[ Oh. Getting him to fit between her knees is a futile and frustrating exercise with her pants still bundled around her ankles. Her rushed half measures, while full of eager passion, leave something to be desired in the logistics. Frantic stripping is not for those who wear combat boots around, apparently.
So he gets close and she's breathing in to brace herself. Ready for it. Before she relent and huffs her exhale, sitting up more. ]
Wait. [ And she goes through the motions, leaning closer to him as she does, of stripping off her boots and then one leg of her pants. She hesitates there like she might be too hurried for this again, but then thinks better of it and tosses them off the bed entirely. ]
Okay. Now I'm sure. [ She settles back on her elbows, hips squirming, and drags her cunt against the head of his cock. It feels good. Hot. Solid. She helps guide him to her entrance, and Rey lifts herself up to help him press inside initially. His fear meets her certainty. Only the tip is in, but the stretch is already immense in a way that has her legs tending, toes curling.
For the first time it strikes her to give him the credit of wondering: what if it really doesn't fit? They'll work it out. Certainly. They can satisfy each other in other ways. But what's the recourse for, well, getting there? She doesn't know. But she's a mechanic, and she knows lubrication is half of any battle with friction.
So she brings her hand down between her thighs and skims her fingertips across her clit. Her breath is short, lungs tight, when she says: ] Keep going.
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So he gets close and she's breathing in to brace herself. Ready for it. Before she relent and huffs her exhale, sitting up more. ]
Wait. [ And she goes through the motions, leaning closer to him as she does, of stripping off her boots and then one leg of her pants. She hesitates there like she might be too hurried for this again, but then thinks better of it and tosses them off the bed entirely. ]
Okay. Now I'm sure. [ She settles back on her elbows, hips squirming, and drags her cunt against the head of his cock. It feels good. Hot. Solid. She helps guide him to her entrance, and Rey lifts herself up to help him press inside initially. His fear meets her certainty. Only the tip is in, but the stretch is already immense in a way that has her legs tending, toes curling.
For the first time it strikes her to give him the credit of wondering: what if it really doesn't fit? They'll work it out. Certainly. They can satisfy each other in other ways. But what's the recourse for, well, getting there? She doesn't know. But she's a mechanic, and she knows lubrication is half of any battle with friction.
So she brings her hand down between her thighs and skims her fingertips across her clit. Her breath is short, lungs tight, when she says: ] Keep going.