Apparently I didn't post Chapter 4 here... Or I accidentally replaced it. Anyway here is the censored version of chapter 4 (more like a sketch). The full version is on AO3, author goodgirl_astray
Chapter 4
The ship was not built for what they had just done. Rey remembered a smuggler friend of Han Solo's who occasionally did odd jobs for the rebellion bragging that if anyone shone a black light inside his ship they'd see glowing traces all over the walls, floor and ceiling. Rey had been rather disgusted at the time, but now she understood the trace of pride in Quill's voice. She was quite happy about what had just happened and, according to Luke's prediction, was about to happen again in a few minutes. She smiled and blushed at the thought. How did she not know that sex could be so much fun? She'd had sex. She had enjoyed sex. But this was…so much better.
He was in the pilot seat and she sat in his lap, with her head on his chest. She was kissing his jaw lazily. His fingers were tracing the shape of her breast. She arched her back, inviting him to widen the area of his caresses. She peered at him between her eyelashes. Light seem to embrace him. His blond hair was tousled in the most delicious way possible. He was gorgeous. When he looked at her, his gaze was luminous.
"You are so beautiful," he said.
Rey smiled.
"Look who's talking!" she said, reaching out to caress his face.
His skin was soft and warm. The Force was strong around him. She had an uncontrollable sensation of falling. She was in his arms, but she felt herself falling backwards into space. Luke tightened his hold on her.
"I got you," he whispered.
She kissed him again. His response was immediate and enthusiastic. She could feel her own taste on his tongue. It made her shiver. He wasn't the first man to go down on her and there was room for improvement in his technique but the orgasm he had given her had surpassed her previous experiences in intensity or duration. And it had been his first time! The Force was with him all right.
She was quite gifted with the Force herself. Maybe she should try to see how she would handle something like that for the first time in her life. Once the thought came into her mind, Rey was eager to face the challenge. It was probably the only reason to stop kissing him.
"Oh! Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean… I-I've never done this before, I'm sorry."
"Don't stop!"
His voice was cracked. His tone was desperate. She hadn't hurt him! He wanted more. Well that was just fine with her! She tried to use the Force to calibrate her actions, but she was very far from the calm necessary for that communion. She had used the Force in emotionally heightened situations, but there had been no room for finesse in those fights. She had to trust her own basic instincts. This was most certainly not a study subject in the days of the Jedi Academy. She went with what her body demanded.
Luke helped her up. Rey pasted herself onto him, boneless and still shaking. They were both breathing hard and trembling when they started kissing again. Long, lazy kisses, mixed with intimate caresses, until they seemed to get their breath back. And then Luke managed to slip down from the chair. Rey's minded was enveloped in a fog of lust. She didn't even realize he was on his knees again, between her legs
Rey made room for him and once again he was in the chair and she was draped on his lap. They fell asleep like that, naked and slick with sweat and their own fluids.