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Ben couldn’t help but stare at Miss Aurelia Nima as she danced merrily with Finnius Storm. He noted with some regret that they made an elegant pair, with Finnius matching Miss Niima’s frenetic energy, as Ben so longed to be the object of her affection since his return from Cambridge. He’d known her since they were children, playing together when the occasion called for it, even sharing a governess for a brief period, that was until the scarlet fever took her parents and her uncle moved into her home. Then Ben went off to university, off to Cambridge much to his own uncle's dismay, the man believing Oxford was the only school worth attending.
Ben had returned with some idyllic idea of living the life of a bachelor for a few years before settling down with an adequate match. Then he returned home to a celebratory dinner and was stopped short by Miss Niima's fiery personality. He might have been smitten if he had not felt so out of his depth.
Although his mother had made it clear that she just wanted him to have a happy match, he knew that Aurelia, or Rey as she preferred to be called, seemed insistent on being contrary to society’s whims. This included dancing more than twice with himself as well as Finnius, her dearest friend, not to mention outright refusing to dance with Lord Huxly at his own ball. Rey was the type that would settle for nothing more than the promise of passionate love and whirlwind adventures. Still, Ben was relieved that his mother found her antics amusing so he could continue to (not so secretly) pine for her.
Young Lord Solo was so torn up after the ball at the Huxly’s, feeling restless and destitute of Miss Niima’s affection, that he went for a ride, despite the promise of rain. He was certain to take his own young horse, Silencer, who was sturdy and steady despite his youth. He rode through the countryside, all the way to the little creek that slipped behind the home of Miss Niima, where she lived with her slovenly and unkind uncle.
Despite his own need to be out-of-doors after having such a late night at the Huxly’s, he was surprised to find Rey sitting at the edge of the creek.
“Oi! Ben!” she called, waving him over.
Of course he went willingly, although dressed more leisurely than he preferred in her presence. His cravat was loose and he wasn't even wearing a riding jacket.
“Miss Niima,” he greeted, bowing to her from his mount.
She scoffed and rolled her eyes, pushing herself up off the ground to approach him.
“You’re always so formal,” she scolded, her eyes glinting mischievously.
He had to remind himself to take a steady breath and not pout. “I don’t wish to be disrespectful,” he replied quietly, averting his gaze long enough to reclaim some sort of coherent line of thought. That was until Rey lifted her skirts enough to show off a flash of bare ankle. “You’re up relatively early,” he commented, looking up at the looming rain clouds and not at how the object of his affection was splashing in the stream.
“I found the house a bit stuffy. Plus, Unkar is in terrible sorts today, too much wine I gather,” she replied, scrunching her nose in annoyance. “Would you wish to go walking with me?”
“Oh– I–”
Rey looked up at him with big round eyes and Ben was hopeless to do anything but say yes. He dismounted his horse, leading him by the reins and gesturing for Rey to walk in her desired direction.
She beamed at him, slipping her feet into her slippers before leading him on a trail through the woods that separated her property from their neighbors.
“Did you enjoy the ball last night?” she asked with a sigh, plucking a mulberry from a bush and popping it into her open mouth.
“I— Yes,” Ben huffed, cheeks heating as he did his level best to think of less pleasant things than Miss Niima’s tongue and lips.
“I’m glad. Miss Tico thinks that you’re a rather proper dancer and that you should teach Lord Huxly how not to step on the feet of others,” she mused.
“Is that why you refused him?”
“In part. Truly he’s not a man I enjoy the company of, although Miss Tico seems to enjoy rattling him on occasion.” Her cheeks dimpled with a smirk and he couldn't help but imagine tracing it with his thumb.
“Rattling?” he asked absently.
“She likes to shock him,” Rey replied with a conspiratorial expression.
“Oh,” Ben uttered. “Do you…” He cleared his throat and looked at the strap of leather in his hand. “Do you enjoy rattling people?”
She chuckled. “Mostly just you. You’re a very good sport about it,” she teased. “Finn is fun as well but I suspect Poe enjoys rattling him more.” She bit back a smile, clearly amused by her assumption and Ben huffed, uncertain what to think of it.
They had been walking for a good half hour when thunder clapped overhead, startling them from their conversation.
“Oh, I should get you back to the house,” Ben commented, feeling foolish for having been so distracted by Miss Niima’s pert musings.
“Surely it’ll pass,” Rey protested, clearly avoiding returning home.
Ben scoffed, remembering their time together as children. “You always say that and yet somehow we always get caught in the rain,” Ben glowered at the raindrops that started to splatter on his white linen shirt.
“What? We can’t be that far from the house,” Rey retorted, looking up to the sky to have a fat drop of water hit her right on her nose. Of course she laughed and brushed it away.
“We must be close to three miles away,” he fretted. “Come now, let’s get you on Silencer and then I’ll take you home. Or perhaps to my mother’s if you feel so reluctant to return just yet. I’m sure it’ll be time for tea soon.”
“You’ll take me to your mother’s while I’m so improperly dressed?” she asked, gesturing to the old morning dress she wore.
“My mother isn’t as fickle as you like to believe.”
“No, I suppose not.” She tilted her head, looking up at him rather bemusedly.
However, their time to hurry to the shelter of one’s home was quickly decided for them, Ben stepping into the saddle before offering Rey his hand, her foot using his as a step to pull herself into his lap. In a matter of moments his shirt was soaked through and he was grateful that he was able to maintain some sort of modesty between them with her turned away from him.
Ben’s breath was taken from him. He hadn’t thought this through. There had been many times as children that they’d shared a saddle, but Rey usually rode behind him in those times. But now, with her body pressed into his, it was much different. She was warm and inviting and he had to focus on just how tightly he held the reins as he directed Silencer to return home.
However, with each step of Silencer’s trot Ben could feel his member taking interest in what lay under Rey’s skirts. He was helpless to move around, shifting in his saddle, in an attempt to shield Rey’s body from the worst of the rain, only seemed to give her hip and thigh more exposure to the mounting concern in his trousers.
“Ben?” she asked curiously.
He grunted, unable to find use of his tongue as pleasure tingled in his core.
“Are you alright? You seem terribly uncomfortable,” she said looking up at him. Her lashes were wet, freckles in sharp contrast to the paler of her skin.
“I–” he gasped, unable to provide a pleasing answer. Although, she seemed to not truly require one, leaning up to kiss him on the mouth.
Ben gasped, Silencer halting with the slight tug of the reins.
“I’m sorry– I—” Rey stammered, her cheeks turning the same shade of pink as the roses in his grandmother’s garden.
But Ben was anything but sorry, quickly bending forward to kiss her in return. It was clumsy, wet from the rain and their inexperienced mouths, and a bit clunky when their teeth clashed together. But, oh , to Ben it was everything: it made the clouds part and the rain stop and flowers come into full bloom in an instant. His heart fluttered, however it did nothing to temper his arousal.
When they finally parted it was with secret smiles and kiss-bitten lips, Ben urging Silencer to return to his previous occupation, all while Ben’s arm held Rey a little closer, their warmth lingering in the layers of fabric between them. Despite his own growing mixture of dread and elation he was reluctant to dismount and let Rey go ahead of him for even a moment. Instead, with each jostle and press he was forced to face the fact that he would embarrass himself by spilling his seed in his pants, and only took solace in the fact that there were yet many layers of fabric between them.
His cheeks burned in his shame, his eyes fluttering from a mix of the wet drops falling from the sky and the heat that coursed through his veins He was practically huffing and puffing, something he was glad he could attribute to the effort of the ride rather than they way his heart pounded from Rey’s body pressed and rubbing against his own.
Despite the joy he found in sharing a saddle with Rey, he was relieved when they finally made it to the estate, Ben helping her slide off the saddle so she could run inside and find dry clothes and a warm fire while he took a brief moment to return the horse to the stables. Although he also needed to change, if not for being soaked through with rain, as much as the warm and sticky mess that was beginning to chafe his inner thigh. The last fifteen minutes had been especially unsavory as Rey’s body kept shifting against his, causing an over sensitivity after a brilliant release.
When he finally met Rey and his mother in the tea room, they were already in steady conversation about the ball.
“Ah Ben, how was your ride?” His mother asked with a knowing glint to her eye that he found unsettling.
“Wet and fortuitous as you clearly know,” he replied, feeling a little on edge as he gestured to Rey.
Leia gave an amused laugh as she poured his tea, pushing the plate of sandwiches towards him.
“I was just speaking with Rey, I think I’d like to invite her to stay the week, if that’s alright with you?”
“The week?” Ben asked, alarm rising within him
“Can’t hardly send her back in all this rain and you know they suspect it’ll be like this all week. No sense in losing a good carriage to go back and forth on waterlogged roads when she’s such good company.”
Ben looked between the two women, feeling as if he was walking into some merry trap they'd set. “Alright, I think that would suit you both well.”
“Although, I am still tired from last night. Maybe you should ensure that she has some company in the library after tea?” his mother suggested.
“Oh, Leia— Don’t bother him,” Rey protested demurely.
“No, it wouldn’t be a bother. I’d rather like to spend some time in the library with you,” Ben quickly interjected, uncertain if she had been disgruntled about their kiss without any following declaration of his intentions.
“Good, that settles it,” Leia chirped. “Once this storm clears I'll have someone go fetch your things, Rey.”
However, if Ben thought their time in the library would strictly consist of stealing glances over new books he was clearly mistaken. They'd found a quiet little nook, away from prying eyes, which was not so unusual for the two childhood friends, except Rey had practically pulled him by the cravat to settle over her.
“I think we should practice kissing,” she said breathily after stealing a few hasty kisses of her own.
Ben was in no mood to disoblige her, quickly claiming her lips and settling his body in the cradle of her thighs. Their kisses slowly became less urgent and more practiced, their hands roaming as their bodies relaxed.
“Rey,” Ben gasped as her fingers traced the shell of his ear.
“Hmm?” she hummed, with red lips and a soft gaze. She shifted under him, reawakening that feeling that had plagued him on their ride.
He brushed his fingers across her temple, returning his mouth to hers, his hips betraying any sense of honor he might have normally had. He rolled against that soft place between her thighs, his cock pressing eagerly against the front of his breeches.
Rey huffed against his mouth, arms wrapping around his shoulders, her book long since abandoned on the floor. For the breath of a second he thought of pulling away, of letting some sense settle between them, instead her leg wrapped around his hip, pulling him flush against her. He grunted, bracing one hand behind her on the arm of the couch, while his other found purchase on her bare leg. He shivered, drawing in a shallow breath as his eyes screwed shut in bliss as that hot coil tightened within. He kissed down her jaw, burying his face in her neck as he rocked steadily against her.
Urged on by his own burning need and Rey’s little pants in his ear, he built up a steady rhythm, the heat of her seam feeling so good despite the layers of fabric between them. Rey’s hands ran through his hair, her own hips rocking to meet his as she babbled little words of excitement. Then it happened, the little grunt that left her as her body trembled and shook. It caught him by surprise and once again he found himself spilling in his pants with little fanfare.
“Oh,” he breathed, his dazed eyes meeting her half lidded ones. He brushed her hair back, kissing the corner of her mouth before pulling away. “Oh!” he said again as he realized what they’d done.
He sat back looking between them, not only at the wetness that he knew resided in his own breaches, but the glossy wetness that soaked the front panel and center of her pantaloons.
“Rey, I— I’m sorry,” he stammered, cheeks heating as he urged her to sit up and aided in pulling her skirts back down.
“For what?”
“I— I was improper with you.. I’ve.. sullied you,” he whispered.
“Sullied?” She repeated, looking at him in question.
“I’ve spilled my seed between your thighs,” he whispered, barely able to look at her. “And it seems that you reached your crisis.”
“Oh,” she murmured looking at her lap. “Is that so terrible?”
“We’ll need to get married,” he lamented. This isn't exactly how he'd imagined asking Rey for her hand, it was hardly dignified but he blanched at the idea of others learning what they'd done.
“Married?” she asked, looking almost appalled.
“I know I’m not an ideal match…” He replied, squirming uncomfortably in his seat. “Especially after being such a brute. But I’ll do my best to be a tolerable husband.”
“Ben…” she placated.
But he rushed to continue, his mouth dry. “Of course, if you don’t want to marry me then you’ll need to tell me who, so I can help ease the match.” He knew he was rambling in his panic and was grateful when Rey pressed her fingers to his mouth.
“Do you even want to marry me?” She asked him, eyeing him rather skeptically.
“I–” His heart hammered in his chest. “Yes. Desperately,” he answered very decisively.
She narrowed her gaze at him. “You’re okay with marrying the girl who pushed you into the mud?”
He thought back to that first time he’d met her, him being demanding and prudish, her being wild and feral.
“Yes,” he nodded eagerly.
“Will we live here?” she asked him curiously.
He nodded, his heart fluttering with hope. “Or in London.”
“I could get away from Unkar,” she whispered, glancing away.
He lifted her hand and kissed her knuckle before smoothing over the skin with his thumb. “We could stay away as much as you want,” he confirmed.
A slight dimple appeared on her cheek and he desperately wanted to press his lips to it, except they were interrupted by the library door opening. The pair flew apart, each picking up their books as footsteps approached, Ben quickly crossing his legs in an attempt to hide the mess on his pants.
Ben looked up and was horrified to see that it was his mother looking between them rather expectantly.
“I was wondering if you two would be interested in having your friends over for dinner tomorrow?”
Ben frowned, not wishing to share the time Rey was staying with them with others.
“That sounds lovely, Leia. Ben and I can announce our engagement.”
Ben nearly choked on the air he breathed as he looked at his mother wide eyed, fearful of some sort of disapproval.
“Oh!” she exclaimed, looking nearly gleeful between the two. “That is lovely! Does your uncle yet know?” She asked Rey.
“No, ma’am.”
“Well, we’ll find a way to tell him so he won't put up too much of a fuss. You can stay in the apartments in London after you take a tour of Europe. I'm sure Rey would like to have an adventure.”
“Oh,” Rey demurred, as if anyone could refuse a gift from his mother.
“Yes, I think that would be swell. We could call on Uncle Lando in Paris,” Ben suggested, filled with hope that his marriage wouldn't be a disaster.
“He's in Rome now, but yes I do think you're right, Ben.” His mother corrected him encouragingly. “Let me go make arrangements for tomorrow.”
Leia made a swift exit and once again they were left to their own devices.
Ben let out a whoosh of air, leaning back against the sofa, before turning to his betrothed.
“I think your mother is happier about it than you are,” Rey suggested with a raised brow.
“Hardly,” he huffed, turning towards her and pulling her closer. The dimple reappeared and he leaned over to kiss it.
***
Exactly two months later he and Rey were married and in their carriage on their way to London.
“Everything is so pretty,” Rey sighed as she snuggled against his side. The shades were open and she rested her head on his shoulder as she watched the countryside pass them by.
He tucked a wisp of hair behind her ear, pressing his lips to her forehead. Rey turned her head to look up at him, her expression rather daring. “Close the blinds, Darling. I think I’d like a nap.”
He blinked at her for just a moment before everything connected. He rushed to pull down the blind on his side before reaching over her to pull at hers, capturing her lips with his upon his retreat. She giggled against his mouth pushing him back so she could sit astride his lap. He huffed, his hands gripping her hips to pull her tight against him.
“Rey,” Ben sighed, kissing her chin, her jaw, her neck as she began to roll her hips. They were well practiced in the art of lovemaking, Rey moving against him until she was satisfied, Ben usually following quickly after. He could hardly feel bad about sullying the girl, not when she looked so fresh eyed and flushed afterwards. Especially not now that they were married so he could really let his hands wander, rucking up her skirts in search of bare skin.
“No drawers?” he asked, his breath hitching at the realization.
“Oh dear. I must have left them behind.”
He whimpered as his hands gripped her backside, all smooth skin. “Can I see you?” He asked, his cock hard against the front panel of his breeches.
Rey grinned devilishly, sliding off his lap and tumbling into the seat across from him. Despite their… activities, they’d kept fully dressed. It was Ben’s desperate hope to keep from getting caught in more precarious positions and therefore ruining Rey’s reputation. Not to mention he wanted to save something for their marital bed, although it seemed the honeymoon carriage would have to suffice.
WIth a bite of her lip she was lifting her skirts and Ben was left to sit there in awe.
“Ben?” Rey asked, sounding concerned, moving as if to cover herself.
“Sorry, sorry,” he muttered, lowering himself to the floor of her carriage. “You just look… So different.”
“What were you expecting?”
“I–” he shook his head, his palms stroking up and down her thighs before he kissed her knee. “I don’t know,” he replied, kissing up her thigh towards the crux of her. He let his fingers trace over the dark curls, now on full display, no longer only peaking at him from the opening of her drawers. They were lighter than his own but very similarly composed over her pubis and he let his knuckle trace over the folds that he was surprised by the most.
Her thigh flexed under his palm and his eyes flicked up to watch her mischievous expression melt into one filled with pleasure. He repeated the motion, finding moisture gathering on his skin.
“Oh,” he gasped, knowing that secretions came from her pleasure but was unsure of the source. He brought it to his lips, breathing in the heady scent before tasting it with his tongue.
Rey gasped, her eyes watching him hungrily. He wanted more, wanted to kiss her and taste her all over. Keeping his eyes locked on hers he dipped forward, kissing her mound, letting his tongue slip between her folds as if he was kissing her lips.
“Ben,” she gasped, barely audible above the sound of the carriage moving over the gravel road.
He grunted, licking her again and again not wanting to disappoint her as her fingers grasped his hair, her heels digging into his back. To his delight she began to squirm against the seat, his own arousal nearly matching hers as she canted against his face, much like she would against his thigh or his groin in the throes of passion. He desperately tried to keep up, finding a little pearl of flesh with his tongue as his cock strained against the front of his breeches.
He grunted, tongue probing, lips sucking as Rey moaned and gasped, her hands pressing him into her center until her body. She was demanding of his attention and it did nothing to quell the tension that coiled at the pass of his spine. His labor seemed to make her warmer and wetter, his tongue lapping eagerly through her center to collect the salty moisture that dripped from the core of her until she was seizing and gasping through her crisis.
Panting heavily, he pulled away, wiping his mouth on his sleeve. Rey cupped his cheeks bending forward to kiss him, surely tasting herself on his tongue.
“Good?” he asked as he sat back on the bench and guided her into his lap. He was hard and aching but unwilling to disturb the calmness that came after her crisis.
She hummed contentedly, her hand reaching for the hardness in his pants.
Ben groaned, nudging her hand away. “Rest, there’ll be plenty of time for that later.”
***
They found there was plenty of time. Plenty of time for Ben to explore Rey’s body, time to discover what made her moan and shake. So much time that they barely thought to go on very many excursions and by the time they returned back home Ben was fairly certain Rey had fallen apart on his tongue no fewer than one hundred times (he'd kept track). He was certain it had to be a record.
Upon their return to his mother’s estate, a brief visit as they waited for the finishing touches to be applied to their London home, he toured the stables. He hated the idea of leaving Silencer behind but knew that the city life wouldn’t suit the stallion.
However, when he emerged from the stable and into the paddock he was alarmed to find Silencer mounted on one of the mares.
“By God, what is he doing?!” Ben asked, appalled by the sight of Silencer’s large member thrust into the female horse.
Poe, the stable master, turned to look at him, apparently appalled by his declaration. “They’re breeding. Good God, man, are you not married?”
Ben faltered and blushed. “Yes, but— but–” he stammered, cheeks burning as he tried to walk back his glaring ignorance.
“What have you and Rey been up to on your honeymoon?” Poe asked with an incredulous expression.
Due to the forwardness of the question, Ben could only sputter in response, his eyes snagging back upon the breeding beasts as they fell apart.
“You don’t mean to tell me–” Poe asked, great amusement overtaking his surprise.
“I’ve been a very attentive husband,” Ben huffed defensively.
“Oh,” Poe chuckled. “Clearly.”
“I’ve spilled my seed,” Ben stammered, trying to get the man to stop laughing at him.
“But clearly not inside.”
“Inside,” Ben gasped, suddenly realizing what that little cleft between her folds might be. He’d found it easy enough with his tongue, but thought it more like a navel than an entry point.
Poe fell into a giggling fit, slapping his thigh merrily as tears of amusement came to his eyes. “Truly the upper class is all so well-bred they don’t even know what the word means,” he commented crudely, Ben unable to do anything but take offense.
“Don’t take it harshly, Ben,” Poe commented with a clap to his back. “Mayhaps we should find a quiet place and you can be free to ask some questions.”
Ben took the other man up on his offer, shameful as it was to hear that although he had pleased his wife, him spilling his seed on her didn’t sully her as much as he had feared that first time. He felt like a fraud, tricking Rey into believing she had no choice but to marry him.
Ben returned straight to the house, skipping tea altogether as he flopped onto his bed, not even bothering to take his boots off. He was dazed, inconsolable as he processed the wisdom Poe and imparted. The man had been incredibly informative, despite becoming more exasperated and biting with each one of Ben's questions. Although Ben took heart that was doing his duty in pleasing his wife, he'd yet to consummate the marriage.
His mind raced as he vacillated between imagining Rey leaving him and getting an annulment for any number of reasons and imagining the way Rey’s body would feel around his cock, the way she’d moan and sigh as he pleased her. Then his thoughts would shift to an all new horror, being unable to please his wife ever again, that her body would simply stop responding to his ministrations. It was during this torrent to images that Rey returned to the room, the door quietly opening to admit her.
“Ben?” Rey called, as she came in, shutting the door behind her. “You missed tea, are you feeling alright?”
Ben lifted the arm that covered his face before rolling over and off the bed, crawling on his hands and knees to her before wrapping his arms around her legs and resting his forehead at her feet, wondering how on earth she’d ever forgive him.
“What on earth is the matter?” She asked, wobbling as she adjusted to his presence.
“I’ve made a horrible mistake. I’ve lied to you. How will you ever forgive me,” he bemoaned.
“What on earth are you talking about?!”
“That night in the library. When I said we had to get married. We didn’t! Well…. What we did wasn’t proper but it had no real consequences. I'm afraid I’ve trapped you,” he babbled, voice mumbling in the fabric of her skirts.
“What?” she asked, bending so her hand could card through his hair. “Could you please get up off the floor, this is all so silly.”
He sat up, sitting back on his heels, his hands fisted in her skirts, afraid she’d run screaming down the hall from him if he let go.
“Apparently there is something that we’re not doing correctly in the marital bed,” he lamented. “We’ve yet to consummate our marriage.”
Her eyebrows shot up as she looked down at him. “Not doing correctly?” She snorted. “Preposterous. It feels quite right I think. Although, I must admit I’m not exactly imagining God, children, or my king when your head is between my legs,” she commented amusedly.
“No, not that part. Poe said, that part was exceptional and I should keep doing that. But apparently my member is supposed to fit inside of you.”
“Well it fits in my hand and my mouth… between my thighs,” she replied, her brow knitting in confusion.
“No, inside that little cleft I found. The one that gets all wet.”
“It would fit in there?” She mused.
“If I use my mouth first,” he suggested. “It should fit without problem, even if you can barely fit your little hand around it,” he explained gently, remembering Poe’s scowl as he protested the idea of fitting inside that little hole.
Her eyes widened and she sucked in a breath. “Well, I think you should make up for tricking me by showing me what you learned today, Benjamin.” She tilted her chin up with her demand.
“Yes, madame.” Ben nodded eagerly, feeling contrite.
“As soon as possible if you must,” Rey mused, that dimple fitting into her cheek as she looked down at him rather wolfishly. His cock pulsed in his trousers and he knew she was genuine in her interest.
He smiled up at her, lifting her up against him as he made it to his feet and carried her to bed. He laid her upon it, his fingers fumbling with her laces to pull her free of the confines of her clothing.
“You seem in a hurry,” she chuckled, tugging at his cravat.
“I’ve been thinking about it for hours and you’re finally here and you don’t hate me,” he replied, undeterred from carefully untying her stays only to toss the garment on the floor.
“How could I hate you?” She asked around a gasp as his lips wrapped around her nipple.
He didn't answer her, just rolled his tongue over the stiffening bud. She grunted and rolled against him, her fingers wrapping around his collar to drag him up to her mouth. Together they fumbled with what remained of his clothes until he was bare like she wanted, her hand quickly slipping between them to stroke his hard cock.
“Ah, ah,” he tutted lightly, pinning her hands near her head as he kissed down her body. “I was told I should prepare you well,” he informed her, sucking at a pert breast before traveling lower. It was a well practiced path but he still took his time, marveling at the dips and valleys of her velvety soft skin.
He enjoyed watching gooseflesh erupt as his breath ghosted over her navel, the hairs that covered her mound ticking his chin. He hummed, scooting between her thighs, Rey shifted, draping her legs over his shoulders. He kissed her inner thigh, blowing over her center, his nose nudging her thatch of curls. His tongue dipped and swirled, slowly building her up before finding that bundle of nerves that would pulse between his lips when she found her passion.
Although, it seemed his wife was impatient. “Husband,” she whined, rolling her hips determinedly. He growled, the word that fell from her lips fortifying him, his cock throbbing at the title she’d still felt so generous to still bestow upon him. He rewarded her by licking her open with the flat of his tongue, prodding at the little opening before teasing over her nub. He traced his finger through her folds, teasing around the dripping hole, gathering her slick on his finger.
She gasped, her heels digging forcefully into his back as squirmed and writhed. Her hands tugged painfully at his hair and yet he faithfully continued to lap at her quim. He let his finger slide into her tight channel, hot and wet and welcoming. She gasped and lurched and Ben nearly panicked thinking he’d hurt her.
“Are you alright?” He asked, not even bothering to wipe the evidence of her pleasure away from his mouth.
“Yes,” she hissed, pulling him towards her again. He went happily, his lips latching around her engorged and slippery pearl as he crooked his finger, making room to add another.
Rey gasped and giggled, rolling her hips as he began to thrust his fingers. He marveled at how she opened for him, the snugness of her changing so his movements became easier, slickness increasing until the wet sound of his movements turned to a rhythmic squelching.
She grunted, and rocked, hands in his hair, keeping his face shoved between her thighs until they were squeezing around his head. Rey grunted like an animal and suddenly there was a great gush of liquid that splashed against his chin and palm. He groaned in surprise but kept up with the movements as he lay within the trappings of Rey’s ecstasy.
Only when she relaxed against the bed did he bother to pull away, kissing up her body, enjoying the little twitches of her limbs until he was able to properly slot in the cradle of her thighs.
She looked up at him, eyes half lidded, lip bitten between her teeth.
“Okay?” He asked her, brushing her hair away from her face before cupping her jaw and kissing her.
She grunted, her arms wrapping languidly around his neck. “More,” she whispered hoarsely against his lips.
He smiled and kissed her before pushing himself up to sit on his haunches. His cock was hard, dripping from the tip in all of his excitement. He stroked himself with the wetness that still clung to his fingers and palm, groaning as the pleasure crawled up his spine. There was a tight coil of lust in his core, making his thoughts cloudy as he notched the head of his cock at the slippery entrance of Rey’s quim.
He pushed slightly, terrified of hurting her, pulling a gasp from her as her eyes widened.
“Sorry.” He pulled back, fearful he’d caused her discomfort, but his wife was undeterred, hooking her leg over his hip and pulling him back towards her. He tried again, cursing as he sank a little farther, the tightness of her body enveloping around his member. He groaned, nothing had ever felt so good as he pushed deeper. She was so warm and wet and all consuming, nothing could compare and he felt his cock twitch dangerously even though he’d barely made it halfway.
He trained his eyes on Rey’s face, watching as it opened in awe before her brow knitted with another roll of his hips.
He lifted her hips, hoping for a slightly better angle. That seemed to change Rey’s demeanor entirely as she sucked in a breath, her mouth dropping open as her hands relinquished the sheets and reached for his thighs. Ben grunted, placing a pillow beneath her to keep her hips tilted up. He was pleased that the angle eased things, as Poe promised, allowing him to sink home.
Finally he was sheathed fully, his hips flush with her backside, his hands propped on either side of her head. He huffed, trying to focus on anything other than the way her walls seemed to almost shiver around him.
“Rey,” he gasped, eyes rolling towards the canopy above them.
“It’s alright,” she soothed, her nails scratching lightly over his ribs. “It feels good.”
Ben bit his lip, nodded and rolled his hips. Rey hummed, a small smile playing across her lips. He bent down to kiss her, his hands in her hair as he thrusted against her, hoping to hold back long enough to find a sturdy rhythm despite the way his whole being shivered in anticipation.
He kissed her cheeks and eyelids, his pace picking up as his spine tingled and his muscles tightened. His movements halted and stuttered as he whimpered and grunted, his cock pulsating, spilling inside of her with shuddering breath.
Rey clenched around him, and he continued to thrust determined to make her feel just as good, everything so impossibly wet. The over sensitivity of his cock sliding through her tight channel made him ache but it wasn’t the raw discomfort that came when he’d rubbed himself on her body, or spilled in his pants. It was torture by the divine as he continued to thrust against her, his hips slapping wetly against her backside.
She grunted, held him tight as she rolled her hips in time with his movements. To his relief, he stayed hard to continue to chase the pleasure promised on her face. She gasped and mewled, her fingers reaching between them to tease at her little nub. He sat back, watched how her nether lips wrapped around his cock, the pads of her fingers brushing against his shaft. He grunted, pleasure spreading from his center.
He reached out and palmed at her breasts, rolling her nipples between his fingers, pleased when it made her clench around him again, her breathing uneven as she chased her release. She tightened around him, sending a shock up his spine as the sensation pulled him closer to the edge. He sped up, jerking his hips roughly, batting her hand away from her body as the heel of his hand pressed against that place that was certainly beyond sensitive. His fingers pressed into that soft place on her belly, everything was so wet between them there was barely any friction, just a wet glide and a lewd slapping of skin. .
Rey was panting his name, arching her back, grabbing her breasts as she became impossibly snug despite the abundance of slick arousal. Sweat beaded his brow, his jaw dropping as he felt that pull on the base of his spine, that telltale tingling spreading through his groin. With a strained shout of Rey’s name he was spilling inside of her again. It seemed to overwhelm her, her body gushing with each thrust of his hips and grind of his palm.
Spent and exhausted he collapsed onto the bed next to her, his arm draped over her as he was pulled down into the dark abyss of that post coital haze.
His fingers twitched and he awoke, blinking blearily as he rolled to try to find his bearings. Rey was still next to him, but tucked under the covers. He grunted, pushed himself out of bed and shuffled out of the water closet to go to relieve himself. Upon his return he poured himself a glass of wine, crawling back into bed.
Rey snuffled and groaned, rolling over to face him.
“Morning,” she rasped with a smack of her lips.
“I think it might still be evening.” He offered her the glass and she propped up on her elbow before taking it.
She hummed, pushing the glass back into his hand before collapsing back onto the pillows.
“Was it good?” Ben asked, abandoning the wine on the nightstand.
“Amazing. I can’t believe we were missing out on that the whole time. And to think you wasted all that time at Cambridge just to get your real education from the stable master,” Rey teased good naturedly.
He grumbled rolling her under him and kissing her silly. “You could have, perhaps, imparted some wisdom.”
“How dare, good sir! I'm a lady,” she retorted with a haughty air and a barely contained grin.
Ben snorted, his fingers finding the sensitive skin on her ribs and giving her a tickle, sending her squealing and laughing, renewing his vigorous interest all over again.