[ Where Ben has avoided marking her, Rey has no such compunctions. The moment his neck arches, she drags her mouth across his pulse point and sucks it into her mouth, painting a trail of purple-red splotches to his shoulder. It isn't a conscious decision, but one driven by instinct and enthusiasm, like a teenager with raging hormones leaving her first hickey. ]
My hand is on your cock.
[ Or her hand is on his hand which is on his cock, to be more precise. Not bothering to hide her amusement, her laughter openly vibrates against the base of his throat. It's suffice to say she's enjoying bartering and bantering with him entirely too much. ]
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My hand is on your cock.
[ Or her hand is on his hand which is on his cock, to be more precise. Not bothering to hide her amusement, her laughter openly vibrates against the base of his throat. It's suffice to say she's enjoying bartering and bantering with him entirely too much. ]
You'll have to do better than that.