Talbot, a single mother who worked as a receptionist during the day and as a home care aide in the evening. The poor woman arrived fifteen minutes later, completely panicked, and Rey had to reassure her that her son was okay and that she wasn't going to call social services on them. Loretta thanked her with a hug, and Rey felt a little twinge of sadness as she watched the three of them leave the clinic with the pair of crutches she had provided Jackson.

She was now running through the parking lot towards her car. It was 6:45 p.m. and she was late. She unlocked the door and threw her bag on the passenger seat, but as she sat down behind the wheel she heard someone calling from behind her:

"REEEYYYYY!"

The young woman's hand tightened on the car door. She knew that voice very well.

She turned around slowly to find a wobbly Finn Storm leaning against one of the lampposts lining the road near the main entrance. Behind him was a taxi, the driver of which was also looking in her direction through the lowered passenger window.

"REEEEEYYYYY!" Finn shouted again, this time waving wildly at her with his arms.

The young man tried to walk down the sidewalk and almost tripped. The taxi driver, annoyed, then got out of his vehicle to shout in turn:

"Hey you! Would you mind taking care of this guy? And pay me as well, while you're at it! I've been carrying him all the way from Park Avenue, and he almost threw up in my car three times!"

Shit, shit…

"I can't believe this..." she let out as she slammed her door and walked back across the parking lot to join the two men.

She hadn't responded to the texts Finn had sent her. She had thought that he would understand that she was no longer interested, and that he'd let it go. So what the hell was he doing here, without her ever telling him that she was now working at Brookdale?

"He's completely drunk," the driver announced with a sneer as Rey arrived just in time to catch Finn, who was threatening once more to pass out in the shrubs along the roadside. "You at least know him, don't you? I don't want to leave you with him if the guy's a psychopath or whatever!"

"We both need to talk… yes, we need to talk…" stammered the young man, now clinging to her shoulder.

"Yes, it's fine, I know him," Rey sighed, feeling a surge of apprehension mixed with anger rising within her.

"He's lucky he ran into me and not one of those dishonest Uber assholes! Anyway, the fare is forty dollars."

Rey found Finn's wallet in the back pocket of his jeans, found some cash in it, and paid the driver, who got back into his cab. People passing them on the sidewalk were giving the young man distressed looks, so Rey decided to take him across the parking lot to her car. She grabbed his waist to hold him upright and forced him to move forward. Finn did not make it easy for her, to say the least. With his head against hers, Rey could smell his whisky-laden breath.

"For God's sake, Finn, what were you thinking, getting drunk like that? And what are you doing here?"

She didn't remember telling him about her new job in Brookdale. He must have called Whitegrove to find out where she was.

"I got the contract! Can you believe it? Five million dollars! And I'm going back to London tomorrow. So I celebrated with colleagues… And I thought to myself… I want… It would be nice to continue the evening with Rey… Because…"

"Come on Finn, make an effort, keep going," she grunted as she tried to make him turn left.

The car was only a few yards away, and Rey didn't really want to hear the rest of his answer. She knew that what he was about to say was not going to please her.

"Because I realized something, Rey… I think I'm still in love with you. And yet I know that I've ruined everything and that you don't want me anymore. And do you know how I know that? Because you haven't answered my texts…"

Rey opened the passenger side door without answering and pushed him inside.

"I just wanted us to spend some time together… like we used to. Because I miss you. I've acted like such a jerk. I let you down, Rey... if you only knew how much I regret it. I'm so sorry."

"Finn, look, we've already talked about this."

"I still love you, Rey. Please come with me to London. It's too lonely there."

"Finn, stop…" she replied, more and more exasperated. "It's over between us."

"Why didn't you even answer my texts? It's because of him, isn't it? Ben Solo, the fancy movie staaarrr ! He's the one you love now, isn't he?"

The young woman, who was about to close the door, suddenly froze.

"I saw the way you two looked at each other at the clinic," he sniffed. "Jesus Christ, Rey, I'm so sorry. I'm just a selfish, pushy jerk. I've ruined everything between us… You're a wonderful girl and I'm incapable of loving anyone properly. I always screw everything up…"

At this, Rey's shoulders slumped and the desire to toss Finn out of her car, leave him stranded right here in this parking lot and maybe run over him a few times for good measure, had vanished. Calling Rose for help would be pointless. She must be in the middle of the movie with her sister right now. No other taxi would want to pick him up in this state and take him back to his hotel, and it was out of the question for her to leave him here alone to spend the night outside. The only solution was to take him back herself. And that would take her at least a good two hours.

Shit and double shit…

Rey raised her head to look at the sky.

The first stars were beginning to appear on the yellow and blue shades of twilight, and the young woman realized that there was no point in checking the time any longer.

Damn it. What had she done to have such bad Karma?

Wearily, she grabbed her phone from her bag. She had to call Ben. He must already be about to leave his apartment to meet her at her place.

Hand on the door, she'd just started dialing the number when Finn leaned abruptly out of the car and spilled the entire contents of his stomach all over her immaculate sneakers.

OoooO

Leaning against the railing of his terrace, Ben raised a glass of wine to his lips.

Straight ahead, he could see the lights of the Brooklyn Bridge and the Manhattan skyline. Above him was a blanket of stars in a cloudless sky.

His dinner at Rey's had fallen through at the last minute.

An emergency had come up at the clinic, she'd said before apologizing profusely on the other end of the phone. And just like that, the excitement he'd carried all day had completely deflated.

Ben would have laughed if he wasn't so disappointed. So he had opened the bottle of Pinot Noir that he'd bought for the occasion, and ordered Chinese.

When the evening wind got cooler, he decided to go back inside. He took a shower, put on a pair of pajama bottoms and a T-shirt, and finally settled down on his couch with the two new scripts that Monica Mothma had sent him in the morning: a first film by a young and apparently very promising director, and yet another blockbuster whose action took place in space. Would he find himself trapped in stuffy and uncomfortable costumes once again? Pity...

As he opened the script to start reading, his phone on the central kitchen island beeped with an incoming text message. Ben stood up with a sigh and unlocked his phone.

It was Josh, his assistant, telling him that his flight to Florida the next day had been moved up. The flight now departed at 7:30 a.m. instead of 9:00 a.m.

That's fine. Might as well go to bed then.

But just as he was about to put his phone down, another beep sounded and a message from Rey appeared on the screen.

REY: Hey. It's me again.

Surprised, Ben smiled and his fingers flew across the keyboard.

BEN: Hey. I'm glad it's you.

REY: It's late. I hope I didn't wake you up?

BEN: No you didn't.

REY: Are you angry about tonight?

Ben worked his jaw absentmindedly from side to side as he considered his response.

BEN: Just disappointed to have been deprived of the pleasure of your company. I really wanted to see you.

A few seconds went by, and Ben wondered if Rey was still online. Then the three little grey dots flashed again on the screen and the young woman's answer popped up.

REY: Well, that's good because I'm actually outside in front of your building.

Rey was standing in the middle of the sidewalk. She wasn't sure which building was Ben's so she waited, phone in hand. She had stopped in front of the garage door behind which she knew the actor's blue Ford Falcon was parked. Her heart was pounding and her hands were sweaty.

As soon as she'd pulled out of the lot at Brookdale, Finn had simply dozed off against the passenger side door and snored all the way back to his hotel. When they'd arrived at the Manhattan Inn, one of the bellhops had kindly helped her drag her sleeping ex-boyfriend to his room. She'd thanked the good man, and as the door closed behind him she'd already made her way to the small desk in the corner of the room to write a note to Finn.

Have a great trip back to London. I wish you all the best for the future.

Rey.

That would have to do. She was still a little angry, but she just wanted him to finally be able to move on, and she hoped the message was clear enough.

Then she'd got back in her car and drove home with the windows down and the radio on full blast.

It was while crossing the Brooklyn Bridge that she'd finally decided that no, Karma or Destiny or whatever Force rules the universe was not going to win tonight.

So she'd put on jeans, an AC/DC T-shirt, and a pair of sandals that she fortunately always kept in her gym bag, stowed her soiled sneakers in a plastic bag and her work clothes in the back of her trunk, and walked quickly out into the New York night onto Warren Street.

Now her car was parked a hundred yards away. Around her, the street was almost empty.

In her hand, her phone remained distressingly silent, and she began to panic.

But suddenly, a door to her left at the top of a staircase opened, and a dark-haired giant in pajama pants, a white T-shirt, and no shoes ran down the stairs looking for her.

Rey's mouth went dry. Her heart skipped a beat.

Ben's smile was huge when he finally saw her and went straight for her.

She had started to shiver and was about to speak when two huge arms suddenly embraced her and a greedy mouth pressed against hers. Rey closed her eyes and let herself be carried away.

She was in heaven, or maybe hell - because she could feel her blood boiling, her senses in turmoil, her skin ablaze. She opened her lips and met Ben's tongue with a sigh of ecstasy. Oh my God, it was so good.

A hand slid up against her cheek, wrapped around her jaw, passed over her neck and then up through her hair. She didn't know what to do anymore. She wanted to touch him too, but the one ounce of sanity left in her at that moment was screaming at her that it would be rather improper to do what she wanted to do to Ben Solo in the middle of the street.

When the actor finally released her to catch his breath, the only word she could utter was his first name, whispered against his lips like a promise.

"Come upstairs with me, please," he breathed out.

In response, Rey bit her lip and gave him a flirtatious look, then walked backwards towards the stairs, dragging Ben along with her. They went up together into the lobby of the building, passed Mr. Artoo's empty counter, and rushed into the elevator. When the doors opened on the top floor, they were pressed together again, Ben covering the young woman's neck with kisses, Rey clutching his hair, his shoulders.

The actor used his elbow to push open his door that had been left ajar, and Rey looked up for a moment to see the full expanse of his apartment. It was spacious and modern, and there was a terrace with a beautiful view of the promenade, the river, and the illuminated city.

She would enjoy it later.

Right now she only wanted one thing: for Ben to undress her and for her to undress him. She wanted to taste his skin, to feel him on her and inside her.

She had fantasized about this moment so many times - only now it was really happening. Ben Solo was all hers tonight. Her hands went under the cotton T-shirt, stroked his stomach and his waist, then moved up his back to brush the small bulge of the scar on his spine.

"Take this off," she ordered, and Ben soon found himself shirtless.

"Your turn," he replied, pulling the T-shirt with a portrait of the Young brothers over her head.

Their shirts were abandoned on the living room floor, along with her sandals.

They moved through the apartment, kissing passionately, until they finally reached the bedroom. Rey landed on the bed, panting, and immediately unbuttoned her jeans and pulled them down until they bunched at her ankles. Ben finished removing them without taking his eyes off her for a second, and she soon found herself without underwear as well.

Oh my God, he was in such a hurry!

She wasn't complaining, though - she wanted to scream at him too, to hurry up. The sight of his impressive erection, visible through the thin fabric of his pants, pulled a triumphant smile from her.

Ben began to kiss her calves, moved up her thighs, and suddenly her entire sex was covered by a mass of dark hair and eager lips.

Rey struggled to realize what was happening to her for a moment, but soon her moans were echoing throughout the room as the muscles in her stomach tensed deliciously.

"God, you're soaked," Ben breathed against her drenched folds.

"And you are extremely talented," she said, laughing ecstatically and gasping.

Her clit was engorged and throbbing, her whole body quivering. Suddenly her hands gripped the sheets and her legs began to shake as she reached the edge of exploding. Oh yes, Karma could definitely go to hell tonight because Ben Solo was giving her masterful cunnilingus, and she was about to come fast and hard against his tongue.

"Ben, I'm going to…"

She didn't have time to finish her sentence. The orgasm surged over her like a tidal wave and she screamed her pleasure against her clenched fist.

It felt so overwhelming and she needed time to come down to Earth.

When she opened her eyes again, Ben was smiling up at her with a bit of a triumphant air. His gigantic shadow seemed to cover her whole body in the dim light of the room. She knew his anatomy by heart. Well, most of it - but now she wanted to discover everything.

"Take that off too," she purred as she pulled Ben's hips out of his cotton pants.

At last they were both completely naked and the exploration could begin again. They caressed each other for a long time, until Ben reached an arm over to his bedside table and pulled out a small silver packet.

"Let me do it," Rey said maliciously, grabbing the condom and pushing Ben to lie on his back.

She now had a breathtaking view of his superb erection and began to smile, noting that for Ben Solo, at least, the saying "Big hands…" did not lie. She tightened her fingers around his penis and pumped it once with her fist. Then the temptation was too strong and she took his beautiful cock in her mouth. Just the head of it to begin with, which she laved and circled with her tongue. She felt Ben completely at her mercy, his jaw clenched and his breath short. Suddenly he grabbed the back of her neck and gently accompanied her head movement as she descended lower and then slowly rose again.

"I can tell you now, I've dreamed about this so many times," he raved.

But Rey had already torn open the condom wrapper and was now unrolling the latex over Ben's length.

"So have I…" she whispered in his ear, gently straddling him. Ben whispered her name reverently once more as she sank down onto him, his cock finally seated deep inside her.

The feeling of being completely filled made her quiver, and Ben stifled a sudden moan, biting his lip as soon as she began to move.

"Shit, Rey, this feels so good."

"How did I resist all this time?" she breathed out.

"I just thought you were immune to my charm."

His huge palms rested on her breasts and began to knead them gently, rubbing her hardened nipples with his thumbs. Rey instinctively arched backwards to increase the friction. The pressure was mounting. Her skin began to glow with sweat.

She needed more support as she began to ride him harder, so she put her hands on his, moving them from her chest to press their palms together, interlacing their fingers.

"God, Rey, I'm going crazy," Ben growled.

He had closed his eyes. She could see that he was struggling to control himself and, playfully, she sped up again. But she was soon caught in her own trap. The orgasm returned, even more intense this time. She didn't even have time to scream. For a few stunning moments, she couldn't see, couldn't tell up from down, didn't know whether she was still straddling Ben Solo in the middle of the bed or had been thrown far out into the stratosphere.

She collapsed on top of him, trying to catch her breath, and she was still shuddering with pleasure when their positions were switched again. She found herself pressed against the mattress, her thighs spread apart by the hips of her lover, who had now begun to pound her mercilessly while she was shaken by another spasm. It was unbelievable. Was she going to come again? She felt like she was rediscovering her body. Since when had she been able to have two orgasms in a row only a few seconds apart? But she already had the answer. It was because of him. Because of Ben. Because of the magic of his fingers, the scent of his skin, the strange connection that seemed to have formed between them the minute they both let their guards down.

"Ben, your back," she stammered, her eyes half-closed, and Ben let out a small laugh.

Absolutely amazing and so adorable. In the middle of a hot session of sex, Rey still found a way to worry about him. This woman was a gift from heaven and he was never going to let her leave his arms again. In response, he accelerated once more, and felt Rey about to tip back over the edge.

"Oh my God, Ben, oh yes..."

They both had their mouths open and their eyes locked. The world consisted of just her and just him, and then he felt Rey's velvet sex contract violently around him while she stopped breathing. He too was breathless. He threw his head back and exploded inside her with a hoarse groan. The flood of endorphins left him in a state of total bliss, and he crashed with all his weight alongside Rey.

Once the condom was removed and dropped at the foot of the bed, both of them lay still for a moment, eyes on the ceiling and breath jerky, patiently waiting for their heartbeats to return to normal.

"What a good idea you had to come over," Ben spoke first, stroking the young woman's hip with the back of his hand.

"Yeah, it was an excellent idea," Rey replied, curling up against him.

She brushed her hand over his waist, then moved it up to his neck to plunge her fingers into his hair and trace the curve of his ear. Ben turned his head towards her and she raised her chin to kiss him tenderly.

"I don't want to go to Florida tomorrow morning, I want to keep you with me in this room until the end of time," he whispered, pressing his forehead against hers.

"Oh I really love that idea too," she replied against his mouth.

And Ben sighed with contentment, telling himself that he really was the happiest man in the world right now.