How Sweet It Is

Say When

~Mature Content Ahead - Proceed at your own risk~

Ben didn't let go of my hand, instead, he pulled it close to his chest, brushing circles over it with his thumb. I watched him then, the way his eyes followed the path that his finger traced. A lock of his dark hair fell into his eyes and without hesitation, I brushed it back behind his ear. Those endlessly deep brown eyes met mine then. Looking through me and into my soul, sparking something within me. 

My breath hitched.

Keeping my hand firmly pressed against his chest his other hand found its way to the nape of my neck, pulling me down until our lips brushed together. Just a whisper of a kiss, as if asking if it was okay if we could go further. And damn me to hell if I didn't want to go further. To sink further into him as I had a hundred times before. I'd be a fucking idiot to run away now. Not after becoming this vulnerable again.

So I gave into him. Reciprocating in the only way I knew how.

Parting my lips I invited him in. Relaxing fully into him with the taste of him.

This. Moments like this one was what I had missed the most. Small quiet moments like these. Those insignificant little things that seemed impossible to recreate with anyone else.

The closeness that we had shared before, is what I had missed the most.

Heat rushed to my cheeks and I was grateful for the dim lighting in the room so he could not see me blush.

"That was-"

"Kiss me again," I said without thinking. My mouth getting ahead of my mind yet again, but this time I was not at all upset about it.

That contagious shit-eating grin plastered itself onto his face, "With pleasure, sweetheart."

When he kissed me this time there were no questions and no reservations. My hands went straight to his hair, nails raking against his scalp. He pulled me on top of him. My legs straddling him on either side. Both of us were desperately clinging to each other, reacquainting ourselves with one another.

His scent all but consumed me.

When his hands slipped underneath my shirt, they caressed the creases of my ribs before finding my breasts. My breath hitched as he began kneading them rhythmically. Slowly at first then more earnestly as I moaned against his ear.

No words were spoken. How could we begin to explain the complexities of how we felt? How we'd felt apart? And the confusing wave of emotions the last day and a half?

Tracing a hand down from the nape of his neck down his chest I made my way down to the button of his pants and the bulge that had hardened there. I smiled coyly as I unbuttoned and then helped slip his pants open. Sitting upright I helped him fumble through helping me remove the yellow lace panties from underneath my skirt.

Finally disentangled from our clothing I slowly lowered myself down onto him. Pausing for a moment to adjust to his width.

Fuck me.

Fuck him.

My vision blurred as a wave of insatiable need reverberated through me. That instinctual desire that was preprogrammed within us, and what I needed was more of Ben Solo. I wanted him to take me until I forgot who or what I was. I hadn't been with anyone in nearly five years.

Five bloody long years.

Without Ben.

Without any desire met because I knew no one would come close to Solo.