There's a carnal impulse that possesses Rey then. Not only does this feel good, but she wants to make Maketh feel the same. Feel what she's feeling, body and soul. Through heat and sweat. She relishes everything, from the pulling of her hair to the teeth on her skin. Rey brings her lips down to Maketh's ear, taking quick and sharp nips at the cartilage. Her nails drawing over her lower back. Calloused touch over smooth flesh.

Her middle finger curls into the opening of Maketh's slit, her palm pushing upward; massaging her there. Soft and slow, before finding her momentum again.

You don't have to be so gentle, you know. That's what Maketh had said. And Rey is taking her counsel to heart.