Be forwarded this is mostly just smutty good times xo
If he keeps looking at her like this Rey just might lose her mind. There's a hunger there that is almost frightening as he pulls her down against him on the couch. She falls gracelessly but lands with a smooth thump against his lap. If he's bothered by the impact he doesn't show it because his hands are on her, tangled in her hair, caressing her cheek, roving down over her back. He's like a child experiencing something soft for the first time. His need to touch and grope strong as he carefully avoids any of her more private areas.
His fingertips are painstakingly soft in their exploration, across her shoulders, up her neck, down her arms. He's painting her like a masterpiece made only for his pleasure and when she shifts against his lap she can feel just how much pleasure that brings him. He doesn't come across embarrassed though, tugging on her leg so that she's straddled over top of him giving her the advantage. From this position, she can feel the swell of him pressing a hard line against her centre. His jeans must be ungodlily uncomfortable but at that moment he simply doesn't seem to care.
As his hands crawl up the fleshy column of her neck and she turns her head, her mouth catching his thumb. He allows it to drag across her bottom lip softly plucking at it like a guitar string and without thought her tongue darts out to meet it. Ben's eyes go wide but only for a second as he regains his composure and allows her to lick at his thumb again. He lets it dance across her teeth before dragging the wet flesh across her neck, painting her with her own saliva.
"Tell me I can," he rasps out, his voice almost hoarse as she shifts her hips against him. The movement causes him to draw in a sharp breath and his eyes become unconscionably darker. "Fuck…" He groans as he surges forward, pushing against the angle of their position so that their lips meet and he's devouring her. Warm full lips press kiss after kiss against her mouth as his tongue slowly snakes inside. It's warm and wet and he tastes like tobacco which she normally would hate but goddammit she needs more of it. His hand is at the back of her neck and he's holding her there with a light and encouraging pressure that is utterly maddening. She hates being controlled in these situations but he's not forcing her to do anything, he's just keeping her still so that he can taste her.
His tongue drags the line of her lower lip before drawing it into his mouth, nipping at it softly. "Fuck Rey," he groans and she can't help but love how vocal he is. "Tell me, tell me I can fuck you." It's almost as though he's begging, worshipping at the altar of her body in search of permission. "Tell me you want me to."
His mouth is on her neck, his hands beneath her shirt, fingertips trailing across her skin as he hitches the fabric up inch by inch. She wants to tell him yes, she wants him to know how badly she wants it but all she can do is moan. His nose brushes against her ear lobe softly as his teeth drag against the pulse point just beneath and she's having a hard time holding it together. Kissing has never been such a turn on but there's something in the way his lips move that makes her weak in the knees.
"Tell me, Rey," he encourages, her name like a prayer on his lips as his voice grows softer, nothing more then a growl against her ear as his hands slide awkwardly to her front. His palms pressed against her tightened belly, his fingertips dancing just below the curve of her breast. He's so close that she aches for it, those fingers, those broad blunt fingers tracing the underside of her chest and he's growling softly, the rumble rattling through him as he discovers she's not wearing a bra. "I want to taste you," he says deeply, running his tongue along the column of muscle at her neck. "I bet you taste fucking sweet,"
The breathy rasp that escapes her seems to be answer enough because Ben's fingertips are dancing across her nipples and it feels like she could die right then and there. Her body is on high alert as his large hands cup her breast almost lovingly and he uses the flat of his palm to drag across the sensitive nub at its core. As his hands move he lifts her shirt up until its gone and she's bare to him from the waist up, The cool air of the apartment bites at her flesh as Ben draws himself back to take her in. His eyes drag over her like a starving man savouring a feast and all insecurities slip from her mind like whispers on the wind.
She often wonders if her chest is too small or maybe her hips too flat. Her mouth is broad and all teeth but when Ben looks at her with that raw hunger in his eye she doesn't wonder any of that. She doesn't worry that he might find she looks like a little boy because he's busy placing sloppy, wet open-mouthed kisses against her sternum. She doesn't ask if he's unhappy with what he sees because his hands are on her hips and they're nearly bruising her he's holding so tight as though she's tethering her to this world. She's never felt so perfect in her life, as though she were made specifically for him because when he makes that noise, that rumbling growl or he allows his nose to nuzzle against her breast it feels as though he can't get enough of her.
It's intoxicating the level of confidence his attention bolsters and suddenly she feels that deep need to touch him too. His mouth is everywhere, "Rey," he groans against her chest as his mouth descends upon a nipple and he's moving with his tongue then his lips then sweet blinding stars, his teeth. Not rough and sharp but just the softest of tugs as he pulls away only to blow against her flesh. She can feel the goosebumps spreading but his attention to detail is exquisite. "Fuck I could worship your tits all night," he tells her and she knows he's being truthful because she can feel him and god she needs to feel more.
Her hands claw at his chest, blunt nails leaving soft red marks as her fingers hit his nipple and he gasps. Its the sweetest of reward that pushes her to do it again. His pecs are hard and broad beneath her hands and good god how is anyone this effortlessly toned. He has the body of someone who doesn't try but just is. Smooth lines that are edged just a little as her fingers drag down over his abdominals, careful to avoid the area where he's been hurt. She can't see her hands through the mass of dark hair that is the top of his head as his mouth busies itself against her flesh.
The angle is awkward but she knows she's not far from her desired target because she can feel the way his stomach folds a little, and there's the faintest smattering of hair just below his belly button. When she drags her nails over the flesh there Ben stops, not to end this but to process because she's right there at the edge of his waistline and her fingers are toying with the button of his jeans. "Careful," He warns breathlessly against her flesh and Rey can't help but smile, kissing the crown of his head.
"What happened to 'I want to fuck you'" she purrs in teasing and Ben makes a noise that doesn't even sound human. His hands are at her backside, sliding beneath to support her thighs and without registering whats happening he's pushing them to stand. Or, well he's standing, she's hovering in the air as he holds her steady against shaky and damaged hands. Rey gasps and then giggles as she wraps her legs around him, feeling the muscles of his stomach go taut beneath the motion.
"Bedroom," he growls and it's all Rey can do to give him directions. He bumps into the wall as he kisses her pressing her back against the hard surface as he grinds his hips into her pinning her there a moment. His mouth is on her throat, behind her ear, cross her cheek but when he finds her mouth he pauses a moment as though giving her a moment to process. "Fuck you're perfect, you're fucking perfect," he tells her and it's all she can do to stop the breathy laugh that escapes her lips because it's him that makes it true. It's the way she fits against him, the way his hands search and grope until they've touched every part of her. She would have never believed words like that before but when they fall from Ben's tongue she eats them up like honeyed treasures.
His hips move in a slow and sweet rhyme as he dry fucks her against the wall and it's like being seventeen again sneaking around when Luke had the others out for dinner. Her high school crush Jake Johnson had snuck in through the window and they'd fucked until Luke came home and Jake had to crawl back out the window. Jake hadn't been particularly big on foreplay but what teenager is? He did, however, love pressing her against the wall as though he were some kind of manly man who simply took what he wanted. Jake had nothing on Ben, who's hands are bigger and warmer and far more skilled. Who's mouth says such marvellously wicked things that make her core ache with need. Who's need for her is so strong it makes her teeth chatter because Ben is there and he is everything. Breathing in her ear all the things he wants to do to her, all the things he's going to do to her. That coupled with the slight pressure of him rocking against her and Rey's worried she's going to come apart before the real show even starts.
"Fuck," he mutters and the way he says it is deliciously sinful, "You're so fucking wet, do you feel how wet you are? I can feel it through my jeans." When he pulls her away from the wall he's filled with a renewed vigour that threatens to snap her in two, "I bet you're tight too, are you tight Rey?"
How does she even answer that, she wants to say yes but what if she isn't? She's not a virgin but that isn't what he's asking. It doesn't even seem to matter because when they enter her room he tosses her on the bed as if she weighs nothing at all. There's a damp spot on the front of his jeans and she's flooded with embarrassment as he looks down at the area approvingly. "So fucking hot," he mutters and he's over her again, hovering on knuckles that are biting into the mattress on either side of her head. He's so large and she's so small and fuck, if that isn't a turn-on in and of itself.
"Do you want this Rey?" he asks softly as one hand shifts away and his fingers trace the dampness between her legs through her leggings, "You feel like you want this," He all but groans, "But if you tell me you don't I'll stop right now."
Her lashes flutter and all she can see if his face as it hovers over hers. She doesn't know if she could deny him at this point if she wanted to and good god does she not want that. She nods, eyes wide and bright in the low light of her bedroom.
It's not enough though, "Tell me," Ben whispers, nearly begging to hear her say it.
She swallows hard, raising her hands to trail over the lower region of his stomach again. She doesn't miss the way his breathing hitches, or how he bites his lip as she dips her fingers beneath the waistline of his jeans and the band of his underwear beneath. "I want this." she says, the words coming in short puffed whispers, "I want you," she tells him and her fingers dip lower grazing the hot flesh of him beneath his pants and there's no way he's that big. "God I want you so bad," she whimpers as Ben's fingers draw slowly along the wet line of her cunt.
"Fuck," Ben grunts as his fingers slowly knead her through her leggings saturating the fabric until it's painfully obvious. "You're so fucking perfect. I… can I…?" He hooks his fingers in the band of her pants and gives an experimental tug. His hands feel like they might be shaking and it's strange to think that a man who speaks in such a sinful way might be nervous. If she's being honest though she's nervous too.
When she nods her approval Ben is back on his knees settled between her legs. His hands trace a line down her body as though taking every last inch of her in. In this position all Rey can think about is how her tits practically disappear leaving her with the chest of a twelve-year-old boy who really enjoys cake. Ben seems to think otherwise though, he's worshipping her body as though she were the second coming and that look, that hot needy look, it's enough to make her come undone right then and there.
His first tug is experimental, a question post-approval just to make sure. When Rey's hips bounce in acceptance, her leggings side down over her body effortlessly leaving her bare at the core. He takes his time extracting one leg and then the other placing soft kisses at her inner ankle, then the inside of her knee before repeating the process on the other side. When she's laid out before him bare and ready Ben just watches. His eyes take in every inch of her, small pert breasts, slim waist, angled hips and tented knees that part just slightly with an unspoken invitation. "Are you…? Is this… ok?" his fingertips trail along the landscape of her inner thigh and his pants look so utterly painful.
The laugh that escapes Rey's lips is light and airy, "You're sweet," she tells him softly as his thumb kneads higher into the apex of her thigh, "I know I'm not…" her voice dies away, adjectives failing her, she's not a lot of things and almost instinctually she's covering her body with her hands. Her body feels flushed with warmth and the dampness between her legs is embarrassing but Ben's looking at her now with the eyes of a man who's struggling to maintain his composure.
"Don't," He whispers, swatting her hands away, "Don't do that, don't…" He swallows hard and she can see it in the way his Adam's apple bobs. She wants to touch it, to let her mouth trace the curves of it but Ben is so still it's almost a little scary. His hands tremble and this time she can feel it because he's tracing the outline of her curves. What little she has. "I - you - fuck."
"If you want," She jokes, "Or we can lay here and talk about the inevitable economical collapse of our society…"
Ben looks confused at first, his thumbs rubbing light circles against the dip of her pelvic bones. They jut out at obvious angles and guys she's been with before had complained about how sharp they are from missionary. "You've never had anyone worship you before…" He says as though its the most obvious thing in the world, "You're used to takers." It's like he's looking through her reading the contents of her insecurities like he's reading the new paper. "Fuck, but you look like… you're… how has no one…?" His meaning is lost on grabbled words and half-formed thoughts but she thinks she gets his meaning.
He reaches out and grasps her wrist as she finds herself inching an arm across her lacklustre chest in order to hide its soft peaks. His touch is gentle as he leans in and kisses the inside of her wrist and then her palm before he takes each individual finger and places a kiss against each individual fingertip. "Don't," He rasps again, his voice lower this time, deeper, "You're fucking beautiful." and when he says it like that, with that exhalation of air, with his lips a breath away from her wrist she believes him.
"I - I need," She starts, feeling her insides flutter and clench around nothing but the sound of his words.
"What do you need?" he asks, dipping his lips against her wrist again. His touch is softer, lingering as he nuzzles his nose against it and practically growls, "Tell me what you need."
Rey lets out a shaky breath as she watches his eyes. They're drinking her in, all of her lingering momentarily at the space between her legs as his knee gently nudges them further apart, "I need you to - to touch me," She whispers and like a dam has broken Ben's pupils dilate. She can see his nostrils flare as he processes the request.
"Where Rey," it should be frustrating and it might have been if it wasn't so incredibly hot, "tell me where you want me to touch you," he cages her in with his arms as he leans in, his mouth is just a breath away from her own. She can feel the ghost of his words as they fall from his lips, "tell me how you want to be touched."
She can't help the whimper that escapes her as her thighs attempt to draw together. He stops her, his hand pinned between her legs. He's so close to where she needs him that it's painful. "Tell me, Rey," he breathes as his fingers trace a soft line towards the juncture of thigh and pelvis and there's no way he can't feel the heat permeating from her. "Fuck, you're so wet," When he kisses her it's feather-light, her minds a swell of sensations as she feels his fingers track through a line of dampness that's leaked down her leg just a little. "Where do you…?"
He starts to ask but his fingers are right there, he's so close she can't help the way she bleats, "My pussy!" immediately wanting to cover her face. There's nowhere for her to go because he's right there. His nose is nuzzling against her cheek as he chuckles darkly and his fingertips tease at her core. She can feel his smile against her skin before he delves closer to her earlobe, licking at it gently as his fingers spread her wide. His hands are huge, his fingers broad and thick as he draws two of them from her entrance to her clit. She can practically hear how saturated he's made her as he uses those fingers to circle the sensitive little nub coating it in her dampness.
Ben is kissing a trail along her neck, his tongue drawing languidly across her flesh as he shifts his palm and those same delicious fingers slip inside. Rey isn't sure who groans louder, but dear god it feels heavenly. He seems to test her resistance a little, pumping his fingers in soft shallow motions before she feels that smile again and he's, whispering against her flesh, "I'm can't wait to see that beautiful face of yours when you cum."
Rey isn't sure if its the way he says it or the quick way his fingers delve inside her but when she cries out, it's his name on her lips. Begging, pleading, demanding so much more. As his fingers pump a steady rhythm she can feel that delicious build pf of pressure flutter with warmth within her belly. Her heels are sliding against her mattress trying to find purchase because the friction is too much and yet not enough. Ben's thumb joins the mix as he brushes it against her clit causing her to suck in a sharp breath. The noises she makes seem foreign and needy but Ben seems to swim in them, "God you're so hot, so fucking tight," he grinds out, kissing his way down her chest.
She says his name like a mantra, breathy and low as his fingers reach further, rub harder and she's there, right there on the edge of something that seems so much larger than herself. She's never cum from manual stimulation before, nor has she reached her peek so fast but with Ben, her body just seems to respond to him. "I could listen to you all day," he says through kisses against her middle as Rey winds her fingers through his hair. It's soft and thick and it's all she can do not to pull it. She wants to pull it but maybe he won't like it? What if he stops?
He can't stop, she's so close, so damn close. Her legs are trembling lightly and his head is slipping lower and lower, she can feel her grip on his hair slipping as his lips trace a path and then it's his breath against her. She can't think, she can't breathe with him so close and then there's nothing but the pressure of his fingers and his mouth. She nearly screams at the sudden sensation of his warm tongue lapping at her flesh. He's groaning as he finds her clit and slowly rolls his tongue against it. He's mumbling something that sounds like, "So fucking good," and the vibration against her cunt is beyond. Her breathing grows ragged, her fingers grasping tightly now tugging at his hair. Insecurities be damned because with a tongue like that and his fingers deep inside her she can't think of anything but the precipice in which she's about to fall off of. He licks at the area where his fingers delve inside dragging a long line across the apex of her core across her clit and it's there, right there, she feels it snap.
His name is on her lips, a sharp keening cry and its Ben, Ben, Ben, Ben. How have they not known one another forever?
"That's it," he purrs as he draws back. She barely registers the way his lips glisten with her arousal and she's gone on him. Back arched, knees drawn together. He places soft kisses on the inside of her thigh as he watches. She can't be embarrassed, not by how loud she knows she's being or the way she feels the warmth trickle out of her as his fingers continue their steady pounding because it's just too good. It's like fireworks and volcanic eruptions and birthday cakes that explode icing. He continues, drawing out her orgasm as her body twitches and she settles back against the bed a boneless pile of human goo. Ben chuckles softly as he pulls his fingers from deep within her and slowly, oh so slowly licks them clean. "You taste so sweet," he tells her as though its the most obvious thing in the world and when he kisses her softly, his tongue drawing along the pumped surface of her lower lip she can taste herself there. "Gods you're beautiful," he tells her, "I can't wait to do that again,"
Again. As though once wasn't enough. Once would never be enough. She doesn't think her brain can process it but he's there and he's warm. His body pressed against hers as her skin tingles and she feels him everywhere. Her arms feel like noodles as he hovers on his knees over her and all she wants to do it touch him. Her hands swipe at his chest like a child pawing at toy out of reach because he's there and she needs to feel him but she doesn't have the strength to move. "You," she mumbles, her fingers grazing the button of his pants. He's kissing her again as if that's all he was meant to do in this life and it's all she can do to respond.
Normally the idea of tasting herself on someone's tongue would be a huge turn-off but there are a lot of things it seems she doesn't quite mind with him. He's like heroin flooding through her veins and good gods she can't get enough of him, "Off," she nearly whimpers and he's chuckling against her mouth. Her fingers feel twice their size as she fumbles and tugs, her body still recovering from her toe-curling release. When she manages to pull the hard fabric over the metal button she lets out a soft cry of satisfaction, breathing into his mouth. "Off, off, off," she mumbles between kisses as her thumbs hook into his waistline and she's pushing the fabric down.
Her angle makes it difficult but after a minute Ben is helping her. He shimmies out of his jeans and boxer briefs, kicking to the floor with the eagerness of a man about to get exactly what he wants. As he repositions himself over top of her she can feel the weight of him as he falls against her thigh. She can't see, she wants to see but Ben is there and he's kissing her and his cock feels heavy as it slides against her skin. He shifts again and he's right there nudging at her damp folds. His hips move in slow easy motions as though testing the glide as he slips against her, the head of his cock bumping her still entirely too sensitive clit.
When she sucks in a breath, he pulls away and she gazes at him through half-lidded eyes. He's smiling and his eyes are unreadably dark and the way he's looking at her is intense and all-consuming. He reads her as though he knows her, his shaggy dark hair falling around his face slightly as he stares down the angle of his nose. His hands must be sore she thinks but he's leaning on an elbow and his fingers are stroking her cheek and it's too much for her to comprehend. Her mind is a muddy mess of feelings and sensations and he's there right there.
Shifting her hips she feels the glide of him slick with her release and she needs more, more, more. He's biting his lip as she feels him notch at her entrance and it would take nothing for him to slip inside now. Part of her wonders what's stopping him, part of her screams for him to take her, and the deepest part of her can't get enough of those eyes.
He says her name softly, sweetly as he traces the line of her jaw, it's tender in a way that's sort of surreal. "I'm going to - Can I?" he's lost in a way that seems strange after all his deliciously explicit teasing but she nods and he smiles and that mouth of his makes her need more, so much more. "Fuck," the word is jarring as he mumbles and starts to pull away, "fuck, fuck, fuck,"
Unsure if she's done something wrong, Rey grabs for his forearm desperate not to let him get away, "What's wrong, have I - Did I do something?"
Ben looks almost pained as he turns his attention back onto her. His smile is sad and wanting, "I - I don't have a condom," he tells her ruefully as though he's letting her down. The weight of him is lightened and she finds herself missing the warmth of his body against hers.
Her mind is reeling, spinning through thoughts and realizations. She's had sex without condoms before but doesn't like to make a habit of it. She has been tested recently however so she knows she's clean but, "Are you," She starts but the question dies on her tongue. She's embarrassed to ask despite knowing it's a perfectly logical question at this moment. "I mean, I'm ok…" He looks at her curiously, "On the pill I mean and I'm clean if you… are you?" Ben blinks as though he isn't able to understand, "Are you clean?"
His nod is sharp, his lips parted as his tongue dampens the lower swell, "Yeah - yeah I mean Yes, I've never had sex with anyone without a condom before," The admission is breathy and a little endearing. Safe sex is important to him, that's a good sign, right?"
"I mean, Finn might have condoms in his room… I could go check… if you wanted?" She offers but the idea is not one she welcomes.
Ben's response comes out in a low growl, "Don't you move," he tells her and authority of it makes her quiver, "Are you ok if we do this?" She nods and he grins, "I'll stop if you want you just have to say…"
He's nuzzling his nose against hers as his cock notches against her again. She can't help the way her hips roll instinctually, reaching for just a little more friction. "Ben," she warns, and his nips rock into her. He's resting against one elbow as he uses his other hand to guide himself in, not that he seemed to need any help. The breach happens with a slow-burning stretch. He's barely in more than the tip before he's pulling out again. Like someone testing the waters at the beach, he rocks easily giving her no more than a few inches at a time. "Ben." she moans in warning the draw of his hips like a gentle teasing when she needs to feel all of him.
"I don't want to hurt you," he says softly, his voice strained and full of something that's dark and dangerous, "I - Fuck you're so tight." He slips in another few inches and it's like being dipped into a warm bath the way her skin prickles and the warmth envelops her.
"Ben, I need you to move, I need -" another inch, another agonizingly slow inch and her mouth is left open in shock. He's almost there and he's so thick she can feel him pulling her wider, "Fuck Ben - just - fuck - I won't break."
When he draws out this time she's scared he's going to edge in slowly again but his hips snap and it's seated fully inside of her. Her back arches with the blistering pressure of it and she's never felt so full in her life. He's stirring his hips, testing the stretch of her around him, "Rey…" he groans now and she knows he's coming unhinged. "I - I've been told I can be… intense," he warns her and she shifts against him urging him to move. He says it like a warning but in her mind, it comes across as a promise.
She reaches up and takes his face in her hands, They're small, against the size of him and it makes her feel precious and delicate. She's never felt like that in her life. When she kisses him it's for keeps and she wants nothing more than to lose herself on him for the rest of her life. The words flutter through her mind and they're there on her tongue but she's almost too embarrassed to say them. Ben's moving but it's slow and easy, not teasing like before but still leashing something beneath the surface. He's close and she likes that, his chest is flat against hers, held up by his elbows so he doesn't crush her completely. He groans as she wraps her legs against his hips and that gives her the courage she needs to be a little more vocal, a little more demanding. He's done it after all, why can't she? "Fuck me Ben." she practically moans, "Fuck you're so big," she inhales a sharp deliciously deep breath and he's moving a little faster now, not hurried but steady. Her mouth is at his cheek, her tongue darting out to lap at his earlobe before she catches it between her teeth. He seems to enjoy it because his hips snap a little firmer and she can feel it deep, so fucking deep. "Make me feel it," she whispers, "Make me cum on your cock Ben."
And there is it, permission or praise she's not sure but it's all he needs to hear. His hands are at her hips as he pulls away a fraction, pulling her closer, changing their angle just slightly. It's somehow deeper this way as he watches the space between their bodies, his eyes absorbed on the space where he disappears inside her. His hips snap and it's like delicious torture, he's stretching her in ways she never thought possible, his touch firm and steady and maybe even a little rough. Normally she wouldn't enjoy the feeling of her hips being forced into the mattress but when Ben applies a light pressure over her pubic bone Rey nearly see's stars. She's never experienced something like this before. Maybe it's the angle, maybe it's the pressure or maybe it's just him but that building heat from deep within her core is winding up ready to pop. It's like being held over the edge of a blissfully deep chasm and any moment she's going to topple into it. But, instead of fear it's pleasure whistling past her ears, it's him she feels all around her and it's so blindingly perfect she could cry.
He holds her still, the light pressure against her pelvis steady and sure but then his hips snap again and there's just that little bit of something else. It's a decadent bite of satisfaction that feels too deep to be real. No one has ever made her feel that before. It's hot and it's pressure but it makes her so much more sensitive and… fuck.
The change in positions is subtle, his heat gone as he shuffles to his knees and encourages her hips to stay wide. The loss of his presence is uncomfortable but the change provides new sensations as his hand applies steady pressure again but the other dips to her clit. Her minds is a swell of sensations all pulling her deeper, suffocating her in his pleasure. His fingers swivel a steady rhythm and for a second his hips seem to stutter as though losing his composure. She can feel as he swells against her and she knows he's close now too. Determination edges his features as he pushes just a little harder and without warning, it creeps up on her again. She's been flirting with the edge for a while now but there's something about the way his palm feels as though he's pushing her tighter around him and she arches. He's cooing soft praise telling her how beautiful she is, how good she feels and just when she thinks it can't get any better he's against her again. His body is soft but hard and sticky with sweat as his arms slip up under her shoulders and he tugs her firmly against him.
"Where do you want me to cum?" he asks, but his voice is strained and weak as though it's an effort just to utter those words.
As the remnants of her orgasm flutter through her she clings to him. Her arms hold him tight as her ankles lock behind him and he's pressed so firmly against her she isn't sure she can tell where his body ends and hers begins. "Inside," she breaths softly as she presses kitten soft kisses against his collarbone and the groan that rips through him is visceral. When his hips move it's steady but sure and Rey finds herself wondering what prompted his warning. The other girls he's been with must not have been very experienced if they thought he was… Then there it is. His hold achingly tight and she's sure she'll have bruises on her shoulders but she doesn't care. When his hips move it's rough, almost jarring and he's pushing her into the bed so hard and so fast she can do nothing more than hold herself steady. His hips lose their rhythm getting sloppy and careless but it's so fierce she feels as though she may cum again.
It's unprecedented, she's never cum three times before in one night and now she's back there teetering on the edge and all she can feel is him. He's mouthing messy kisses at her neck as his hips snap and the song their bodies sing together is lewd and magical all at the same time. Her breathing falls in harsh pants as Ben groans, "Fuck - fuck I'm gonna -" and her insides flutter with her own impending release. He's there and she can feel him as his cock pulses and she's never felt it with anyone else but the sheer size of him, she can feel as he empties himself within her. His hips move as he rides out the wave of his pleasure and it's enough to pull her under with him. It's not as intense as the others but it's there and it rolls through her steady and warm. Their bodies meet and shudder together and Rey can't help the way she's clawing at his back. Thank god for blunted fingernails otherwise there would assuredly be marks.
When he's through and he's softening inside her, Ben hovers, placing kisses across her face in rainfall of sweet pecks. "You're perfect," he tells her again, "So beautiful, so sweet," and for the first time, maybe ever she feels like that may, in fact, be true.
They lie like that for a little longer before Ben shifts onto his side and draws Rey's thigh up over his hip. He doesn't let her escape and she doesn't know that she ever wants to. They awkwardly wrap themselves in her duvet and for once in her life, Rey is glad she never made her bed that say. "We," He pants softly, pressing a kiss to her nose as he pulls her hair back and off her face, "Are doing that again." Rey doesn't know if she has it in her, her legs feel shaky but her heartbeat flutters in her chest and she knows this won't be the last time they do this.
It's funny how intimate laying naked with someone after they've just blown your mind can be. Rey finds her fingertips tracing the contours of his face as she commits every curve and beauty mark to memory. "Won't your friends be worried about you?" She asks, the haze of their fornication lifting enough for her to see small glittering pieces of rational thought.
Ben smiles a soft, "Naw," as he pulls her closer. She can hear his heartbeat as it hammers against his sternum worn from wear and activity. "I should probably plug my phone in though. I think it's dead."
Rey goes to move, "I'll get you a charger," she offers but Ben is grumbling as he pulls her back against him trapping her within his bear-like embrace.
"You don't have sex like that and then just get up and act like it never happened," He tells her calmly his eyes a lighter shade of hazel now in his postcoital bliss. "My friends will be fine and right now you are needed right here."
The giggle is soft and sweet and it seems to make Ben smile as his fingers trace the outer shell of her ear, "I'm needed am I?" she teases. It seems strange though but she likes the way it makes her feel. She's needed. She knows it's not serious and she shouldn't put the weight into it that she does but the warmth that blossoms beneath his words feel nice and so she holds onto them just a little longer.
Inside her room, in her bed, in their little sex bubble, she's allowed to feel good about this. "I've never needed anything more in my life," he says softly and part of her wonders if something like that could even be true. "I want you to know, I've never done this before…"
"You said…" she starts but there's a look in Ben's eyes that stills her.
"I meant it," she wants to believe him, part of her even does, what reason does he have to lie after the fact? Truthfully though she's not sure if that even matters now. She's had one night stands before, she's had fuck buddies and a hand full of boyfriends too but nothing as transcendent as this. "I'm not saying I'm a virgin,"
"Obviously not," she giggles.
Ben's smile is sweet and gone is the man with the filthy mouth and the cock that ruins women for all other men and here is someone different. Here is someone who wants his truth to be known, to be understood. "I'm serious," he says with a slight flirtation. His mouth nips at her shoulder as he lazily sucks on the expanse of flesh and Rey doesn't even care if he leaves a mark, she even sort-of welcomes it "I've never pursued anyone like this before. I've never experienced… " his lips shift and his nose is against her ear, his words a soft breathy whisper against her skin, "You - You're like coming up for fresh air after living my life at the bottom of the ocean. I never knew I needed or wanted it until I realized I was missing it."
His words are too heavy, too real. They're terrifying, they're life-altering and Rey doesn't ever want him to stop. "You don't know me, Ben," She tells him patiently but that doesn't seem to matter.
"But I want to is the scary thing." He tells her as he rolls onto his back and pulls her onto of him. She's laying so she's straddling his hips and she can feel the spent remnants of his erection stirring beneath her. She's sure he's aware but he doesn't say anything nor does he draw attention to it in any way. Instead, he pulls the blankets over them so that the cold air at her back is replaced with a warm duvet and massive hands that hold her close. Rey rests her head against his chest and he kisses the top of her head in a moment that seems too pure to be real. He's huge as he lays beneath her. Broad hips she can barely sit astride, a chest that she can rest against like a lizard sunbathing on a rock. His arms make her feel safe and treasured and it's all she's ever wanted. "I'll be honest I came out tonight to forget someone,"
The truth of it doesn't settle well and when she stiffens Ben holds her closer, "No, don't do that… don't." he chides as she hides her face against his sternum, her cheek pressed against the hard bone beneath pale wonderfully warm skin. "Hear me out,"
And so he tells her, he explains the bad break up, the stalker girlfriend and the threats of self-harm and restraining orders. He tells her of broken people and the lengths they'll go to to keep something they know is unhealthy for them. Ben explains in more detail then she deserves how his friends encouraged him to get away for his reading break and how he managed to stumble into the Hannah House frat party. He'd never been a smoker until recently and now it was his worst vice. He blames stress but knows he needs to take responsibility for his own choices. It's the most intimate and vulnerable thing she's ever experienced. Riding out her post-orgasm high while getting to know the soul of a person. He asks her questions too and to her surprise, she answers honestly. She tells him about being in foster care and how she lives with her foster brother and sister whom she couldn't imagine life without. She tells him about Luke and how he changed her life and all the ways in which she is thankful.
She even admits that while this may be his first time going home with a stranger he is not hers but he's now ruined her for any other man. They laugh and they chat and they fuck. Good god do they fuck. Ben has the stamina of a man in his sexual prime and he's giving too, so unbelievably giving. They don't fall asleep until her legs are sore and her body feels like one raw nerve ending. At some point, they manage to roll out of bed and grab a slice of cold day-old pizza. Ben plugs his phone in but promptly ignores all the messages flashing on the screen in favour of burying his face between her legs again.
She doesn't ask though she knows she should have, where he's from or when she'll see him again because the truth of that scares her. It's easier to think of him at the moment as they are because tomorrows and the next days are future plans and while she wants to have those with him the reality of such a connection is terrifying.
They fall asleep, Ben on his back while Rey uses him as a pillow. He's holding her hand as she drifts off but when she wakes he's gone. Her bed is cold and empty and it leaves a strange pang of sadness that seems totally unjustified. There is however a note with a number and a lovely paragraph that she holds close savouring the memory of his touch.
Well... that happened. I apologize for the typos and mistakes. I've read and re-read this chapter but I've got a stupid cold and my sinus' are swollen because of the weather so my head is a little like sawdust right now. As for the chapter itself, I was trying to keep it kind of cute and awkward while being... sexy? I don't know. I have to better hone my smut writing I think haha. I like the idea of a mid 20's Ben being a mix of obscene confidence but also totally lost. Anyway, there it is. Let me know what you think lovelies! xo