[ Moving pliantly under his guidance, Rey sprawls out on the bed beneath him. She helps him wrestle off her shirt and pants until she's exposed. The air feels cold against her cunt and her chest, both wet from his attention in different degrees of directness.
She opens her thighs for him, welcomes his hips against hers and tries to tilt her body to get the angle just right and — Oh. She shudders as the fly of his pants, made stiff by his own arousal, pushes against the sweet spot, that bundles of nerves that makes her croon. She grabs onto his shoulders and plants her feet so she can thrust up to meet him, setting a more insistent pace.
But it's too much. The material too rough. And soon even that becomes frustrating. The whimpered sound she makes before she stops her grinding is more of a sob than anything else. She's never felt so empty, so desperate. She needs him filling her like Jakku needs rain and anything less is only kidding herself.
It's all she's got, though.
Rey sits up on her elbows. ]
Come here.
[ She tells him, reaching for his fly. ]
Let me — [ Words. The fact that she can't say it should probably indicate she shouldn't be doing it, but that's what you get from your fourteen-year-old girlfriend, Ben Solo. She's stubborn, fortunately, so— ] I want to taste you again.
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She opens her thighs for him, welcomes his hips against hers and tries to tilt her body to get the angle just right and — Oh. She shudders as the fly of his pants, made stiff by his own arousal, pushes against the sweet spot, that bundles of nerves that makes her croon. She grabs onto his shoulders and plants her feet so she can thrust up to meet him, setting a more insistent pace.
But it's too much. The material too rough. And soon even that becomes frustrating. The whimpered sound she makes before she stops her grinding is more of a sob than anything else. She's never felt so empty, so desperate. She needs him filling her like Jakku needs rain and anything less is only kidding herself.
It's all she's got, though.
Rey sits up on her elbows. ]
Come here.
[ She tells him, reaching for his fly. ]
Let me — [ Words. The fact that she can't say it should probably indicate she shouldn't be doing it, but that's what you get from your fourteen-year-old girlfriend, Ben Solo. She's stubborn, fortunately, so— ] I want to taste you again.