Chapter 24: Burning Desire

Goodbyes were a brief affair. Rey was anxious to get home and have Ben make good on his promise to have his way with her. She had practically dragged him out of the club, earning more than one amused look from her friends both in front of and behind the bar.

Rey realized her desire was quite transparent. Everyone had caught on to why she suddenly felt the need to cut her birthday festivities short. Jess had given her a rather enthusiastic thumbs up, while Rose had blushed clear to the top of her head. Of course it was Jyn who wore a knowing grin, while Cassian seemed on the fence about the entire situation. Ben's friends seemed on the fence as well, but Rey didn't know them the way she knew her friends so she tried not to think too much about it.

"Someone's in a hurry," Ben jokingly commented, as he permitted her to yank him through the throng of club-goers and out the exit.

"It's my birthday," she retorted, leading him down the sidewalk to where her driver had parked. "What I say goes."

Ben chuckled, placing his hand on the small of her back to guide her towards a different car. "This one is mine," he informed, as he directed her. "Leave the other for your friends."

Rey paused. "What about your friends?"

"I'll send this back for them once we are done. I'm sure Hux will be there until closing since I'm picking up the tab."

"Alright," she grinned at him over her shoulder and continued walking.

The driver opened the door for her. Rey slid inside, moving over to allow enough room for Ben to squeeze in next to her. The interior of the vehicle was identical to the car he had sent for her, though there was no champagne and instead of holding three giggling girls, it only held her and her boyfriend — her very tall, dark, impossibly built boyfriend.

Rey felt herself growing warmer. She knew the air was on, but her body was on fire, desperate for the release she had been craving since Ben had woken her in the afternoon. That moment seemed to have happened years ago. Now, sitting next to him, alone in this car, she wasn't willing to wait any longer.

Once the driver had pulled away, she made sure the partition was closed. Then, she crawled into Ben's lap. Steadying herself on his shoulders, she placed one leg on either side of his own before grinding down on his pelvis.

"Rey." He huskily said her name, while bringing his hands to settle on her hips.

"I missed you," she replied, cupping his jawline and stealing a kiss. "I've been thinking about you all night." Another kiss. "Were you thinking about me?"

"Yes," he groaned, letting his legs fall apart slightly to readjust. Her bottom sank a bit and as it did, she could feel his arousal through the thin barrier of clothing between them.

"Ben," her voice came out breathy, almost like a pant.

"We're going home, sweetheart. Just hang on," he told her, stroking her side with one hand, while the other smoothed her hair down.

He had told her to hang on. He couldn't have said anything closer to what she desired. Rey did want to hold on. She wanted to hold on to his shoulders or forearms while he thrusted up into her and made her his in the most primal sense. She wanted to feel him beneath her as they rode home — and she rode him.

Just as her fantasizing began to ease her need, they hit a bump in the road. Rey yelped as her body became suspended momentarily before landing back down on Ben's lap. The force of the lift and the new angle it provided had them both moaning.

She was a goner.

"Please."

Normally she would be concerned about how desperate she sounded, but right now her body was in control. She couldn't think clearly about anything but her intense need to be sated.

"Sweetheart," Ben panted. He sounded almost as bad as she did. "We're almost there."

Rey was lucid enough to know that wasn't correct. Tatooine was at least twenty minutes out. "No," she whined, ducking her head and hiding it in the crook of his neck.

Ben chuckled, rubbing comforting circles into her back. "We're going back to my place. It won't be long now."

She perked up, sitting back to study his face. "Your place?"

He had never taken her to his apartment before. Suddenly, a thrill of excitement shot through her. She was going to spend the night at his home for once. As frenzied as she felt, she took a moment to revel in what this meant for their relationship. It was another step. He was letting her in.

First, he had brought all his friends and now he was going to share his place with her. It was another layer of commitment, an unspoken promise to remain a constant in her life. While Rey appreciated all Ben's kind words, especially when he told her he loved her, his actions spoke volumes about how he felt for her.

"Is it ok we're going back to my place?" He asked.

"Of course," she replied, unable to keep the smile off her face.

"Good," he breathed, obviously relieved, "because I packed a bag with some of your things while you were sleeping this afternoon."

Rey's eyes widened at his confession. "You did?" She couldn't recall seeing him pack. "When did you do this?"

"You are a very sound sleeper, sweetheart," he told her as he tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. She blushed, hoping he hadn't seen her shirts with the holes in them from years of being worn. She didn't have sophisticated garments like he did. "I only grabbed a few things for tonight and tomorrow. Cloud City is closer to Corellia and I figured you'd want to sleep in tomorrow morning."

"You mean later today?" She asked, noting the time.

"Yes," he grinned, before leaning forward to kiss her.

She felt her desire pooling between her thighs. The fervor returned, negating her joy at how thorough Ben had been in planning her birthday. As in awe of him as she was, the more pressing need of being with him overpowered her.

"Ben."

"You'll be the death of me," he whispered, before capturing her lips once more.

She allowed herself to bow forward into him, resting her weight against his chest. His arms wrapped around her lower back and rear, keeping her tucked securely on his lap. She ran her fingers up and down his shoulders, gently drawing lines over his muscles and teasing the back of his neck with a few tentative strokes. Ben growled against her mouth.

"I owe you for that spanking this afternoon," she reminded him.

"The one you liked?" He smirked.

"Mmm," she removed the grin from his lips with another searing kiss. Rey tilted his head back, delving her tongue into his mouth to taste more of him. His fingers dig into the flesh of her hips, dragging her even closer, if it was possible.

She felt his hips buck up and his erection pressed directly against her core. It sent a shockwave rippling through her. Rey tipped back, hands leaving him to unbutton her shorts. She straightened her legs just enough to shimmy her shorts down, before yanking them off.

"Rey?"

"I need you," she sighed, bringing her face back down to meet his. "I can't wait."

Ben removed one hand from her to snake between her thighs. He traced the seam of her panties, letting out a hiss. "Fuck. I should have just kept you home tonight," he groaned. He bowed his head to latch onto her neck, while his fingers teased her through her underwear.

"Ben," she whined.

"Shhhh," he cautioned her. "I don't want the driver to hear you, sweetheart. You're mine."

Without hesitation, Rey nodded. "Yours."

The second she said it, he hooked a finger into her panties and slipped the digit inside her. Rey bit her lip so hard she tasted blood, but her effort kept her cry from erupting in the backseat of the limo.

"God, I love you," Ben crooned against her neck, as he kissed and nipped at her flesh.

"I love you," she breathed, tugging at his hair to force his head back. She dove in for a kiss. She wanted to feel him everywhere —her lips, her back, her chest her core — just everywhere.

Ben responded by adding another finger. He started thrusting in a slow, deep pace, while his thumb circled her clit. Rey felt the fullness of his broad fingers. The delicious stretch of her inner muscles welcoming him had her nearly delirious. Instinctively, she rocked her hips with his movements, intensifying the feel.

He moaned in her mouth and continued to drive her towards climax. As he picked up the pace, Rey matched him both in the canting of her hips and her kisses. Her fingers yanked at his hair, directing him as she tasted all him.

It wasn't until she felt the crest of her orgasm looming before that she had to pull away from him. Their eyes locked. Ben knew what she needed. With deft precision, he flicked his thumb over her bundle of nerves. Rey came with a shout, her legs tensing and then going limp as she fell forward into him.

Ben resumed rubbing her back, carefully brushing her hair away from her face. Tenderly, he kissed her forehead. "Happy birthday, sweetheart."

Rey smiled, drifting off on his shoulder in her post-orgasmic haze.

Kylo watched his girl collapse into his chest upon her release. Instantly, she succumbed to took the opportunity to study her. Kylo knew the sight of her would never get old. She was gorgeous both inside and out. It was moments like this one where he felt the need to pinch himself, to force himself to realize this was his life now. Rey was his life now. He smiled to himself. She was so innocent, like a child. Despite having just completed some rather not innocent activities, she couldn't have looked more pure as she laid against him.

She hummed in her sleep, her breathing light and deep as she slumbered. He ran a hand through her hair and down her back until he was met with cool skin. Her lower half was still bare. In the air conditioned compartment, he worried she'd catch a chill.

Kylo did some maneuvering, shrugging off his jacket, while keeping Rey perched on his lap. Once he had the garment off, he wrapped it around her bare legs, keeping his girl protected from the cold.

His girl.

The more he thought of her that way, the more real it felt. They had told each other they loved one another. He assumed for most people the admission would have set them at ease, but for Kylo who had lived in doubt most of his life, he didn't think he'd ever not need to hear those words uttered from Rey's lips. It was a constant validation of what they were and he needed it — needed it like he needed air to breathe.

He wasn't sure when he had become so reliant on her. It was terrifying. Kylo had grown used to being alone. After years of searching for a form of validation from his family, he had decided to give up. If he wasn't looking for approval, there was no way he could be denied it.

But Rey hadn't denied him anything. She had given herself to him, spending all her free time at his side and sharing what little she had in the way of food and possessions. He wanted to do the same. Her birthday was only the tip of the iceberg.

If they continued building a life together, as he hoped they would, he wanted to give her everything and anything.

Rey woke to Ben laying her down on the backseat, as he worked her shorts back on. As she came to, she realized the car had stopped. She saw the outline of the driver waiting outside their door, but he hadn't opened it. She was sure Ben was to thank for keeping their rendezvous under wraps.

He smiled at her when he saw her watching him. "We're here."

"Mmm, about time."

"Really?" He chuckled. "I think I kept you occupied for the entire ride."

"You did," she winked at him. "And I promise to make it up to you." She sat up, kissing him lightly on the tip of his nose.

"About time," he parroted back at her, smirking.

Ben knocked on the door. The driver opened it in response and Ben gestured for Rey to get out. She gave herself a once over to make sure all her clothing was in its proper place before she stepped out. As she did, she felt Ben's hand rest gently on her lower back. He kept himself as close to her as possible while he exited, looping his arm around her side when he tipped the driver.

"Thank you, Mr. Ren. Have a good evening, sir."

"You too." The driver gave them both a curt nod, before returning behind the wheel.

Rey took the opportunity to survey the building they had been dropped off at. It was an impressive structure, towering over a majority of the other buildings in Corellia. The dark glass reflected the various lights from the street and surrounding architecture, making it blend with the night time sky. It was magnificent.

"Come on," Ben smiled down at her, amused by her gawking. "It gets better." He dropped his arm to take her hand and led her inside.

The lobby was immaculate but before Rey could really inspect it, Ben was dragging her into the elevator.

"Who is in a hurry now?"

"Contrary to what you may think, this isn't exactly comfortable for me," he motioned down to his groin, where his pants were still tented.

Rey flushed, feeling both thrilled for exciting him and guilty for leaving him unattended while she slept. She had the chance to make it up to him now. Jess had slipped several condoms in her short pockets earlier while the girls had been getting dressed. Rey was grateful to have them. She didn't want to go forward without protection or worse, having to stop in the middle of anything because they needed to go out and buy protection. If Ben was uncomfortable now, she was fairly certain he'd be inconsolable if she had to drag him out to the drugstore for 'supplies'.

"This is me," he told her, when the elevator reached his floor.

The lobby had been beautiful, but Ben's apartment was the most exquisite home Rey had ever set foot in. They had entered into what appeared to be his living room. It was large enough it could have housed her entire apartment. All of the furniture looked brand new, including the artwork on the walls. Like Ben, the apartment appeared to favor white, black, and shades of gray, though she did see a few red accents throughout the area.

Behind her, he flicked on the lights to a hallway on her right and the kitchen, off to her left. The kitchen overlooked the living room, while the hallway went back and out of sight.

"Bedroom?" Rey asked, eyes scanning the doors she could see from where she stood in the entryway. She could check out the apartment later. Right now, she had a more pressing interest.

"This way." Ben led her back, passed a few doors to his room.

Like the living room, it was large, housing an impressively large bed fitted with obsidian linens. Figures, she thought, a smile tugging at her lips. Her boyfriend lived in a monochromatic world. If they ever moved in together, they were going to have some serious redecorating squabbles.

Move in together? Rey caught herself in the daydream. Where did that come from? They had just gotten together. She couldn't rush into anything, especially something as intimate as living together. Besides, she loved her apartment at Ahch-To. She didn't need to move.

Ben came up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist and leaning down to place his chin on the top of her head. "Like it?"

"I'd like it more if you were on it," she replied, coyly.

"How about a compromise?" He kissed the top of her head. "You lie down on it and I'll follow."

Rey turned around in his arms, bending over at the waist to begin undoing her shorts. Ben dropped his hands, taking a step back to watch as she stripped out of her outfit. The shorts dropped, followed by her sequined tank, leaving her in her black lace undergarments. They were a present from Rose and Jess, who had told her she needed them for the full effect. At the time, Rey hadn't been sure, but the look on Ben's face confirmed her friends' choice.

Slowly, she sat back on the bed, using her arms to help her scoot back until her legs were stretched out in front of her on the mattress, bare and beckoning.

"Join me?"

Ben didn't respond verbally. He made quick work of his own clothes until he was left standing before her in only his boxers. The thin cotton fabric did little to hide his bulging erection and she found herself licking her lips at the prominent outline.

He stalked towards her like a panther in the night, closing in for the kill. Rey felt a tingle of anticipation ripple through her, as she watched him watching her.

This was it. This was what she had been waiting for.

He crawled onto the bed and she expected him to cover her body with his. He didn't. He remained close enough for her to feel the heat of his skin, yet not touching her.

"Ben," she whined. She hated how unhinged she sounded. She had gotten some release in the car. He hadn't. Despite that, she still craved him. If anything, their rendezvous in the car had only made her want him more. She needed to be touched again. She needed more of him — all of him. "Please."

"Shhh, sweetheart," he knelt on the edge of the bed, over her. "I want to go slow. I want to savor this…and you."

"I don't want to go slow." Rey reached up, grabbing hold of his shoulders. She tried to use her weight to pull him down on top of her. He didn't budge. She glanced up at Ben to find him smirking at her.

"Want to try that again?"

Rey did and achieved the same results. She let out a groan of frustration. Why wouldn't he take her? She could tell he wanted it. The tenting in his boxers was proof of that. So why was he insisting on going slow? They had been taking it slow all week. Tonight was her birthday. She was calling the shots. She wanted him — hard and fast and without limits, the way they sparred together in the dojo.

"Please."

"Take those off," he gestured to her bra and panties.

Fast as lightning, Rey shimmied out of her undergarments, waiting impatiently on her knees for him to take her.

"Lay back down, sweetheart." His command was gentle, but there was an underlying hint of control. Biting her lip and hoping he was about to do as she wished, Rey obeyed.

Ben stayed where he was, watching as her chest rose and fell with each breath, his eyes scanning over her naked form. "God," he whispered, "you're gorgeous." Rey felt herself blush. They had been naked with one another more times this week than she would have thought possible, yet his simple compliment was enough to send color across her face and down through her chest. He palmed himself through his boxers, still appraising her.

"Do you know how many times I thought of you like this?"

"Tell me."

He let out a half-growl, half-groan. "More than it was appropriate."

Rey giggled. "I'm pretty sure none of what you were thinking was appropriate."

"Touche."

"But since I'm down here, why don't you demonstrate what you were fantasizing about?" She crooked her finger, signaling him to join her.

Ben leaned down, sliding his massive hands up her body, starting at her legs. She could feel the delicious heat of her arousal coursing through her veins at his touch. He guided his hands up to her breasts, where he took one in each hand. He gave them each a tentative squeeze, circling the pads of his thumbs over her nipples. Rey felt a jolt rush through her. She arched off the mattress with a moan, her head tilting back slightly.

"So sensitive," he murmured, before ducking his head down to replace his one thumb with his mouth.

He flicked the tip of his tongue back and forth over her erect nipple, causing her to writhe beneath him. Rey reached up, grasping for his hair — his silky smooth impossibly perfect hair — but Ben caught her wrists with his opposite hand. In a move reminiscent of the one he had used to disarm her in the studio, he pinned her hands above her head and angled his face next to hers.

"Rey," he breathed her name against her neck, drawing a line with his nose up from her collarbone to her ear. He drew her earlobe into his mouth and sucked on it teasingly. She fought against him, trying in vain to free her hands so she could pull him closer. She was dying with need. He wasn't close enough. He wasn't where she wanted him to be. He was toying with her.

"Stop trying to rush it, sweetheart. I want to take my time with you."

"You're torturing me."

Chuckling, Ben withdrew enough that he could look down at her face. "Hardly."

He began to lave at her other breast, making slow, languid circles with his tongue around her nipple. Rey felt her back arching in response. She could feel her heart hammering away in her chest. She was warm, so warm her skin felt itchy. She considered peeling it off, if only to feel relief for a precious moment. It was all Ben's fault — of that she was sure. He wanted to take his time to savor . She had a different thought. She wanted to be devoured by him.

Ben started to suck upon her flesh, leaving small purple bruises in his wake as he trailed down to her thighs. The closer he got to her core, the more desperate she felt. She cried out, when he nibbled on her inner thigh, feeling his stubble against the smooth skin of her leg as he did. He was still holding her hands down with one hand while the other moved to her hip to keep her flat on the bed.

He backed up, kneeling onto the floor. Ben released his hold on her, only for a moment to drag her down to the end of the bed. She propped herself up on her elbows to watch, as he lowered his face to the juncture between her thighs. Immediately, she started to reach for him. Just as she dug her fingers into his hair, he pressed his mouth against her aching center.

Rey fell back onto the mattress, feeling her eyes roll into the back of her head. Ben's tongue was as broad and thick as the rest of him. She could feel each pass as he lapped at her slick folds, now wet with her arousal and his saliva.

"Ben," she moaned, unable to look at him. Her back was arching so far off the bed, she was sure she'd snap in two. "Oh god."

He pulled his face away and she let out a discontented noise. "You don't have to be quiet here. We aren't in the limo anymore and we aren't at your apartment. Luke isn't across the parking lot. It's just us now. You can be as loud as you want, my little minx."

Rey blinked, unsure she had heard him correctly. He wanted her to be loud?

Her hesitation prompted him to continue his assault on her. He lowered his head back down, as his fingers pulled back her hood to expose her most sensitive place. Ben licked over her clit, before pressing his lips over it and sucking gently. Rey cursed, feeling her orgasm building in her abdomen with fervor. He slide a finger into her while he continued to stimulate her bundle of nerves. She bit her lip to keep from howling. Ben took notice.

"I want you to scream for me, sweetheart."

To prove his point, he slid a second finger into her and began pumping them in and out with the relentless pace he had worked up to in the car. He kept that hand thrusting into her, while his other hand, massaged her clit. His mouth rotated between the two location, licking and sucking as he saw fit.

Rey felt as if she was losing her mind. All week they had been learning each other with their hands and their mouths, but what Ben was doing now was wholly different than any other time he had pleasured her. Perhaps it was because she had gotten off during the drive over, but she was overwhelmed by a newfound euphoria. It was powerful — so powerful it threatened to consume her whole.

"Ben," she cried, her voice cracking, "Now. Please. I need you now."

"Tell me what you need, Rey."

If she hadn't been a wreck on his bed, she would have smacked him for sounding so smug. Damn man and his large ego. It was as large as...well everything else he had!

"You. I need you inside me now," she pleaded, her hips rising off the mattress.

Up until now, Ben had appeared calm and in control. However, the instant her ask left her lips, he let out a strangled sound and tore his boxers off. They ended up somewhere on the floor behind him, lost in the fray along with her undergarments.

He knelt down on be ned and positioned himself over top of her. "Protection?"

"Oh!" Rey's half-lidded eyes were blown wide. "Yes! In my shorts."

Ben's face had mixed emotions for a moment and she wondered if he had wanted to continue without one. The idea was tantalizing, but she wasn't on any birth control. She didn't have health insurance and without, the cost was too high. It hadn't been a problem before, but now she would have to revisit it.

He left her momentarily to dig around through the pile of discarded clothes until he found her stash. He dumped the collection of little foil packets onto his bedside table, taking one between his teeth. Rey let it a break she hadn't known she had been holding as she watched him wrap his member.

"Ready?"

Had they been somewhere else — and not naked, about to have sex for the first time — his question wouldn't have seemed so absurd. However, considering the compromising position they were in, with her lying down and him kneeling over her with one hand holding himself while the other held onto her hip, Rey almost laughed. Almost.

Ben's question was innocent. She could see the uncertainty in his eyes. His composure had altered drastically from before. He no longer looked the part of predator catching prey. He was nervous. Rey realized on some level she should be nervous too, but she wasn't. She had never felt as safe as she felt with Ben. This was right.

"I'm ready," she told him, completely calm and confident in her decision.

He let out a relieved sigh and brushed the head of his cock across her folds as he aligned himself. Rey let out a sharp gasp at the sensation. She was thrumming with need. His adjustments were the most excruciating teases.

But it all came to an end when he pushed inside.

"Fuck!" Ben hissed.

"Yes," Rey screamed, simultaneously.

"God, sweetheart, you feel so good." He bent down to kiss her forehead, before drawing his hips back slightly so he could push back in.

"Ben," Rey breathed his name, unable to say much else as she grabbed onto his upper arms.

He had her caged in under him, his toned arms on either side of her as he worked himself in and out of her body. His abs were tight, constricted like his face as he concentrated on the movement, while also not crushing her beneath him.

Rey was positive she and never seen a more delicious sight.

She had expected to feel pain or at least some discomfort, but all she felt was some pressure. It was different than her building arousal, though not entirely unpleasant. Instead of the new sensation, she focused on Ben and how he looked as he pumped in and out of her.

His exertion was causing him to breath deeper, more ragged breaths. Rey found herself also gasping for air at times, unaccustomed to how her body was changing with each thrust.

Ben shifted forward, burying his face in her neck. His panting sent hot air flowing over her collarbone and against her ear. She let out a pleased sigh, hands sliding down off his arms to his lower back. Like this she could almost reach his butt — his very toned butt.

God, she wanted to spank him right now, just to see what he would do. She owed him one for this morning.

"Rey," he puffed against her neck.

She wiggled her hips a bit, trying to move so she could see his face. The motion changed their angle and they both cried out as Ben hit a rather sensitive spot deep within her walls.

"Fuck!" He cried out, his voice hoarse. "Do that again, sweetheart."

Rey did her best to mimic the motion, rewarded for her efforts when they both felt a shock of gratification dance through them. They continued chasing the growing pleasure in their cores. As they did, Rey became aware of Ben's hips bucking wildly and the primal sounds coming from both of them. It was obscene and not at all the romantic and slow-paced event she had anticipated when Ben had said he wanted to go slow.

This was not slow. This was fast and hot like fireworks — lifting off with a spark and crescendoing into a glorious explosion.

She recognized her impending orgasm, fingers digging into the smooth flesh of his buttocks as her walls began to flutter around him. "Ben. Ben. Ben," she chanted over and over, as if she knew no other word in the English language.

"Look at me, Rey," he growled, removing his face from her neck, to hover over her. They locked eyes. "Say you're mine."

Rey felt herself shatter. "I'm yours!" It came out as a broken scream, her walls clenching down around him.

Ben roared above her, following her in her descent. "Mine."

Hip hips jerked a few more times, before he let out a throaty groan and collapsed onto his side, pulling her along with him, to keep them connected. Rey didn't complain. She liked the feel of him, liked knowing he was one with her. It felt right.

He kissed her forehead, kissed her nose, kissed her lips, and then down her throat. "Love you. Love you so much," he repeated over and over again, whispering the words into her skin, as if he could tattoo them on her.

For several moments, they laid like that, entwined in each other's arms, legs tangled together, connected hip to hip.

Once their heartbeats returned to a normal rhythm, Ben slowly pulled out from her, moving off the bed. He walked into the bathroom, removing the used condom and washing up. Rey was too spent to even consider the idea of moving. She felt as if she was floating. None of what had happened tonight felt real. A part of her — the survivor — feared leaving the comfort of Ben's bed, scared any motion would cause her to wake up and this whole thing would be nothing more than a pleasant dream. The larger — more rational — part of her brain told her she was exhausted from the night out and their intense love-making.

Love making?

Rey smiled to herself. She had never thought about sex that way. Sure, people had called it that — usually teachers who tried to romanticize what sex was or were too uncomfortable with saying the actual word out loud — but not Rey. She had never had time for sex or relationships. Now she found herself enjoying both.

The bed felt as if it had wrapped itself around her, collecting her in its soft linens and keeping her nestled in its safe space. She allowed herself to enjoy the comforting sensation, wondering why she hadn't thought to ask Ben what kind of sheets he had when she had gotten her new mattress.

"How are you feeling?"

She opened her eyes, only realizing once she had that she had closed them in the first place. Ben was standing on her side of the bed holding out a glass of water. She hadn't heard his question, only the sound of his voice, pulling her out of her thoughts. Rey forced her body to sit up, so she could accept the drink. She only opened her eyes enough to make sure she didn't spill.

"Thank you."

Ben waited patiently while she took a deep sip, before helping her place it on the nightstand. "Rey, are you alright?" He asked again.

"Yes," she smiled, up at him, opening up her eyes fully to take him in. He looked concerned. Slowly, her mind began to function again and she realized why he looked so worried. "Of course. I'm just enjoying it all."

His face relaxed. "Ok," he breathed out the word, as if he had been holding it in.

Rey studied him for a moment in the dimly lit room, considering she should check-in on him too. "Are you alright?"

"Alright?" He chuckled, running a hand through his messed up hair. "That was fucking fantastic!"

"No pun intended?" she quirked an eyebrow at him.

"Pun intended," he replied, wrapping his arms around her and playfully tackling her back down onto the bed. She fell back laughing, as he kissed the side of her head. "Pun," here he ground his hips against her, "very much intended."

Rey's felt another surge of heat pooling in her groin.

"Round two?"

Kylo woke up to a warm body pressed against his own. Eyes still closed, he smiled.

Rey.

He felt her baby smooth skin under his arms, where he had wrapped himself around her last night after their third — or what it fourth? — round. Kylo had fantasized about being with Rey more times than he could count, yet nothing came close to what he had experienced last night. It went beyond any daydream and fulfilled more than his aching need for physical intimacy. What they had shared was more than that and it gave him the courage to present her with the key he had made for her later. He planned on giving it to her once they got back from Cloud City.

With a yawn, he opened his eyes, reaching up with one hand to wipe away sleep dirt. Aside of him, Rey leaned back, instinctively seeking contact with him.

"Rey." He exhaled her name along the nape of her neck, before he placed a kiss there.

She shifted back against him, her rear grinding into his crotch area. He groaned, simultaneously loving and hating the sensation she triggered with her movement. It was possible she was still asleep and he didn't want to wake her if she was still exhausted from their late night. He knew how difficult it was to rouse her normally. His girl liked her sleep.

"Sweetheart, are you awake?" he tried again.

She mumbled something incoherent and backed up onto him again. Her taut ass dragged steadily against his budding erection. This time, Kylo was unable to contain himself. He swallowed a groan, as he tried to keep all the blood from rushing to his head. He was turned on to the fullest extent. Having Rey pressed against him was only making it painfully obvious. He placed his hands firmly on her hips, attempting to keep her from grinding any more. It was then he heard her muffled laugh.

So she is awake!

Little minx.

"You think it's funny?" He growled, playfully. In the next instant, he was flipping her onto her back and positioning himself over her. He put one knee between her legs and the left side to keep his balance. Her eyes widened. There was no fear there, only the twinkle of mischief. "What are you going to do now, Ms. Niima?"

Propping herself up on her elbows, she leaned forward to kiss him. "How about that?"

"Mmmm, good start," he smirked, "but not quite what I had in mind."

"And what did you have in mind, Mr. Solo?"

He lowered himself onto her, rocking his hips against hers, teasing her as she had him. Rey's eyes fluttered closed and the playful expression on her face vanished. For a second, he forgot they had plans to meet his uncle later or that he wanted to talk to her about their future. He ran his lips down the column of her throat, grazing his teeth lightly across the flesh before peppering it with another line of kisses.

"Ben!"

Rey's hands grasped hold of his sides, her hips rising off the mattress as she arched into him. Hearing her crying out his name with such need drove him over the edge. He froze above her, thankful they had with gone clothing last night after their final round. She stared up at him, eyes wide and skin flushed.

"Tell me to stop." He said, his tone somewhere between begging and commanding.

He wasn't sure which he wanted more. Despite all his years of intense training, he could feel the results of last night's events in his muscles. He was sure Rey could too. It didn't stop him from feeling a newfound hunger — a need to be buried deep within her always.

Rey didn't tell him to stop.

Instead, she reached across him to grab a condom off the nightstand. She sat up, prying her legs out from under him and mirrored his position. They were both kneeling before each other, naked and staring, unsure what to do. After last night, he had assumed he'd be comfortable with going again. They had already done it multiple times. Why was now any different?

For some reason, the sunlight had him feeling far less confident than the night prior. In the darkness he had felt like a predator. He had taken control, working Rey's body to hear her delicious cries of pleasure and see her fall apart at his touch. Over the course of the week, he had learned what she liked and what would send her over the edge. Last night, he had learned a few more tricks. He intended to use them again.

If he could figure out how to initiate it.

Luckily, Rey made the first move, carefully placing her hands on his bare chest. She ran her fingers over the smooth skin, as if tracing every muscle to memorize it. Kylo closed his eyes, savoring the sensation of her delicate touch. He loved feeling her against him, no matter where it was. Her hands on his cock, her lips on his, or her hands in his hair — anytime she touched him, he felt his body respond in kind.

And he felt it all the more when she stopped touching him, like how she stopped touching him now. He opened his eyes, seeing her removing her undergarments.

"Lay down," she told him, shuffling back to let him pass.

Kylo didn't have to be told twice. He started to lay back on his bed, adjusting himself so his shoulders, neck, and head were supported by the pillows. With the barest hint of pressure, she pushed him down until he was lying flat. Like in the limo, Rey sunk down on his hips, straddling him.

Oh, so my little minx wants to be in control, he mused.

He'd let her have her fun. He had delivered on her request from last night — taking her fast and hard. Now he was going to let her do the same to him.

Rey sat up on her knees, one hand splayed out on his abdomen to keep her balanced, while the other gingerly stroked his weeping member. He shivered at the contact, pleased by how small her hand looked on him. It was a point of pride for him. But nothing beat the sight which came next.

After a few more strokes, Rey positioned his head against her entrance, teasing him over her lips a few times, before sinking down until she swallowed him completely in her cavern. She bowed forward with a hiss. Kylo swore, his hands immediately grabbing her waist to hold onto her. Rey placed her hands on his shoulders, flashing him a wicked smile before she closed the distance between them and kissed him. She rolled her hips, experimentally, moaning against his lips when the angle hit the perfect spot within her.

She repeated the motion, trying to hit the same spot consistently. As she undulated on his hips, he glided his hands up from her waist to caress her breasts. They fit perfectly in his hands. He felt a surge of delight at that. It was as if she had been made for him. As petite as she was, in contrast to his larger form, she fit with him — in more ways than one.

As if to prove that theory, Rey leaned back. The weight of her body at such a slant, however slight it was, generated a whole new kind of feeling. Kylo felt himself hit her center and Rey's eyes were blown when he caught her gazing down at him. Her mouth was opened in that little 'o' he loved to see so much.

Spurred on by the sight of her, he rose to sit, using his arms to keep himself propped up. Rey sat up straighter, still grinding her hips down on him. She moved her hands to his neck, fingers massaging, while her thumbs stroked the lobes of his ears. Kylo hadn't realized how sensitive his ears were until he allowed Rey to play with them. It was like an electric shock ran straight from her touch down through his body to the tip of his cock. It had him approaching his climax.

"God, sweetheart," he groaned, tilting his head back.

Rey brought her lips down to kiss him and he lost it. She had had her fun. Now he wanted to be back in control.

With one arm, he pushed all his pillows together behind, as she continued to gyrate. Kylo shifted, allowing the pillow to support him, as he sat halfway up against the pillows. He grabbed onto Rey's upper thighs, matching her rhythm as she worked herself forward and backward. She grinned down at him.

Kylo flashed her a wolfish smile, before he lifted her up off of his cock. Rey gasped, unprepared for his assistance, until he guided her back down onto him just as quickly.

"Fuck!" she cried, keeling forward. She laced her fingers behind his neck, pressing her forehead against his as he drilled up into her. "God, Ben, don't stop!"

"I won't," he promised, thrusting up into her in time with when he brought her up and down.

The impact was deeper and waves of pleasure seared through them both until Rey couldn't intelligibly speak and Kylo was having trouble forming a coherent thought.

It only took a few more sharp thrusts and he felt himself careening over the edge. Rey crashed her lips against his the second he came, her walls clamping down on him at the same time.

Kylo wrapped his arms around Rey, hugging her tight against him, as his hips canted a couple of times, working through the downward spiral of his orgasm. Rey, in turn, cradled his head, pressing feather-light kisses to every inch of his face and neck. The lovers sat together in their embrace, blissful and temporarily sated.

When Rey slipped off of him, Kylo took a few minutes to get cleaned up in the bathroom, before joining her back in bed and under the covers.

"Breakfast?" he asked.

Rey turned her head to smile lazily over at him. "I'm starved."

"Can't imagine why?" he grinned, before propping himself up to kiss her. "I'll order in."

Kylo rolled over on his opposite side, grabbing his phone off the bedside table, where it sat with only one condom remaining. Had they really gone through almost all of them in less than twenty-four hours? He couldn't help smirking with pride, ridiculously pleased with his stamina.

Rolling over onto his back, he scrolled through the options for delivery on one of his apps. "What would you like, sweetheart? It's your birthday weekend."

"Mmmm, pancakes," she hummed. "Please."

"As you wish."

He placed an order for an egg white protein bowl for himself and a stack of buttermilk pancakes for Rey. The app said it would be about forty-five minutes, which gave them time for another round. Kylo made a mental note to stop at the drug store, while on their way back from Cloud City, for more condoms.

They were going to need a value-size pack to get them through the week.

Forty-five minutes and another shockwave of an orgasm later, Rey found herself out of breath and with a sheen of sweat across her body.

"Can every day be like today?' she asked Ben, as she peered over at him from where she was lying across his chest.

"If you want it to, sweetheart," he leaned forward, kissing her forehead, "of course it can."

She hummed, happily, closing her eyes and resting her cheek on him.

There was a knock at the apartment door, prompting them to get up. "That will be breakfast," he told her, as he nuzzled his face into her neck.

"Good, I'm starving." Right on cue, her stomach grumbled rather loudly. Rey blushed with embarrassment. She hated when it did that, but if it bothered Ben, he didn't show it.

"I'll get it," he replied. She rose up on her tiptoes, turning her face into his neck and giving him a quick peck on his pulse point.

"Go get a shower," he said. "Then we can eat." Ben kissed her on her temple, before she stepped into the master bathroom.

Rey didn't bother to shut the door. "In case you care to join me," she called out to him, trying to entice him to come back quickly. "It would save you money on your water bill."

She watched as he hastily searched through their pile of forgotten clothes to find something to wear.

Rey smiled to herself, as she followed him moving about. As hungry as she was, she was far more interested in diving back under the sheets with him. Having shared themselves fully with one another had been heaven and Rey only wanted to do it again and again. She had never been this happy before.

Nothing could remove the giddy grin from her face.

Kylo stood in the bedroom, staring at the steam rising in his bathroom. Maybe he could place another breakfast order from a different place to buy him some time. He could sneak up on Rey and surprise her the way she had surprised him earlier.

Another knock at the door summoned him away from her.

As if the delivery man was aware of Kylo's thoughts, the knocking became louder and more insistent. Forgoing a shirt, he tugged on his boxers. He didn't care if the delivery kid saw him. Let the teenager know what he had interrupted. Kylo was filled with inflated pride over what had transpired between him and Rey. Nothing could wipe the smile off of his face.

There was another knock, as he made his way towards the living room.

"Coming!" He bellowed.

This kid is not getting a tip, he thought, agitatedly, as he undid his locks. In hindsight, he should have check his peephole before he did. If he had, perhaps he could have avoid the confrontation about to take place.

He swung the door open, not looking up, as he tabbed through his wallet for the appropriate bills. "How much do I owe you?"

Had he glanced up, he might have caught the man in front of him and his amused expression. As it was, it was the stranger's chuckle which caused Kylo to look up and notice the man's face. It was a familiar one.

"I had started to think I had the wrong address."

It wasn't their breakfast delivery.

It was none other than Han Solo.

A/N: Thank you to abyssalspark who gave me some helpful hints on my smut-writing, since I'm very insecure about it. I know this is the chapter everyone has been waiting for. I hope it lived up to your expectations. *fingers crossed*