Rey stirred the next morning to the foreign feeling of a heavy weight settled over her middle and a steady stream of breath on the back of her neck. Her bleary eyes, stifling a large yawn as she came to, snuggling further into the heat source behind her. Ben's arm instinctively tightened around her, and she sighed happily at the comforting embrace she was caught up in. She didn't want to wake him, so she laid still, her thoughts drifting back to the night before, when he showed up.

He'd made her come three more times. First with his fingers. Then with his mouth.

By the time he'd actually fucked her, she was already boneless and blissed out. He'd had to hold her legs, so completely out of her body she had temporarily lost all motor functions.

She rubbed her legs together at the memory, relishing in the soreness between her legs. She'd seen his dick over FaceTime, but it had been somehow even more impressive in person. As he filled her to the brim.

His voice had been even more sinful.

He had ruined her with his guttural moans. The dirty words he muttered into her ear made her keen while his body dwarfed hers, fucking her within an inch of her life.

All lingering sleepiness was gone from her then, replaced by a heat low in her belly. She shifted around in the bed, trying to jostle as little as possible so she could turn around and face Ben. She was surprised to see he was already awake, his whiskey colored eyes staring deep into hers, a lopsided smirk crossing his features. The arm that had been curled around her waist tightened and pulled her closer to him.

So close, in fact, she felt his morning wood bump up against her belly as the space closed between them, and she felt a fresh wave of arousal course through her. She lifted her hand to cup his cheek, giving him a soft peck on the lips.

"Good morning, sunshine," he mumbled, reaching his hand down to squeeze her bare ass under the covers.

"Good morning, yourself," she whispered back, squirming again as his hand wandered from her ass to her front, cupping her mound. He groaned, leaning his head down to nip at her shoulder. "Shit, how are you this ready for me first thing in the morning?" He lazed his finger through her folds, completely unhurried and content to watch Rey release small huffs of breath as she closed her eyes at his touch.

A small sound escaped her lips, which turned indignant as he swiftly removed his hand from the apex of her thighs, bringing his fingers to his mouth to lasciviously lick her essence from him.

Having already had the safe sex talk last night, no words were needed when Ben lifted Rey's leg swiftly into the air and sheathed himself into her all the way to the hilt. They both groaned as he raised her leg higher, spreading her further apart to accommodate his girth. He stilled, allowing time for her to adjust.

She lowered her head to his shoulder, and nodded against his bare skin. He slowly began to move, setting a languid pace as he pushed in and out, nearly pulling all the way out between each individual thrust. It was a stark difference from the frantic fucking from the night before, both of them unable to keep their lust in check in the wake of being face to face for the first time since he called a random phone number.

Her head still on his shoulder, she had the perfect vantage point, staring at where their bodies were joined. Seeing his large hand engulf her thigh where it held her up, his shaft disappearing into her body over and over again, was intoxicating. She raised her head to kiss him, a sloppy, wet embrace, and he rolled them onto his back as he kissed her back, tongue plunging into her mouth and stealing the breath from her body.

She took a moment to acclimate to the new angle. He felt impossibly deep like this, and she braced her hands on his abdomen. She broke their kiss, throwing her head back as she rolled her hips, taking him in. Neither of them spoke, and yet this was somehow as passionate, as exquisite as every time he'd used his voice to shatter her.

His hands instinctively snaked to her body, one to grasp her hip and the other to lay on her sternum between her breasts. He helped guide her, his strong grip supporting her as she slowly rode him, keeping their lazy pace. There was something so intimate about this time, and she stared into his eyes as she towered above him, slowly pumping herself up and down on his cock, letting her eyes flutter shut.

They maintained this slow, unhurried cadence while Ben let the hand on her sternum rove all over her body, leaving goosebumps in his wake. The tingles she felt all over her body were electrifying and she shifted slightly, nearly pulling herself completely off him before sinking back down, eliciting from him a deep moan, finally breaking the blissful silence.

"You're the girl of my fucking dreams," he croaked, her eyes flying open to meet his.

"Say that again," she said, pausing mid-thrust. The air in the room changed on a dime.

He sat up abruptly, arms cradling her so she wouldn't fall over from the movement. He smashed his lips against hers in an impassioned but too-brief kiss, releasing his mouth from hers so he could trail open mouthed kisses along her jaw, down her neck to the juncture between her shoulder, leaving a trail of blazing fire against her skin.

"I said," he practically growled, fingers tracing up and down her back, causing an involuntary shiver from Rey. "You're my fucking dream girl." She whimpered, a fresh wave of arousal coating his length, and rolled her hips, as if daring him to take action. She lifted his head from where he was licking and sucking the dip in her collarbone, her eyes boring into his.

"Then fuck me like you'd fuck your dream girl," she challenged.

In an instant, he had her on her back. All calm, sensual tenderness had evaporated, replaced by blistering, crackling desire as he kneeled above her, looking down at her while she writhed under his appraising eye.

"I'm going to fuck you on every surface of this apartment, baby." He breathed, voice dangerously low and she almost came from his words alone. She crept her hand down her body towards her clit, but he intercepted her. He grabbed her wrists, lifting them above her hand and trapping them. He maneuvered so one hand was restraining both of hers, the other tweaking a nipple on its way to her cunt, teasing her folds as she moaned in ecstasy.

She breathed in to say something, tease him, but was immediately rendered breathless as he impaled her with one swift motion.

He didn't give her time to adjust, this time. He withdrew almost completely, then slammed back into her, deep thrusts pummeling into her over and over again while he kissed her everywhere he could reach, his one hand still holding hers hostage above her head while his other teased her clit in furious circles. Not for the first time in the last twenty-four hours, Rey felt like she was having an out of body experience, her pleasure taking over her and losing her mind to the sensations she was feeling everywhere.

She screamed as her orgasm crashed over her like a wave, Ben swallowing her scream as his mouth covered hers to delve his tongue in a lewd kiss, his pace and fingers not slowing down for a second. She whimpered into his mouth, her legs quivering and bundle of nerves begging for a reprieve but not getting one.

He snapped his hips a few more times in quick succession, his rhythm becoming increasingly erratic. The room was full of pants and grunts, Rey climbing higher and higher faster than she thought imaginable at the unrelenting onslaught of Ben, Ben, B--

"Ben!" She cried, a second orgasm overtaking her within minutes of the first, each nerve ending overly sensitive. He worked her through her release, her whole body spasming through the aftershocks, until a few short thrusts later he stilled inside her, expelling ropes of his hot cum, painting her insides.

He hovered over her still, staring into each other's eyes as they caught their collective breath. He kissed her sweetly, and rolled onto his side, bringing her with him so they faced each other, still joined as one.

He finally withdrew from her, and she winced slightly at the loss of fullness. He traced light circles into her hip, while she ran her fingers through his now sweat-soaked hair.

"Now what was it you were saying about every surface of this apartment?"

It turned out Ben lived in the building next door to Rey's.

Not that he spent much time at his own place anymore, in the two months that they've been together.

They fell into a sweet domesticity, Ben staying over at her place most nights. They shared an equal affinity for 80's culture, and had a movie night each weekend, working their way through all the classics. So far they had reprised the night they "met" by watching all three Back to the Future movies, and moved on to making their way through the John Hughes filmography. Tonight's selection was Ferris Bueller's Day Off.

Not that they were paying much attention.

"God, Rey, your pussy was made for me." Ben grunted out between thrusts.

She was bent in half over the arm of the couch, his arms caging her in on either side, using the armrest for leverage as he fucked up into her.

"Maybe…. oh fuck, Ben. ..maybe it's your cock that's made for me," she stuttered out, breathless as she rested her head against the couch as he nipped at her shoulder blade while simultaneously moving to circle her clit, at which an obscene noise escaped her lips as he stilled inside her, straightening up so that he was still inside her, but no longer covering her body.

She almost turned around to ask what the fuck do you think you're doing stopping like that but the words died in her throat when she felt a delicate trace of his finger, so opposite of what he was just doing to her, start from the dimples right above her ass, all the way up her spine. His touch was featherlight, barely a whisper on her skin and she shuddered in anticipation. She tried to roll her hips, to get the friction she desperately needed, but his other hand grasped her hip tightly and held her still, flush against him. She was so full of him, so desperate for movement, but the torture he was executing with his fingers on her back was the sweetest way to combust.

When his fingers reached her neck, he changed course again, grabbing a fistful of her hair and pulling back gently as he picked back up a punishing pace. Her back arched, her hips undulating back to meet him thrust for thrust as he crowded her senses. He leaned forward again, one hand on the couch and one still fisted in her hair, bringing his mouth to her ear.

"I love it when you say things like that to me in that sexy fucking accent," he crooned in his low, dulcet tone. She moaned again, unable to control the noises she was making as he continued to ravage her.

"Hnnng ohfuckohfuck," was all she managed to get out, her insides beginning to flutter around his cock as she crept closer to her climax.

"That so, sweetheart? Do I make you lose your mind? Do you like it when I fill you up and mutter filth in your ear?" He teased, releasing his hand from her hair to find her clit, his fingers in a dance that matched the pace of his cock inside of her.

"You can say anything you want, just don't stop talking," she babbled, unable to focus on anything but what she was feeling. He chuckled, and that sound, him flush against her body, sent a vibration down her spine and threw her over the precipice. She came with a shout, her body clenching around him. She heard him swear behind her, spilling into her very shortly after she came apart around him. He pulled out, dropping light kisses all the way down her spine, slowly crawling backwards along the couch in order to reach where her spine met her ass.

He hopped off the couch, extending his hand to Rey. "How about a shower?" He asked with a wink.

She took his proffered hand, ignoring the massive parade musical number playing on the television as he led her down the hall for what was sure to be a moment just as memorable as the rest.

Ben Solo loved eighties music. Journey, Wham!, Duran Duran; name any song, and he could probably sing every lyric from heart.

He had his routine; work, workout, eat dinner, and watch movies.

His girlfriend now seamlessly fit into his routine.

It was a Friday just like any other Friday. He was at his routine stop at Total Wine, now picking up a bottle of Cabernet to accompany his IPAs.

His phone began to ring as he walked out of the store back to his car, purchases in tow. The familiar notes of the song "867-5309" chimed in his back pocket, and he fished it out with a smile on his face, knowing exactly who was on the other line.

"Hey baby, what's up?"