[ There's nothing about this that Rey doesn't already instinctively know. It starts with a slow roll of his hips, fully meeting the motion of her own, and the next few movements are only gradually faster though each one ends with them pressed tight and flush together in a way that makes his breath stutter into deeper sounds not too unlike her own. But as he feels her adjusting to accommodate him he's starting to pick up the pace, turning those measured movements into much less restrained thrusts, those muscles underneath her fingers flexing as he arches into them, seeking out just the right angle for them both. He'll know it when he finds it, he's confident of that, since Rey's nothing less than expressive, whether or not actual words are involved right now.
The sensation of her fingertips skimming across his skin, and her fingernails digging in sharply enough to leave trails of warmth in their wake, does plenty for him, and he's more than eager to quell any concerns about whether she's gripping him too tight or scratching too deeply. He's blatantly encouraging her with quiet groans, pressing into her hands rather than away from them when he's not busy sinking back down to kiss her, all intensity and alternating firm, coaxing strokes of his tongue across her lips and into her mouth with sharper catches of his teeth into her lower lip.
He would be nothing but pleased if she leaves claw marks down his back, just like he'll eagerly drop down to leave sucking bruises on her neck and throat if she offers him the least bit of encouragement to do so. ]
You feel so good, Rey. [ There's no restraint in the praise that he murmurs either, when he's catching a breath or two in the perfect chaos of everything blending together. It seems like a good time to slip his hand back down between them, to offer her even more stimulation. ] Are you gonna come for me?
[ He's not trying to rush this, but he feels that familiar tension rising, and if he doesn't have the restraint to slow it down it's hard to imagine that she will. ]
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The sensation of her fingertips skimming across his skin, and her fingernails digging in sharply enough to leave trails of warmth in their wake, does plenty for him, and he's more than eager to quell any concerns about whether she's gripping him too tight or scratching too deeply. He's blatantly encouraging her with quiet groans, pressing into her hands rather than away from them when he's not busy sinking back down to kiss her, all intensity and alternating firm, coaxing strokes of his tongue across her lips and into her mouth with sharper catches of his teeth into her lower lip.
He would be nothing but pleased if she leaves claw marks down his back, just like he'll eagerly drop down to leave sucking bruises on her neck and throat if she offers him the least bit of encouragement to do so. ]
You feel so good, Rey. [ There's no restraint in the praise that he murmurs either, when he's catching a breath or two in the perfect chaos of everything blending together. It seems like a good time to slip his hand back down between them, to offer her even more stimulation. ] Are you gonna come for me?
[ He's not trying to rush this, but he feels that familiar tension rising, and if he doesn't have the restraint to slow it down it's hard to imagine that she will. ]