Redemption: A Reylo Story

Two Become One

REY

We stand and stare at each other for the longest before I tentatively reach up and slowly run my hand across Ben's abdomen, fingers navigating the hills and valleys of his muscular torso. Moving up to his chest, I graze my hand across the firm muscles as his breathing accelerates.

He is such a perfect specimen. I lightly flick my tongue across one of his nipples, and he gives a little gasp, so I do it again.

He has the side of his bottom lip between his teeth, biting down just hard enough for the skin to pale slightly. Staring directly into his eyes, I use my thumb to slowly free his full bottom lip from its bondage. His black orbs echo his need as they seem to have endless depths. Right now, the emotion front and center is pure desire. I shudder under his gaze but know my eyes must look the same to him.

My thumb still rests on his bottom lip lightly rubbing back and forth when his mouth opens enough for it to slip inside. Closing his lips around my thumb, he begins to gently suck, moving it slowly in and out, never losing eye contact. My sex pulses hard, and my thighs squeeze together, unable to stop the sudden urge to rub them against one another.

Allowing my thumb to pop out of his mouth with a small smack, Ben rubs his own thumb over my jawline. I realize my mouth is hanging open, dragging in breaths, and think to close it. Before I can, Ben moves in and captures my lips with his own gifting me with the most passionate kiss we have shared so far. He ends with biting down on my bottom lip just a little less than gently, and dragging it slowly through his teeth.

Without warning, he grabs me around my waist, lifts me up, and sits me on the nearby table. Shoving the maze game off, pieces scatter to the floor. My legs have wrapped around his hips, and as he grinds himself into me, I gasp at how hard he is for me. Closing his eyes, he grinds his hips against me again, letting out a shuddering moan. The urge to rub my legs together changes to an urge to rub myself against him.

Roughly, he pushes me flat on my back on the table. Reaching down to purposefully detach my legs from around his waist, he slides his hand up my thighs taking advantage of the splits in the fabric. Moving farther up, his hands come in contact with the side straps of my tiny undergarments.

He has been watching his own movements, but now slowly drags his eyes to mine with a questioning look moving across his hungry face. Nodding my head in permission, I immediately feel his fingers reach under the straps of my bottoms and pull them down my thighs. A fleeting moment of fear and modesty races through me when the cool air hits my nakedness, but the anticipation in his features quells those thoughts.

Grabbing me around my calves, he applies pressure forward, bending my legs at the knee. Lying on my back, with knees up, I lose sight of his face and feel so vulnerable in this position. His hands between my thighs, gently pressing them open, sends hot tingles shooting up my spine. Agonizingly slow, his face comes into view. The origin of the look there, causes my hips to jerk upward involuntarily. I can feel my body doing all manner of new things I didn't know it was capable of.

Reaching out his long fingers he makes contact with my outer lips. Pressing in gently, he uses his index finger to get between the folds to the slick wetness underneath.

Groaning, he moves his finger up to my swollen nub and gently strokes it. Taking in a hissing breath through clenched teeth, I exhale with a shuddering cry, only to repeat it again. Mini explosions detonate inside my lower body as his fingers continue to explore me.

Moving between the inner lips, he finds my entrance and slips one finger inside. I gasp when that urge to be filled intensifies. Slowly dragging his finger almost out and plunging back in, my hips buck up to meet him. The moans coming from Ben indicate he is a giver and very much enjoys giving me pleasure.