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apropos of nothing in particular, i have been slowly quietly working on this and maybe it will be something someday.
“Do you want me?” Rey asked, nearly whispering.
“Yes,” Poe said, making himself look up at her face and not at her breasts. They would be soft against his face, would smell so deliciously of her skin, but he wasn’t sure she was really offering them so he looked up and restrained himself.
Rey shivered, which was possibly too exciting given how closely she was pressed up against him. “I don’t understand what I feel,” she said.
“That’s okay,” Poe said. “You can try just feeling it. Do what feels right. It’s okay.”
“I don’t know,” she said. “I just– we played around and I felt so good, and– tell me what you and Finn did, I want to hear what you did.”
I might die, Poe thought, looking up at her. She was clearly aroused now, and wriggling in his lap a little bit with definite intention. “You want me to tell you a sexy real story,” he said. “Not a fantasy but a thing that really happened, just now.”
“Yes,” she whispered.
He licked his lips, and she watched him like she was hypnotized, fingers twitching in a loose grip on his shoulders. “I took his clothes off him,” he said, pitching his voice low and soft and hoarse. “He took some of my clothes off, but he got distracted. He’s so pretty, Rey, isn’t he? His body is so perfect.”
“Yes,” she said, “I like to look at it.”
“I know you do,” he said. “So do I. I like to touch it, too. I put my mouth all over him, Rey. I kissed him everywhere, I sucked on his neck.”
She wriggled a little, and he decided to respond a little. He moved his hands down toward her hips, and pulled her a little tighter against his body. “I kissed his chest, too,” he said, lower and softer, letting his voice grate a little in his chest, “sucked on the skin there a little. Do you want me to show you or just tell you? It’s up to you, baby, what makes you feel good.”
Her breathing hitched a little as she considered it. She was definitely rubbing herself against him a little, getting what friction she could from the seam of her trousers. He was starting to get hard, but he figured adjusting himself so she was rubbing on him like that would be too much.
“Show me,” she whispered.
apropos of nothing in particular, i have been slowly quietly working on this and maybe it will be something someday.
“Do you want me?” Rey asked, nearly whispering.
“Yes,” Poe said, making himself look up at her face and not at her breasts. They would be soft against his face, would smell so deliciously of her skin, but he wasn’t sure she was really offering them so he looked up and restrained himself.
Rey shivered, which was possibly too exciting given how closely she was pressed up against him. “I don’t understand what I feel,” she said.
“That’s okay,” Poe said. “You can try just feeling it. Do what feels right. It’s okay.”
“I don’t know,” she said. “I just– we played around and I felt so good, and– tell me what you and Finn did, I want to hear what you did.”
I might die, Poe thought, looking up at her. She was clearly aroused now, and wriggling in his lap a little bit with definite intention. “You want me to tell you a sexy real story,” he said. “Not a fantasy but a thing that really happened, just now.”
“Yes,” she whispered.
He licked his lips, and she watched him like she was hypnotized, fingers twitching in a loose grip on his shoulders. “I took his clothes off him,” he said, pitching his voice low and soft and hoarse. “He took some of my clothes off, but he got distracted. He’s so pretty, Rey, isn’t he? His body is so perfect.”
“Yes,” she said, “I like to look at it.”
“I know you do,” he said. “So do I. I like to touch it, too. I put my mouth all over him, Rey. I kissed him everywhere, I sucked on his neck.”
She wriggled a little, and he decided to respond a little. He moved his hands down toward her hips, and pulled her a little tighter against his body. “I kissed his chest, too,” he said, lower and softer, letting his voice grate a little in his chest, “sucked on the skin there a little. Do you want me to show you or just tell you? It’s up to you, baby, what makes you feel good.”
Her breathing hitched a little as she considered it. She was definitely rubbing herself against him a little, getting what friction she could from the seam of her trousers. He was starting to get hard, but he figured adjusting himself so she was rubbing on him like that would be too much.
“Show me,” she whispered.
