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For a day that was supposed to be the best day of his life, Ben found himself extremely exhausted. By the time the house had cleared out, and Leia had promised to be back in the morning, there was a part of Ben that wanted to stretch out on a bed that actually fit him, and sleep for HOURS.
But that was NOT on the plate. He stood next to his beautiful wife on the porch, as they waved goodbye to the wagon. He knew the sky wouldn’t turn beautiful shades of colors this evening, as there wasn’t a cloud in the sky. Ben was grateful to still have so much light left of the day though, so that the first time he saw his wife without any clothing, it wouldn’t be in the flickering light of a lamp.
Rey squeezed his hand and he looked down at her face. Beaming as it had been for most of the day, now it held a little of the wariness that he felt himself. He wondered if Leia had given her a “talk” as well, and blushed to wonder what she’d said if she had.
“What would you like to do, Rey?” He murmured, as he brought her hand up to his mouth, to give her a small kiss.
“I…I really would like to kiss you again.”
He grinned mischievously. “Oh?”
“I liked that a lot.” Rey admitted.
“Think we could do better?” Ben asked. “I mean, we were in front of everyone earlier. Now that we’re alone, and in the eyes of God, we are lawfully bound to one another. We just might be able to do better.”
She looked at him, with interested eyes. “How…how could we do better?”
“Well…we don’t have to hold back, for one.” He cupped her cheeks in his hands and bent over to kiss her again. This time, he let his hands roam through her hair, and she quickly caught on, reciprocating.
“Ben…your hair…” she murmured when they broke apart for air.
Ben pulled away. “What about it?”
“You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to run my hands through it.” She looked up at him as her hands flitted through his locks. “You actually caught me once. You were sleeping and I was going for your hair.”
Ben shook his head, smiling. “It’s nothing special.”
“I disagree.” Rey shook her head vehemently. “You have no idea how special it is. Really…how everything about you is. I’ve wanted to touch this…” She grazed her finger across what he knew was a mole on his face, and he flushed instantly. “I’ve wanted to touch this,” she grazed his lips. “I’ve wanted to do this…” She pulled him down and kissed his neck, and goosebumps flushed from head to toe from the second her lips touched him.
“Rey…”
“You said I didn’t have to hold back,” Rey murmured against his neck.
“I…you…” She had a point, but if this was how good she made him feel before they even undressed, he had no idea how he was going to survive tonight. “You’re right, just…ah…I might…” Her fingers worked their way under his collar and he felt his own fingers starting to mimic hers.
“You might what?” She nuzzled his neck with her nose.
“I…have no idea.”
“What have you wanted to do, Ben?” Heaven help him, but now she was nibbling on his ear.
“I…I…I might hurt you.”
She froze and pulled away, looking at him confused. “What?”
“I mean…I don’t mean…” Ben shook his head, trying to get his mind straight. “Not that I want to. I just…I’ve heard…what I want to do to you might hurt.”
Her mouth dropped open. “Oh. You mean sex?”
He gaped back at her. “Yes?”
“Ah. Yes…I’ve heard that too.” Now her face was as flushed as his was. “Is that all you want to do?”
He touched her cheek. “No. When I bought the parts to this dress, I dreamed about unbuttoning it to take it off of you.”
“Oh you did, did you?” She took his hands and positioned them behind her neck, where he felt the first button.
“And I want to see those ankles again. You taunted me with them for days, but now I haven’t seen them in awhile.” He played with the collar of her dress as he murmured against her neck.
“I can see how that’s frustrating,” Rey bit her lip, eyes sparkling.
“And that nightgown. Rey, I can’t believe you wore that while you cooked. Will you wear it again for me some time, and stand at the stove again? Now that I can actually do something about it?”
“But your mother…” Rey looked scandalized.
“When she visits Luke,” Ben amended, nibbling Rey’s ear. “I want to distract you from cooking, like you distract me from…everything.”
“I might burn something,” she warned.
“I don’t care.” He inhaled deeply, the scent that was deliciously Rey. “Do you know how good you smell?”
“I hope as good as you do.” Her hands were back in his hair again.
“I wonder how you taste?”
“T…taste?”
Ben felt her shudder as he gave a small lick against the nape of her neck. “Oh Rey…”
“Surely you can’t…ahhhhhh…”
“Oh yes, I like it.” He tasted her again. “Now I wonder if you taste this good everywhere.” He felt her fall and he caught her, pulling away in concern. “Are you ok?”
“Ye…yes, I…you feel so good, Ben.” Her eyes were glazed. “I couldn’t…can we…”
He bent over and scooped her up. “I’ll take you inside to the bed, if you need to sit, sweetheart.”
“Yes.” She caught his lips again and they were kissing, an altogether different sensation, now that she was in his arms like this. He carried her into the house, into her…his…their bedroom, and deposited her gently onto the beautiful bedspread she’d won them.
“Is that better, sweetheart?” He looked down at her, smiling.
“Yes. But what are you going to do?” She looked up at him wide eyed.
He studied her for a moment, then got to his knees. “Now where was I?” He realized just exactly how fluffy her dress and petticoat was. He felt through it for her knees, and pulled them apart gently. Her eyes widened and he pulled her closer, feeling her knees on both sides of his chest. “Now, make sure to tell me to stop if I do something that bothers you or hurts you, ok sweetheart?”
She shuddered again. “O…ok.”
He returned to his ministrations at her neck, fingering the buttons again. “Now…to start getting these undone,” he murmured. He played with one until he felt it give way, and he pried the dress apart. “Your skin…you are so warm, sweetheart.”
“I’ve never felt like this.” Rey admitted.
He managed to get another button undone and his hands were able to go farther down her back. “I wonder how many I need to undo before this slides right off your shoulders?”
“I…I don’t know.”
He pulled back, looking at her wide eyes. “You’re still ok?”
“Yes, just…oh Ben. I want you to stop and never stop at the same time. Is that strange?”
He grinned at her. “What if I do a little of both?”
“Wha…what?”
He let go of the buttons behind her neck and pulled back. “Are you really warm down here?” He gently laid his hand between her legs and was rewarded with a blush.
“How…how did you know? Did Leia….”
He gave a small spasm, but did not want to admit the things that Luke had told him. “No! I just…that’s…that’s….” He bit his lip and took a deep breath. “Let me try something, ok?”
“Ok.” He had managed to undo just enough buttons that her breasts were heaving nearly out of her bodice as she took deep breaths, and he was torn between finishing what he’d started, and starting something new.
He started something new. Pulling back from her, he rustled around until he found her feet. Her shoes were worked off and he felt his way up her stocking. Glancing up at her round eyes, he grinned at her. “I’m touching your ankles.”
Rey gulped. “I’m so glad no one can see.”
He continued the path up her legs until he felt bare skin. He now officially hated petticoats. He had long arms and all, but he knew if he let go of her legs, he would have to wade through layers of fabric to find her again. He paused, wondering what to do next. He could dive in. Literally. Just toss the fabric over his head to try and see what he was doing, but he had a vision of suffocating. But if he returned to the buttons, he could get it all off, including the petticoat, and see her in the clear. Yes. This is what he’d do. But he had promised something new.
Starting to feel up her legs again, her flesh began to give way to something softer. In wonderment at how different her thighs felt from his own, he made sure his touch was gentle. He didn’t want to bruise her. The space between her thighs were starting to get smaller and she was getting warmer and warmer. He was nearly there. Her breath hitched as he reached the top. Warm? He had been wrong. She was inflamed. And wet, he noticed, with curiosity.
“What do we have here?” Ben’s eyes locked with hers. His thumbs gently moved towards each other, feeling the wetness, and Rey’s legs shook.
“Be…Ben…”
“Yes?” He stroked her gently, eliciting a moan from her. “I think you like this.”
“I…I…”
“Yes?”
“It’s really hot in here.”
“Shall I go back to your buttons, sweetheart? We can take as much time as we need to.”
“Is it…wrong that I want to be out of all of this? It’s been hot all day and I feel like I might explode now.”
“Sweetheart, if you are ok with me seeing you without anything on, I will get this all off of you.” Ben pulled out from under her skirts and returned to her buttons.
“I mean…you’re going to see me eventually. Why not now, right? And if you hate what you see, we’re already married.”
Ben snorted. “Sweetheart, there is no way I am not going to love what I see.” He captured her mouth with his and kissed her thoroughly as he worked on her buttons some more.
“Maybe you need to get some of this off too?” Rey asked as they broke apart, fingering the buttons on his shirt hesitantly. The brush of her fingers against his chest threatened to make him combust.
“Rey, I…can we…one at a time? I don’t think I can focus on your buttons if you’re undoing mine.”
Rey pouted. “Ok, well then…don’t take too long.”
He gave her a grin. “Almost…there…” With that last button, the dress fell off her shoulders, leaving only her bodice on. “No. Are you kidding me? More buttons! How long does it take you to get in this every day?”
Rey laughed. “I can help. I’m pretty fast at it.”
A war waged inside his head, half wanting to take her up on that offer, but finally he shook his head. “No. I’d rather unpeel you like a fruit, and enjoy every sight.” He bent forward and kissed her bare shoulder as he started to work on the new buttons, which were thankfully in front of him, unlike the others. “And I can taste you as I go.”
Rey inhaled sharply. “T-taste me?”
“Mmm.” Ben gave her shoulder a small lick and felt a shudder underneath him. “Is this ok?”
“Y-yes.”
Ben continued to undo her buttons, kissing and licking his way down her chest, until he finally got to the precipice of peeling her bodice off of her breasts, which were threatening to bust out on their own with her heavy breathing. He pulled away and looked at her eyes. They were heavy lidded and it took her awhile to focus on him.
“W-why did you stop?”
He grinned at her. “You want me to keep going?”
She ground her teeth. “I don’t ever want you to stop. Why are you stopping?”
“I’m sorry, my lady.” He gave her a quick kiss on her lips. “I shall do better.” With that, he proceeded to unveil one bare breast, which he promptly suckled. He heard her moan, her head falling backwards. He blindly reached for her other breast, freeing it as well, and kneading it gently.
“Ben…oh…please…”
He switched sides, not wanting to give unequal attention and he felt her quivering underneath him. Something Luke had told him came unbidden to his brain, and he let one hand fall away from her breast, wandering back under her petticoat back to that warm apex between her thighs. He found the warmth there, and much more wetness than before, and he groped around until he found what he thought was the button his uncle had mentioned. He gently pushed it and was rewarded with her entire body suddenly coming to attention. Her hands immediately fell to the bed, to hold her up, and her hips were pressing towards his hand as hard as she could. A low scream rent from her.
Ben froze and pulled away to look at her, wondering if he had hurt her. Her eyes were squeezed shut and she snapped, “Don’t you dare stop, Bennnnnn.”
So he didn’t. He continued his simultaneous attention to her breasts, getting slightly more intense with his bites and moving under her petticoats, feeling more wetness starting to leak over his fingers. She was grinding against him, and with one gentle bite, her moans reached a peak and her thighs clamped against his hand, holding him in place. He kept pressing on that button, not knowing what else to do, and felt her body writhe underneath him, soaking his hand even further.
Then her body went limp, and she collapsed onto the bed. Was that how a woman came to her pleasure, he wondered in awe. And with this much wetness, would he actually hurt her? He pulled back from her, looking down at his hand and giving it a tentative lick. This was nothing like he’d ever tasted. It was delicious. Maybe Luke wasn’t so completely off his rocker with one of the more risque suggestions he’d given him earlier.
Ben leaned forward and laid down on the bed alongside Rey, and he reached over to stroke her hair with his dry hand. “You doin ok, sweetheart?”
She let out a small sigh. “Yes. That was…I had no idea I could feel like that.” Her head lolled to the side and she gave him a small smile, though her eyes remained closed. “And you did that to me.”
Ben felt his chest swell with pride. He had, hadn’t he?
“But now I have to say…I really am dying of heat. Can we please remove all of this now?”
Ben got back up and moved swiftly to divest her of all the clothing he was able to without her standing up. “Um…you’re going to have to get up, sweetheart. Let me help you.” He pulled her up and felt her clutch close to him. Once back in a standing position, they worked the rest of the clothing off onto the floor, and he picked the items up, carefully positioning them on the chair in the room, so they wouldn’t get wrinkled or crushed. As he finished, he felt small hands reaching around his waist, and starting to unbuckle the buttons on his pants. He froze.
“I will not be naked alone right now, Ben. Do I need to undo this, or are you going to?”
“Do you…want to?”
“I just want to see you, Ben. To touch you. If you can get it off quicker than I can…”
Ben never moved so fast in his life, whipping his own shirt off, and tossing it onto the chair with her clothing. He worked his pants and underclothes off in quick succession and they joined the heap too. Her small gasp from behind him had him freezing again.
“What?” He asked, afraid of what her reply would be.
“You’re so beautiful.” Warm hands slowly played along his back, and down the curve of his buttocks. He gulped, feeling the heat rise within him, and he was more terrified to turn around and let her see. Would she be afraid of him?
But no, his sweet wife continued to touch him, and she came to stand directly behind him, all her soft warm curves against him. The feel of her breasts against his back was phenomenal, and he let out a breath he hadn’t known he was holding.
Her hands slowly wrapped around his hip bone and came to his throbbing arousal. She inhaled sharply as she gently touched it, then took it in her hand.
“Oh this is nothing like what I’ve seen in horses.” Rey murmured.
Ben was aghast. Ok, maybe she wouldn’t be horrified, maybe she would be disappointed, if this is what she was to compare him to. “Um…is that a good thing?”
“Oh yes, I had no idea how that would fit. This…” She shifted to move in front of him and she touched him reverently. “This is still very intimidating but…I think it’s going to feel amazing, Ben.” She gave him a gentle squeeze and it was all he could do not to implode.
Ben finally looked down to see his wife in all her nakedness and she was delightful. It turned out the freckles were throughout her entire body. And there it was. That warm, soft mound, hidden behind brown curls. He gulped.
“You are beautiful, Rey.” His hands touched her shoulders, and he gently caressed his way down her naked arms.
“So are you, Ben.” She got on her tiptoes and planted a kiss on his lips.
“But I have to say…I’m not sure how long I am going to last if you keep touching me there like this.”
Rey’s hands immediately stopped their ministrations. “Oh no. I definitely want you to…do what it is that we’re going to do.”
“You got really wet down there, my sweet wife. Your body is ready to take me, if you are.” Ben smoothed her hair back and looked down at her fondly.
“Oh yes.” Rey planted another kiss on his lips and then beelined for the bed and flung herself on it. “I am ready for you, Ben.”
He shook his head, marveling at the woman he’d had the good fortune to just marry. “But are you?” He flung himself on the bed next to her and tickled her.
She shrieked and he had to move quickly to protect himself from her flailing limbs. “Ben that’s not what I meant and you know it!”
“Are you sure?” He gave her one quick last tickle and was rewarded with a swift kick to his shin.
“I’m sure!”
“Ok.” He pulled her towards him and quickly captured her mouth with his, and they got lost for a while in the kiss, and the learning of one another’s flesh.
He slowly worked his way back down to her leaking entrance and he got onto his knees, poised above her. “I’ll try not to hurt you, sweetheart.”
Rey dug her fingers into his flesh. “I will be fine. Please. I want you as close to me as you can get.”
He slowly entered her, and the question he had refused to ask her, was answered. She was definitely a virgin. She whimpered slightly, but her hands on his backside urged him on, and he finished breaking through, taking it easy on her. He moved slowly in and out, until he felt her body under him relax and had to count to 100 just to occupy his mind enough to make it through without releasing in her.
“Are you ok?” He asked.
“Ye-yes. Can you…can you just stay in me a minute and…ahh…kiss me?”
Ben pushed in as far as he could go, and obliged. For at least a solid minute. Then her fingers were kneading his buttocks, and her walls started to clench against him, and he lost it.
“Sweetheart, I have to…I…” He felt like he had to move or he might die. She was scratching him just right, and a few micro thrusts later, he was jammed into her, spilling into her the most fulfilling release he’d ever felt. She was stroking his back and when he finally relaxed, he pulled out and laid next to her. She turned to face him, smiling sweetly at him, stroking his face.
“That felt so warm. Is it weird that I loved that?”
“I’m glad you did, and I’m sorry it wasn’t longer, sweetheart.”
“I am sure it will be even better next time. I bet it won’t even hurt next time.”
He gave her another kiss and then they were just touching again, exploring one another’s flesh. At some point, he looked down and realized there was blood on his hand, and he froze.
“Oh sweetheart. I didn’t…I didn’t realize you’d…let me clean you up.” He moved to get off the bed, but she pulled him back down.
“Please don’t leave. It’s ok. I promise, it doesn’t even hurt anymore.”
But Ben insisted, and he finally broke free, going to the kitchen and heating up some water. He returned to their bed, and gently cleaned her up with the softest rag he had, dipped in warm water. Her small mewls told him that he’d made the right decision.
“That feels really good.”
“I’m sure there’s probably a poultice or…”
“Ben, I don’t need a poultice. I will be fine. I just need some more time. And I’m sure more of…playing…will help.” Rey wrapped her legs around his shoulders and he stopped his cleaning to grin at her.
“Rey…you surprise me. Who knew the dirty little urchin who ran onto my porch the other day would be so open with her body for me.”
Rey huffed. “I wasn’t dirty.”
“Sweetheart, you had mud caked in your hair.”
“Well that wasn’t my fault! I had bathed. And besides, it’s not like I acted like this with you before we were married.”
Ben set the rag down and climbed back into bed with her. “No, sweetheart. You are and have been the perfect…ok…acceptably proper young woman in public.”
Rey chuffed him gently on the ear and giggled. “You got that right. I’m your perfectly acceptable sweetheart urchin. But…in here, I want you all.”
Ben’s eyes twinkled at her. “And all of me you shall have.”