Sweetgrass Springs ~ Kylo Ren Modern AU ~

Chapter 9 : Falling

His body feels solid and warm against mine as I rest comfortably draped across his lap. His fingers comb gently through my hair, and every so often, I can feel him glance down at me from behind his reading glasses. He's sitting up against the headboard, a book in his other hand, his presence a soothing balm to everything around us. I let out a contented sigh in my sleep, feeling safe, feeling... loved.

The soft weight of his hand never leaves my hair, and even in my sleep, I can feel the way he touches me, like he's afraid of disturbing the moment, like he's trying to memorize the feeling of having me here with him. It's comforting, this space we've carved out together, and even though my eyes are closed, I can feel the tenderness radiating from him.

His sweet girl, his doll. His.

I feel the weight of his gaze on me, lingering, thoughtful. It's like he's trying to decide if he should say something, if he should break the silence that wraps around us. There's a tension in the air, but it's a gentle kind, like a question he's too careful to ask out loud. Maybe he's wondering if I'm ready for whatever this is, for the kind of connection that's more than just a weekend fling. I can sense his hesitation, the way he's holding back, like he doesn't want to scare me off before I even leave for my flight home tomorrow night.

I shift slightly in his arms, and his hand stills in my hair. He places the book on the bedside table and adjusts, his touch becoming more deliberate, cupping the back of my head gently, like he's afraid I might slip away.

I blink awake to the press of his lips against my forehead, so soft it feels like a secret. I can't help the smile that spreads across my face, warmth blooming in my chest. "G'morning, Ben," I murmur, my voice husky with sleep.

"Good morning, sweetheart," he replies, his voice low and tender, and I hear a note of something deeper in it, something he's not quite ready to put into words.

He tilts my chin to kiss me, first gently, then deeply. Morning breath be damned, his larger frame moves to be over me, his hand tangling in my hair and the other trailing down my torso. My breath hitches as he caresses my bare core, still sore from being prodded by him last night. "Fuck," he mutters as he slides a finger over my slick cunt.

I gasp gently, he inserts his middle finger, then his ring finger, kisses crawling down my stomach until his head is at my center, his tongue starts to lap at me.

I sit up a bit to get a good view of him. He seems hungry for his, for me, I can't help but feel so lucky at the idea that he might be so infatuated with me that he enjoys this. "Fuck Ben, you're so good at this."

He grins against my pussy before continuing, he groans when he uses his tongue to push deeper.

He fucks me the same way he did last night, that loving way involving whispers of sweet nothings. This time, however, he pulls out, cumming on my stomach. He grins with contentment at the sight of me messy from last night and today.

His voice is low when he speaks, a soft breath against the quiet room. "We ought to get cleaned up before I take you out and about, don't you think, honey?" There's a teasing edge to his words, but underneath it, I can hear the affection, the way he's savoring these moments with me.

I let out a small groan, squinting up at him, feeling flustered by the way he looks at me. "Your fault. I'm usually squeaky clean and smell like flowers."

His lips tug into a smirk. "I believe it." His voice is soft, teasing me just enough to bring a flush to my cheeks. His gaze drops back to the book for a moment, but I can feel the way his thumb traces slow, lazy circles against my scalp, a reminder that his attention is still on me.

I shift a little, trying to sit up, and my body presses against his as I offer softly, "Shower with me? Water bills are rising..." I trail off, biting my lip, waiting for his response.