[ The steady thrust of his fingers feels good, the burn of being stretched open pleasant. But it also makes her greedy and overconfident. Rey has never accepted impossibility, so even staring at the fact that his cock head presses above the line of her underwear, near her navel, she's not discouraged. If anything, she carries herself with the energized surety of a scavenger who's just found an untouched star destroyer to strip.
She coaxes his fingers out of her then, regretfully. On the way out of her pants, his hand brushes that spot again, making her hum and bite down on her lip, savoring the jolt of pleasure for how different it is from the satisfaction of him breaching her.
Rey slides off his lap, taking up the space next to him on the bed, and arches up, showing her ribs and flattening her breasts. But she gets her pants out from under her hips, shoving them down her legs. They catch around her boot cuffs, which by then are dangling near his hip as she stretches out along the length of the bed instead of crowding on the edge in his lap.
She's all leg. Long planes of lightly tanned skin, paler for how long they've been in Drakstaden, leading up to the clef of her thighs, where she is dark pink and shining with arousal beneath the wiry nest of hair. ]
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[ The steady thrust of his fingers feels good, the burn of being stretched open pleasant. But it also makes her greedy and overconfident. Rey has never accepted impossibility, so even staring at the fact that his cock head presses above the line of her underwear, near her navel, she's not discouraged. If anything, she carries herself with the energized surety of a scavenger who's just found an untouched star destroyer to strip.
She coaxes his fingers out of her then, regretfully. On the way out of her pants, his hand brushes that spot again, making her hum and bite down on her lip, savoring the jolt of pleasure for how different it is from the satisfaction of him breaching her.
Rey slides off his lap, taking up the space next to him on the bed, and arches up, showing her ribs and flattening her breasts. But she gets her pants out from under her hips, shoving them down her legs. They catch around her boot cuffs, which by then are dangling near his hip as she stretches out along the length of the bed instead of crowding on the edge in his lap.
She's all leg. Long planes of lightly tanned skin, paler for how long they've been in Drakstaden, leading up to the clef of her thighs, where she is dark pink and shining with arousal beneath the wiry nest of hair. ]