[He loathes to release her, but it becomes necessary for her to pull his shirt over his head. When he feels her lean, he starts to fall back, only to be halted by the way she leans in for the lightsaber wound at his neck. His breath suddenly hitches and he grabs for her like she's the only thing keeping him on the ground when her teeth find his flesh.
And with that grip, he pushes her down on his erection through his pants, dragging her slow and rough across it. His chin tilts upwards, baring that skin for her so that she can continue her work there. His anxiety is a small whisper now compared to the way desire floods him, morphed into a need to please her.
But as his thumbs find their way between their hips, he voices his discovery there aloud.]
You are wet, Rey.
[He does not know why, but it makes him even hungrier to pull her across him again.]
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And with that grip, he pushes her down on his erection through his pants, dragging her slow and rough across it. His chin tilts upwards, baring that skin for her so that she can continue her work there. His anxiety is a small whisper now compared to the way desire floods him, morphed into a need to please her.
But as his thumbs find their way between their hips, he voices his discovery there aloud.]
You are wet, Rey.
[He does not know why, but it makes him even hungrier to pull her across him again.]