Disclaimer – I do not own Star Wars. I also do not own the Starbucks I'm currently writing in.
Chapter 14
There was a distinct chill that ran down Kylo's spine when Neri pulled away after a few moments. He looked at her face, dazed, and fought a scowl when she took her arms down from his neck.
She was blushing, as she never had before. "I, um…I should get changed," she said awkwardly, stealing glances at the face of her teacher. She stepped away quickly, grabbing her clothes from the table, and retreated to the bathroom. She tripped on her dress three times.
Kylo sunk down into the nearest chair and ran his fingers through his hair. A reluctant smile spread across his face, lighting his too-often-serious features. In the back of his mind, a quiet voice reminded him that he was being weak, that closeness to this girl was a mistake, but he silenced it, thinking that he should make mistakes much more often.
He didn't hear the bathroom door open or Neri's bare feet padding quietly towards him. Her dress was a balled up mess on the bathroom floor, more ripped than it had been from her haste to remove it. He didn't realize she had returned until her face was inches from his own.
The blush had not left her cheeks and she shifted nervously from foot to foot, her toes curling on the floor. She had never been so fidgety in her life. Her soft tunic and leggings, formerly familiar and safe, itched at her stimulated skin. Her eyes were on the floor between their feet, chin tucked down to her chest.
Kylo felt the familiar twitch in his finger, wanting to touch her. This time, he did. He reached out and cupped her cheek with his large hand, his breath catching in his throat when she leaned into it. He tilted her face up, willing her to look at him, and the moment their eyes met, he acted without thought.
His hand moved to the back of her neck and he pulled her to him, her mouth to his. He kissed her hungrily, feeling the desire of the past days rising in him, threatening to suffocate him. She kissed him back just as fiercely, winding her fingers in his knotted locks and anchoring her body to his. He sat and she stood between his legs, chests crushed together.
He wanted more, needed more, and sensed she needed it too. His hands descended, pulling her legs around him to settle her on his lap, and he held her there, exploring the feel of her back and waist beneath his trembling fingertips.
Neri pulled her mouth from his suddenly, taking deep breaths as she smiled at the man she was straddling. His chest rose and fell heavily and he realized he was as starved for air as she. A small laugh left him and he brushed a hair from her forehead needlessly, craving the contact.
She let her fingertips run down his jaw, over his swollen lips, over the harsh scar that nearly separated the hemispheres of his face. She planted light kisses on it, his eyelashes tickling her chin, and found his mouth again. Their embrace was slower now, open and explorative, and they could both feel the mingling of their power, of their coupled desire vibrating within them.
"Ky," she whispered, lips a breath away from him.
He replied with a wordless murmur, forehead pressed to hers.
"Do you know that I am yours?"
Her words were soft, quiet, but they jarred him all the same. His? She wanted…to be his? Despite all the wrong he had done, the fear that people felt when they saw him, the monster he had seen in himself, she wanted to be his? He searched her face for a lie and found nothing. He couldn't think of anything to say and chose to be silent, covering her mouth with his instead.
Neri clung to him as he stood easily, legs wrapped around his middle as he carried her easily through the room. He kissed her hungrily again, feeling as though his want for her was devouring him. His hands, running over her hips and thighs and ass, couldn't get enough of the feel of her.
He set her down gently on his bed, leaning over her but afraid that he would crush her with his weight. Her legs were still wrapped around his middle and he felt himself hardening, the pressure almost painful.
Neri pulled herself to sit, and then kneel, on the bed, not once breaking her contact with him. Her small hands traveled down, finding the bottom of his tunic and pushing it up roughly. He helped her, trying to control his hands, keep them steady, and the tunic was soon crumpled on the floor behind him.
She pulled back for a moment, eyes on his chest, and Kylo felt self-conscious at what she must see. His skin was marred with scars, burns and cuts from training and battle every few inches. Her fingertips ran over them, then her lips, and Kylo started when she nipped him playfully. She smiled up at him, her eyes dark and lusty, and he felt all resolve leave him.
He tugged her tunic over her head, astonished by the sight of her bare chest for a moment before she pulled him down to her, his full weight atop her small body.
He shifted. "I'm going to crush you," he said, kissing her neck.
She raked her fingertips over his back in response. "I can think of no better way to die," she said, smiling against his shoulder.
His lips ran down her neck, over her delicate collarbone, and down to the mound of her breast. He took her nipple into his mouth, suckling and nipping there as his hand massaged the other. Neri moaned and her back arched, hands wound in Kylo's hair. He kissed down her sternum and further, grazing her skin with his teeth until he reached the waistband of her leggings.
He looked up at her, caught up in his desire, and felt a line about to be crossed. "Neri," he said, his voice hoarse.
"Mm," was her answer.
"Tell me I can take these off."
She tugged on his hair. "You can take whatever you want." Her voice was a moan, and that was all he needed.
He hitched his fingertips into the waistband and pulled the fabric down her legs and off, leaving her entirely naked in his bed. He knelt on the floor beside it, unable to move for the briefest of moments at the sight of her, then ran his hands up her legs from ankle to thigh, feeling goosebumps rising along the way.
His lips met the inside of her thigh and she gasped, again winding her hands in his hair almost painfully. He nipped at the sensitive skin there, traveling ever closer to the wet folds he longed so badly to touch.
He took his time, agonizingly, and when his mouth finally met her most sensitive space, Neri's back arched and she took in a sharp breath. He moved slowly, tongue exploring her while his thumb stimulated her clit, and he heard her whispering his name again and again like a mantra until she finally came undone, bucking against his mouth. He didn't stop, not until she had gone still and he could hear her labored breathing, and then pulled himself onto the bed over her, admiring her exposed body beneath him.
Kylo kissed her deeply and she could taste herself on his tongue. She struggled to push his trousers down and he smiled against her mouth, helping her to push them to the floor beside her own. She held his cock, long and thick and pulsing from its hardness, stroking him slowly against her body. Kylo bit her shoulder to muffle the moan that left his throat.
Her hand moved faster and she turned his face to hers, kissing him hungrily, breathlessly. "I want you," she sighed out, pressing her hips up to his.
He pushed her up further on the bed beneath him, feeling the tip of his cock brush up against her wetness. He felt he wouldn't last much longer like this, his body aching for release. His leg parted hers and he settled between them, kissing her deeply once more before entering her in one long thrust.
Neri inhaled sharply at the pressure then moaned, hands clinging to his back. Her fingernails would make him bleed.
He thrust into her slowly, deeply, taking his time. His mouth found hers, then her neck, then the sensitive space below her ear. He groaned out her name as he neared his climax and pressed his forehead to hers.
"Don't stop," she begged him, wrapping her legs around his waist. "I'm so-ah!" She came with him, the power of their mingled pleasure enveloping them, extending it.
He emptied himself into her and stilled, taking deep breaths and feeling weak. She kissed him softly, lips swollen and smiling, and he held her face, feeling as though he hadn't really had a body until that moment. He withdrew from her and laid at her side, pulling her to him. Neri curled against him, head on his still heaving chest, her fingers mindlessly wandering over it.
Kylo kissed her forehead, knowing that he was in his moment of greatest weakness, vulnerable to whatever she wanted of him. He found himself smiling at this, knowing that he had never been more of a person than then, lying beside her.
They fell asleep that way, wrapped up in each other.
A/N – That was my first sexy time chapter ever and I'm pretty sure I blushed the entire time. Why is this the one I chose to write in public? My boyfriend and I came up with all the names we could for a penis before I wrote it (for fun because that's normal) – his favorite creation was flesh-saber. Ew.