I'd never slept so well, and when I woke up, nestled in my husband's arms, I was warm, rested, and safe.

His chest was pressed against my back, my head resting on the bicep of one of his arms, while his other arm was wrapped tightly around my middle. I tried to move, but my hair was pinned under his head.

"Kylo." I whispered.

He didn't respond.

"Kylo." I said again, louder. I moved my hand to lay flat on his thigh, and shook him, calling his name again. "Kylo."

He jerked awake, and I was able to move my head to free my hair.

"What?" He demanded, groggily, his voice thick with sleep.

"You were on my hair." I explained, turning in his arms to face him.

He hummed, and then his eyes closed and head fell back against his pillow.

I got up, and went into the bathing room, smiling to myself at the slight soreness between my legs. A blush heated my cheeks as I remembered exactly what that soreness was caused by. After taking care of my needs, I went back into the bedroom, to find Kylo on his back, his mouth open as he snored. I thought about going to bed, curling up next to him, but I was already awake and knew I wouldn't be able to go back to sleep, so I went back into the bathing room.

I turned the water on, letting the events of last night play in my head as I waited for it to heat up. His mouth, his tongue, the look he gave me right before I...actually, I wasn't entirely sure what I'd done. I'd never known such a thing was possible. I stepped out of my panties and sighed when the water hit my skin, turning around and tilting my head back to soak my hair.

His eyes, and the liquid, unrelenting desire swirling in them was all that I could think about, the memory making my already sore spot tighten and throb.

I grabbed the shampoo and worked it in, then rinsed it out, watching the suds circle the drain between my feet. That sound he made when he felt me, 'Fuck, you're wet.' He'd growled. I bit my lip as a shiver went through me.

After I smoothed conditioner to the ends of my hair, I took the bath sponge and lathered soap into it, pressing it to my neck, dragging it down my chest. The way he'd trailed his lips, his tongue, down to my breast. I washed my shoulders, my arms, and then my stomach, my thighs, doing my best to ignore the ache between them.

I finished washing and turned, angling my head under the water to rinse my hair, reaching for the knobs when I was done. My hand stopped inches from them, and my heart fluttered when I remembered the feel of Kylo's hands, the release they'd brought me.

My hand came to lay flat on my stomach, then slid down, down, to between my legs. I explored myself, experimenting with touches and strokes, then slipped a finger inside, aching for the stretch and fill I'd felt last night. But, as hard as I tried to memic what Kylo had done, I couldn't, and withdrew my hand with a frustrated grunt.

I turned the water off and wrapped a towel around myself, opening the door to walk into the bedroom.

"My goodness you were in there a while." Kylo said, stepping into the doorway as soon as it opened, his eyes sparkling.

The corners of my lips pulled up into a coy smile. "Yeah." I said, teasingly. "And what of it?"

He cocked his head to the side. "Whatever were you doing?"

I bit my bottom lip, and watched his eyes darken with that predatory desire that made my knees weak. "I was thinking about you."

His pupils flared. "Is that so?"

I nodded, my stomach tightening, heat pooling between my legs.

"And tell me," he purred, stepping closer to me. He reached up and moved my wet hair away from my neck, bending down to brush his lips along my collar bone. "Did you touch yourself?"

I shivered, arching into him. "Yes."

An approving growl sounded from the back of his throat as he moved up to my neck, his nose barely brushing the sensitive skin. "Did your fingers feel as good as mine?" He scraped his tongue, his teeth right below my ear, and my knees buckled, a moan ripping out of me. His arms went around me, holding me up.

"I'm not sure." I lied. "I think I need another demonstration."

He nipped at my earlobe. "Do you, now?"

"Yes." I panted.

"Then I am happy to oblige." His arms tightened around me and lifted me up. He carried me to the bed where he laid me down with heartbreaking tenderness, and I untucked my towel, letting it fall around me.

He was over me, the weight of him pushing me down into the mattress as his lips found my own. I sighed, my arms going around his shoulders and pulling him to me. His hands were on my face, my throat, my breasts, teasing my nipples to perk little buds. His hardness pressed into me, and I ground my hips against it, eliciting a soft, wicked hiss from him as his fingers slid between my legs.

I spread my thighs wider for him, aching for him. But, instead of plunging a finger in as he'd done last night, he ran his finger up, and flicked. A jolt of pleasure went through me, and I threw my head back, crying out.

His lips pressed against my neck, his tongue lapping, his teeth scraping as his fingers rubbed tight circles.

I felt the build, the heat rising in my neck and chest, and when my thighs began to tremble, my fingers knotted in his hair, and I pulled his face up to capture his lips with mine in a hard kiss as I went over the edge, groaning into his mouth with each breath that sawed out of me.

I reached for his sleep pants, my fingers just slipping under the waist band when he stiffened.

"What are you doing?" He panted.

"I want to touch you." I told him, brushing my lips against his.

He swallowed, but didn't stop me as I pushed my hand under the band of his pants. I felt him, his heat, the softness of his skin that was rock hard underneath, and I wrapped my fingers around him.

I didn't dare look. If I did, I would see how enormous he was and I would lose every shred of nerve I had. So, I ran my palm over him, up his length, and then back down.

The heat between us grew cold, then awkward.

I snatched my hand away, out of his pants. "I'm doing it wrong."

His face softened. "No, you weren't."

My cheeks heated in a blush that blazed across my neck and ears. Who was I kidding? I couldn't pleasure him. Not how he'd pleasured me.

"Stop." He begged, his hand coming to cup my cheek. "You didn't do it wrong."

I scoffed. "I obviously didn't do it right."

He seemed completely unfazed. "You think I did it right when I was a virgin, touching a woman for the first time?"

"You didn't?"

He laughed. "Fuck no!"

I waited for him to elaborate, but he didn't. "What happened?"

He raised an eyebrow. "Are you sure you want to know?"

I considered. "Is this one of the ones I'll have to associate with?"

"No."

"Then, yes, I want to know."

"Alright." He shifted next to me. "I was fifteen, and she was seventeen, she was the daughter of one of my mothers maids and we'd been sneaking around for a few weeks, making out in broom closets, doing some heavy petting, but nothing under the belt, yet. Well, we were able to get away one night, stole a speeder and took it out to a field just off palace grounds to watch the sunset. Started kissing, started touching, and she asked me to finger her. Vicrul had done it and bragged about it endlessly, so I'm thinking 'how hard could it be?'" He laughed at himself, shaking his head. "She's on her back, things progress as they do, and I just put my finger in like I was poking her-" He held his pointer finger up, and made a jabbing motion with it. "But, that didn't get much or a reaction out of her, so I put another finger in." He raised his middle finger with his pointer finger. "And then I just-" He made a kicking motion with his fingers and laughed again. "So, she asks me what I'm doing and I think that she wants to dirty talk, so I say that I'm flicking her bean, and she starts laughing so hard that she goes into a coughing fit." He shrugged, smiling. "And there wasn't much going on after that."

I blinked once, then again, staring at him blankly.

He lowered his chin. "You don't understand a word of what I just said."

I shook my head.

"The point is that I had no idea what I was doing, but I learned." He shrugged a shoulder. "Just like I'll learn how to touch you and you'll learn how to touch me."

"You already know how to touch me." I objected.

"Making you cum a couple of times is not knowing how to touch you. "

"Is that what that was?" I asked. "You made me cum?"

He gave me a lopsided grin. "Yes."

I felt a blush flood my face. "Will that happen every time we're...intimate?"

"Yes." He said with absolute confidence.

My forehead crinkled. "Even our first time?"

His smile faded. "Do you think that our first time will not be enjoyable?"

"I was told that sex would never be enjoyable." I reminded him.

He was silent for a long, tense moment before he asked, "What else were you told?"

It wasn't the first time he'd asked.

I sighed. "That I would bleed the first time definitely, but most likely the first few times. And, that it would always be painful, and that I would hate it but that it was expected of me to submit to my husband."

He lowered his gaze, lost in thought. "I dont know if I should be pissed, or buy them all bunch of dildos and tell them to go fuck themselves."

I smiled. "What's a dildo?"

He glanced up at me."At Ovadia's party, did she get presents?"

"Yes."

"And were some of them shaped like a penis?"

"Yes!"

He nodded once. "That's a dildo."

"Oh." I thought back to the other details of the party. "Could you explain something to me?"

"Anything."

"Kateria said that you were the only husband who knew how to use his tongue."

His eyebrows flew up almost to his hairline and he stared at me with wide eyes. "She fucking said what?"

"Well, they were playing this game about drinking when you haven't done something, and one lady said that her husband doesn't…" I made a face as I tried to remember. "Feel down? Go to town?"

"Go down." He said, flatly.

"Right, that he doesn't go down, and then another lady said that no one could drink because the husband's don't know what a tongue is for, but Kateria said that you did."

He pursed his lips, his cheeks darkening as he thought. "I'm sorry." He said, anger making his voice sharp. "I didn't realize that she'd been so brash."

"What does it mean?"

He thought for a moment. "Do you remember, in your book, when the guy kissed the girl between her legs?"

My stomach dropped. "You've done that with her?"

He took a deep breath, and let it out. "Yes."

"Did you have a long term arrangement with her?"

He shrugged. "Not long term, no. It was only a few months."

A knock sounded on the door. Kylo rolled over, and went to answer it, while I stood, and grabbed my robe, pulling it on and tying the sash. I went to the closet, looking through my dresses for which one I was going to wear today.

"Where'd you go?" He called from the door.

"In here!" I yelled back.

He walked in a moment later, and handed the envelope to me. "It's for you."

My brow furrowed. "What is it?" I asked.

"Please, Rey, I don't read letters meant for you." He turned toward the bedroom.

"What if it's from a secret admirer?" I called after him.

"They obviously have great taste." He said from the other room. "I mean, have you seen how exquisite you are?"

I bit my lip, blushing hotly, and ripped open the envelope. "It's from Ovadia." I said, walking out into the bedroom.

He was sitting on the edge of the bed, and put an arm around me when I went to him. "Is Ovadia your secret admirer because that would be quite a twist."

I swatted at him with the letter and he laughed. "It's an invitation to breakfast."

He leaned over to look at it. "Are you going?"

I sighed. "Seems impolite not to."

His arm tightened around me. "But there are so many other things that we could do."

I grinned. "Like what?"

"Chess." He said, running his hand up my back, pulling me to him. "Some sort of sporting activity." His other hand slipped under my robe, to trail up my thigh. "Open mic night at a coffee shop."

"It's morning." I reminded him, making no move to stop his hands from their roaming.

"Then coffee at a coffee shop." He amended, pressing a featherlight kiss on my jaw. "We could go shopping for home goods." His lips made a trail down to my neck, and I tilted my head, giving him access. "Play monopoly." He pulled away to look at me, his eyes sparkling impishly. "I'll let you be the thimble."

"I have a better idea." I breathed, my voice surprisingly steady.

He raised his eyebrows. "I'm listening."

I pulled the end of my sash, undoing the bow.

His eyes darkened. "I'm listening intently."

"We could stay in bed." I suggested, letting my robe fall open. "And you could show me how you use your tongue."

His hand gripped my ass as a snarl ripped out of him. "Say the word." He growled, his eyes glazing.

I smiled, flipping my still damp hair back. "I want…" My hands brushed my shoulders as I pulled my robe off. "You." It fell to the floor at my feet. "To go down on me."

Before I knew what happened, he'd lifted me up, and had me on my back on the mattress. He planted suckling kisses on my stomach, his powerful hands going to my thighs, and he pulled me to the edge of the bed.

His grip on my thighs tightened, and he spread them wide, falling to his knees before me. He looked up in silent question, needing to know that I still wanted this, wanted him.

My voice was a choked whisper when I said, "Yes."

He smiled, and his head lowered. I angled to see what he was doing, but the first lick of his tongue had my head falling back with a breathless cry. He licked me again, lingering on the same spot atop my apex that he'd focused on earlier.

My breathless moans turned to whimpers, then to cries as he flicked his tongue over me, and I arched and bucked, grinding against his face. More, I wanted more. I wanted….what did I want? But as release began to simmer within me, so did an ache of need.

His lips closed over that bundle of nerves and sucked and I couldn't help the cries that poured out of me, my thighs clenching on his head still between them as I shattered.

My hands fisted in the bed sheets as I writhed, and as soon as I came down enough to relax, Kylo moved. But, not away from me. He threw my legs over his shoulders, and used one hand to spread me while he slid a finger in.

I gasped as his tongue swiped over me again and began to flick, drawing circles as his finger curled up.

My fingers knotted in his hair as I bucked and panted, pushing up against his face, moaning his name. He hummed in what must have been a groan, but that bit of vibration tipped me over the edge, and I cried out, my hips undulating as I tensed and trembled.

I fell back onto the bed, panting, and Kylo withdrew, kissing my right thigh, then the left as they fell from his shoulders. He stood, hooking one arm under my knees and dragging them onto the bed.

He pressed a kiss against my forehead. "So you don't fall off the bed." He explained, though I was too sated to care. When he stood, and moved toward the bathroom, I weakly reached for him.

"Where are you going?" I managed to ask.

"Shower." He said, kissing my forehead again. "You probably need another one, too."

I lazily shook my head. "Took one earlier."

"I know, but now you smell like sex." He said, his voice light with amusement.

I stirred, staring up at him with wide eyes. "You can smell like sex?"

He chuckled. "Yes. And you currently do. Wanna join me?"

I moved to get up, but the lower half of my body was like jelly. "Nope, can't move."

His answering smile was all arrogance and male pride. "I know." And walked toward the bathing room.

I sighed, hearing the water as he turned the shower on. "Those poor wives."