Rey was known for always having a plan, and plans for her plans. She despised feeling bare or unprepared, never would she be caught off guard.
However, Ben Solo was a completely different story, he was mostly known for his recklessness in classes and being kicked out of them for challenging the professors lectures. Nothing could be stable in that head of his, yet despite all the red flags and less than ideal personality, Rey's knees wavered every time she saw him.
Maybe it was the fantasy of letting him take control, seize it from her. He made her want to let go of control and right now? Right now her mind was far too gone to acknowledge if she ever had control over anything.
Once Ben caught the drift of her suggestion, his gaze shifted to a more menacing one (if it was possible) almost predatory, his hands fumbled and began looking for access to everything, too flustered and needy to care, all she could do was moan. Moans that had to be kept at minimum because they were supposed to be studying. Why were they in the first place?
Ben's hands caressed her breasts and his right roamed slowly on her stomach to carefully change direction towards the hem of her jeans. She didn't even flinch, all she did was let out a tiny obscene mewl at the anticipation of what Ben was suggesting. She eagerly welcomed his hand by unbuttoning her jeans and quietly settling them to the side, feeling her core burn up at the sensation of being exposed to Ben.
He looked at her and smiled, leaned down to her neck and whispered as he pushed her panties aside finding her soaked core.
Sister Winter
2022-02-26 11:45:24 +0000 UTC