What are you doing, stepbro? Ben Solo x Reader

Chapter 14

He just kisses you, could be seconds, could be minutes. Time has no meaning while you are lost in the feeling of his lips on yours, his hands gently exploring your body. His touch isn't selfish or hasty.

He's so gentle, more so than he's ever been.

It doesn't feel like you're secretly kissing your stepbrother. Like what you're doing is wrong

It feels like you're kissing Ben.

But deep down you know when the haze wears off, it will all change. So you'll enjoy it while it lasts.

Even if it's just for one night.

He pulls away from the kiss. "Lay down."

You nod, drinking him in as you do as he asks. It's dark, but you can see his pale skin is a little flushed, and his hair slightly messing from you running your hands through it.

Then, he takes off his shirt.

God, you can never get used to him.

He's built perfectly, it looks as though he's been formed by the gods.

For a fleeting moment, you question how you got so lucky.

He leans down and begins kissing your neck. He has one hand planted beside you, and the other gently caresses and squeezes your breast.  You shiver and you place your palm over his, and your other hand trails over the muscles on his other arm which is holding him up.

He plants gentle kisses down your stomach, and he touches you so carefully as if you're delicate china. He kisses your pubic bone, while his hands are running up your sides. Then, he looks up at you with such gentle eyes your heart pangs.

You grab his hands, and pull him towards you.

"Just put it in, please." You whisper with pleading eyes.

He must have already taken it out, because he pushes your hands up, past your head, and intertwines his fingers with yours.

He slowly thrusts inside, giving you time to get used to his length and girth.

You feel full, and not just in your pussy.

You feel whole, with him inside.

Once he feels you relax, he slowly rocks his hips, shallowly thrusting inside. His damp skin is against yours, his firm muscles against your plush, soft skin.

He moans, your pussy is gripping his cock and you take him so well. Your body moulds to his, you're perfect. The smell of your shampoo and how soft your skin is turns him on so much. And your light, breathy moans and whimpers.

The way it feels like you're like two pieces of a puzzle fitting together.

To you, at least.

Does he feel the same warmth in his chest?

He thrusts all the way inside, and when he kisses your cheek he feels wetness.

"Don't be afraid," he whispers in your ear, "I feel it too."

A wave of relief washes over you.