Author's Note:
This is it, guys!
It's going down for real... so please note the rating for this chapter is "E" for explicit. This chapter is nothing but sexy times so if that isn't your thing, feel free to skip it! So yeah, it goes without saying that this chapter is NSFW. Also, it's quite long. It's 8866 words! I even thought about splitting it but I was like, nah! You all have waited long enough... ;)
HUGE FREAKING SHOUT OUT TO MY BESTIE, MY AMIGA, JUULNA! A bajillion thanks to you for helping me out immensely with this chapter. You knew just where it needed tweaking and additions and I am forever grateful for your suggestions! It made this chapter SO MUCH BETTER! You're seriously the best. Ily!
Onwards with The Smut™!
Whoa!
The exclamation echoed simultaneously in their heads as their lips touched.
The kiss was magnetizing and electric, a centrifugal force that was an unfading rhapsody. A current of high voltage pulsed between them, sparking brilliantly as they floated to reach the sky—or at least it seemed that way to them, believing they could take flight and escape to find a secret place that was solely theirs.
A world that was theirs for the taking.
The feeling between them was unstoppable, unsinkable, and immoveable. The meeting of lips—the kiss of true love—set their hearts on fire, finally releasing them from their respective states of perpetual loneliness.
Rey glided her hands up his face to rake her fingers through his mane and she heard Kylo groan approvingly when she opened her mouth to slip out her tongue and trace it against the seam of his mouth. Kylo smothered it with his lips, as his hands skimmed down her face, neck, shoulders, and back until he reached her shapely bottom. Planting his hands on her backside, he squeezed firmly, lashing his tongue across her slightly parted lips, having chased her own tongue back within. She sighed with pleasure, opening her mouth further to allow him in. Their tongues danced back and forth while lips dueled, clashing and colliding as the kiss intensified.
Rey pulled back slightly but Kylo caught her lower lip between his teeth, stretching it to draw her back to him. He never wished to part, wanting to feel her lips on his always, again and again.
"Kylo," she murmured through a smile even as she was being tugged downwards with her lip trapped. The pull wasn't entirely unpleasant.
"Hmm?" Kylo lifted his hands off her bottom to cup her face, pulling her down to meet his lips again.
She muttered against his eager mouth, "I want to kiss you all over."
At this, he opened his eyes and stilled. Rey took advantage of his momentary lapse, quickly dipping her head. She attacked his neck, nibbling greedily while her hands roamed over his broad chest. Kylo reveled in the feel of her luscious mouth trailing over his hot skin as her fingers began unbuttoning his shirt.
But then Rey stopped abruptly and raised her head.
"I know you've had your share of girls," Rey began, voice unwavering. She tilted herself up and kissed his right cheek where the scar she had given him was healing quite nicely. "But I'm more than confident I'll be able to give you what you want, what you need, what you crave."
Fuck, Kylo swore inwardly, still in a haze and in utter shock that this was really happening. This wasn't a dream. His fantasy was becoming reality. He grunted something incoherent in response while carding his fingers through her brown locks and her smile only grew more assured at his response.
"So tell me, Ren…" Rey pressed another sublime kiss onto his lips before asking, "What kind of girl do you like? I know my looks can be misleading."
Kylo froze and blinked, taking in the freckles scattered across her face, thrown for a loop at her words, and at a loss for his own words.
"Do you want a good girl? Naughty girl? Submissive? Or perhaps you want someone dominant? Just tell me what you want and I'll give her to you."
Kylo panted as his mind reeled at the images Rey supplied his mind with, incapable in that moment of putting even two words together. Instead of replying, he leaned in to seize another euphoric kiss, knowing that that, at least, was something he craved.
"I hope you have an appetite," she cooed, somewhat breathlessly, when she was finally able to pull back. Kylo's lips immediately gravitated down from her lips to her neck, alternating between loud and wet possessive kisses and tiny, sharp nibbles that sent a frisson through Rey. "It seems like you do," Rey confirmed on a shiver. "My main goal is to please you, Kylo. Tell me what you want. You, my… man."
Mine, Rey reiterated silently, running her fingertips across his exposed collarbone. Only mine.
"I am your man," Kylo growled in between pecks. "And I just want you, Rey. Just you."
Rey.
He still couldn't believe how perfect her real name was.
Rey.
She was his Rey.
His ray of light. His ray of happiness. His ray of… hope.
"Rey." Kylo recited her name as if it was scripture, a sacred word to be revered, to be worshipped. Hearing him utter her name like that made Rey's head spin and her heart race.
"Alright, then," Rey said, resting her hands on his shoulders. She pushed roughly, slamming him against the headboard and Kylo hardened faster than he ever thought possible. Fuck, but she was hot like this. She was hot any way, any time, but this...
With her patience wearing thin, Rey swiftly reached for his shirt. She hastily ripped it open and buttons took to the air in every direction and Kylo closed his eyes briefly in an attempt to control his boiling blood and raging hunger.
"Shit, sorry," she apologized while glancing at the shirt's tag. Tom Ford. Great! Figures. "Don't worry, babe. I'll uh, buy you a new one."
Kylo chuckled softly. "It's just a shirt. Fuck it."
Rey flashed him a coy smile, her eyes clouding over with desire. "I'd much rather fuck you instead."
Kylo swallowed loudly and huffed out, "Less talking, then."
She giggled and set her teeth upon her lip as she rocked her hips forward, crashing her mouth against his in an attempt to devour him. The passionate kiss spread rapidly through every single nerve ending in their bodies like wildfire, consuming them entirely.
Rey searched for Kylo's hand and guided it over her breast. Her hips started grinding in circles while her hand remained over his to hold it in place as he fondled her. Suddenly, Kylo heard the click of his belt buckle being undone by nimble fingers. Rey whipped his belt off from around his waist and threw it to the side.
Her mouth shifted from appreciating his plump lips to trailing kisses along his jawline, making her way south. When she reached the base of his neck, her kisses had effortlessly morphed into bites and long scraping of teeth as she slithered lower. She clamped her teeth down around his skin so that the pain was just this side of pleasurable. Nonetheless, Kylo found himself hissing in response when she reached his chest. His heart was thumping and his hands were in a frenzy, wandering all over her body.
Rey's light fingertips skated over his broad torso until they encountered the pebbled edge of a nipple. She smirked devilishly as she pinched it while also biting down on his other nipple, having quickly moved to it in the hopes of eliciting a favorable response.
"Gah!" he exclaimed, acting on reflex as he rolled Rey over with very little effort, covering her body with his. She squealed, surprised to find herself under him. He was strong and Rey felt an odd sense of comfort with the weight of this large man—her man, she reminded herself—on her. But it was a mistake on his part to underestimate her own strength. She always liked to be on top and he'd soon come to learn that preference. Lifting her head to capture his mouth again, Rey wrapped her long legs around his waist. With a rough jerk of her hips, she flipped him onto his back, once again reclaiming her superior position.
She broke their kiss to smile triumphantly down on a dumbfounded Kylo.
Once he realized what had occurred, he laughed softly, asking, "So that's how it is, huh?"
"Pretty much," Rey nodded proudly.
"Very well, then," Kylo nodded back, clicking his tongue.
Rey thought that he had admitted his defeat so she was taken aback, literally, when Kylo unexpectedly flipped her over again. She harrumphed at Kylo's self-satisfied grin, but she didn't linger, promptly twisting to pin him under her.
And pin him she did.
But she had also inadvertently rolled them completely off of the bed to drop down onto the hard floor.
"Oof!" Kylo groaned as his body thunked loudly. His arms instinctively embraced Rey when he registered the fall, cushioning her from the blunt impact.
"Kylo!" Rey gasped while giving him a quick once over. Her hands and eyes scrambled wildly to inspect him for any injuries.
"Are—are you al-alright?" he strained to ask.
"Me?!" Rey pushed herself up, clambering to her feet. "Are you alright?"
Kylo's shoulders quaked with mirth. "Yeah, I'm alright, sweetheart." He rose to stand much too quickly for someone who'd probably got all the wind knocked out of him. "I can handle… rough."
"I'm so sorry," Rey apologized profusely, blushing a bright shade of pink that was clearly visible in the well-lit bedroom.
"No, that's okay," he said while shedding his shirt to reveal his massive, pale torso. The sight of his bare skin from the waist up made Rey's mouth water. "I should've known better than to pick a fight with you."
They were standing a couple feet apart but he took a step towards her, trying to bridge the gap. Rey moved back reflexively, bumping into the bed.
"Never start a fight you can't win, Ren," Rey quipped with a leer, her eyes poring over the glorious specimen before her as she sat down on the plush pillow top mattress. "I don't typically start fights, but I sure as hell will finish them if I have to."
"Hmm, duly noted." Kylo remarked, returning her lecherous stare. "So… shall we pick up where we left off?"
"No."
"No?" Kylo arched a disbelieving eyebrow.
"No," Rey repeated her negation. "I think I'd like to change it up a bit."
"Oh." Kylo sucked in his lower lip while running a hand through his hair. "So… how do you wish to proceed?"
Rey leaned back on her hands and crossed her legs. "I'd like very much for you to rid yourself of the rest of your clothes, please."
"Well, since you asked so nicely…" Kylo began removing his socks first. Rey lowered her gaze, fixating on his bare feet. His rather big feet. "I'd be more than happy to oblige."
Rey flicked her eyes back up to meet his darkened ones and whispered, "Yeah, I figured."
His gaze was steady, never tearing away from Rey's as he unzipped his pants at a leisurely pace. Then he casually unbuttoned his trousers and they fell, pooling around his ankles. Kylo stepped out of them and kicked them back. Rey held her breath as Kylo tugged at the waistband of his boxer briefs, gliding them down slowly, unveiling himself little by little. It was pure torture as the seconds ticked on by, but Rey's patience was rewarded. She released a shuddering exhale when he stood before her, completely naked.
Bereft of speech, she straightened. Her lovely mouth was agape, staring in awe at the sight in front of her. He was rooted in place, as motionless as an ancient Greek sculpture. Rey truly believed she could stare and admire Kylo like this for hours.
Days.
Weeks.
Months.
Years.
For… ever.
But the ache between her thighs called for her attention, demanding she not sit idle any longer.
Rey pushed her chest out in an exaggerated inhale, then exhaled deeply before uncrossing her gorgeous legs. She rose from the king-sized bed and sauntered over for an even better look-see. Kylo's eyes followed Rey as she made her way towards him.
Her face had smoothed into an impassive expression when she stopped in front of him, so close that he could feel her body radiating heat. He was about to snatch a kiss when she moved to circle him, perusing his magnificent figure up and down with appreciative eyes. Kylo's intense gaze followed her, but he didn't turn his head when she stepped out of his peripheral vision. Rey took advantage of this small window of discretion to punch the air.
I knew it! she exclaimed internally as she did a quick happy dance behind his back. I knew he was fucking hung! Ooh! Nice ass, too.
She regained her composure just as she swung back into his view on the other side. Rey was cool, calm, and collected when their eyes met and locked.
And it's all mine, she declared cheerily inside before speaking.
"That's a… very nice package you've got there, Ren," Rey commented nonchalantly as she ogled at him-definitely a shower, wow. Kylo couldn't help but smirk at her compliment. She leaned sideways to whisper in his ear, "I could stare at you forever, babe. Your body is a work of art. You're so fucking sexy."
He tensed when the tip of her tongue flicked at his ear, then he heard her say, "I hope you're ready because you've had me waiting for a long time and now I'm ravenous and I want it to last all… night… long." Her lips kissed the shell of his ear ever so lightly and Kylo let out a trembling breath. Rey ambled back towards the sumptuous bed, sitting on her knees to face Kylo with admiration gleaming in her eyes.
He stared hungrily as she spread apart her knees, hiking the hem of her slip up to reveal her ivory Chantilly lace G-string. Rey had her eyes on him as his lustful gaze followed the movement of her hands. She placed them on her knees, then slid her left hand gracefully up her thigh until she reached her belly button. He took in a sharp breath when he saw her change direction, sinking her fingers inside her underwear. Rey bucked her hips as her fingers glided up and down the eager heat of her sex. She raised her right arm, making a come hither motion with her index finger.
Kylo breathed urgently, hurrying towards her. Standing at the edge of the bed, he stared down at her and he couldn't help but lick his lips thirstily. That simple action made Rey lose control. She had to have him and she had to have him now. Before he could even speak, Rey reached up and clutched his nape with her right hand to pull him into a fervent kiss. She panted hotly, fingers digging into his lustrous hair and her slick folds simultaneously.
"Rey, wait." Kylo's supplication was muffled against her hungry lips. "Please."
"Ugh!" Rey rasped impatiently, breaking the kiss to look back at him as her left hand slipped out of her panties. "What? What is it?" Her slick fingers wrapped around his hardening flesh and a low, guttural noise ripped from his throat at the marvelous sensation.
"Fuck!" Kylo moaned as her hand moved slowly from base to tip and back again. "If you don't stop, I'm going to lose my shit."
"And what's wrong with that?" Rey teased with a smile, continuing her languid movements. "Don't you want to lose yourself?"
"Y-yes, I do," he replied throatily, closing his eyes. "But not before I make you come first."
At this, Rey paused. "What?"
Kylo opened his eyes, offering up a silent thanks since he was able to think a bit clearer now that she'd stopped. "I don't want to go yet."
Rey eyed him tentatively, releasing him from her grasp.
"I don't want to blow this. I don't want quick. I wanna savor this," Kylo continued, reaching up to tenderly place a tendril of hair behind her ear. "So, let's slow it down because I want to save it up… until I've ravished you. Until I've drowned you in a sea of pleasure."
She gasped softly, her lashes fluttering wildly as she took in his words. Was he really being serious? She wanted to ask him why, but she was stunned speechless. It baffled Rey. Sex had always been fast and furious, feral and rough for her. It was never slow, never attentive or tender. No one had ever thought of her first. Not even herself. Especially not herself.
"Relax," Kylo pacified as he saw apprehension and confusion sweep across her pretty face. He kissed her gently. "It's okay, Rey. I just want to take my time. You said you wanted this to last all night… right?"
Rey nodded.
"I do, too. So… let me please you."
Rey choked back a sob. "If—if that's what you really want."
"Yes, it's what I want," Kylo gave her a cheeky smile. He teased, "And you know I can take whatever I want."
Rey laughed, rolling her eyes. Taking a deep breath, she finally replied, "Okay then."
"Great."
Kylo kissed her, chastely at first, but then it deepened to an ardent intensity. He drew back before he lost himself completely. This was definitely not going to be easy, but he was never one to shy away from a challenge. He reminded himself that there'd be plenty more opportunities for wild and crazy sex later. The rest of their lives, as far as he was concerned. Right now, though, Rey deserved his adoration—his reverence—and the bed would serve as the altar which he planned to worship her on.
Shit, he must really love her if he was willing to delay his own gratification for hers, something he'd never done with anyone before.
What the hell was she doing to him?
Fuck, there was time to figure that out later. More important things to do now.
Like her.
Kylo gestured with his chin for her to move to the head of the bed. Rey obeyed his silent command, scurrying backwards on her hands and feet in a way that should've been awkward, yet only managed to spark his predatory desires like nothing else ever had before. He crawled across the bed after her in slow motion and excitement brewed strong in their bloodstream.
"Let's get rid of this first," Kylo suggested once he reached her, tugging at her silky-soft lingerie.
"Yes," said Rey as she shifted to sit back on her haunches, lifting her arms. "Will you help me, please?"
Their gazes locked, searing hot. He replied by gathering her slip in his large hands and pulled it up, slowly, revealing her luminous skin bit by bit. He didn't avert his blazing brown eyes from hers, not even when he pulled the fabric over her head, knowing full well she was now topless with nothing but her thong on. He crumpled the nightgown into a ball and tossed it across the room.
"Lay back," he ordered hoarsely. "Relax. Make yourself comfortable."
Rey did as she was told, easing into a supine position while resting her head on the luxurious goose down pillow. The silken white sheets felt divine beneath her, cool against her sweltering naked skin.
She watched Kylo's heady gaze wander down leisurely with an awed expression, fixating on her small, round breasts. Her pert nipples were an enticing shade of rosy pink, ripe and ready just for him to pluck.
"Your breasts are perfect, Rey," Kylo praised and her insides wound tightly at his compliment. "What a great rack, baby."
"Thanks, handsome," she winked playfully at him, drawing her lip in and out between her teeth. "You know… they look even better when they're bouncing."
His heated gaze met hers. "Oh, I bet they do." Lowering his head toward her chest, he added, "And I'm pretty sure they taste even better, too."
"Only one way to find out," Rey's chest heaved as her eyelids fluttered shut in eager anticipation to feel his hot mouth around her. To have him lick. To have him suck. To have him… oh!
What's he—
Her eyes flew open, staring with a mix of titillation and slight bemusement as she watched him breathe on her.
"You seem a little flush there, Nowan," Kylo spoke softly when he was finished blowing out. "Don't worry. I know exactly what you need right now." He pursed his swollen, full lips and blew another stream of air across her perfect breasts. "Some air will do you good."
Shit, Rey swore inside her head, moaning as she tried to grab a hold of her senses. She took him in as he blew more warm breaths across her supple skin. How was it even possible for Kylo to creep up underneath her skin without him even touching her?
"Mmm." Rey closed her eyes again, swirling in a flurry of sensations. "That feels nice. I like that."
Encouraged, Kylo continued. He breathed her scent in, then exhaled slowly, breathing their combined essences out. His warm breath blazed a trail down the middle of her naked torso. Goosebumps flooded Rey's arms as her abdominal muscles tensed a bit. She struggled to stay still, especially when Kylo reached the apex of her splendid thighs.
He paused briefly when out of the corner of his eye he caught sight of the bruises on her hips. Rage started to simmer within, but he couldn't let it consume him. He inhaled deeply to keep calm and carried on, blowing lightly—hotly—down the length of one of her lovely legs.
Once he reached her foot, he changed tactics and planted the lightest of kisses onto the big toe of her left foot. She stirred at the contact, sighing contentedly. He feathered more soft kisses up her left leg, taking his merry time in reaching his destination. He was reveling in the feel of her soft skin against his lips. Kylo couldn't get enough. His left hand attended to her right leg, rough fingertips running gently up her body, caressing her.
When his lips came to her bruised hips, he brushed softly against them, then kissed his way across the thin waistband of her underwear. He pressed his lips to the skin right below her belly button, pondering his next move. His mind flashed back to Friday night when she was lying on top of the piano, urgent and fevered, much like she was right now.
Oh, the possibilities! Kylo exclaimed in his mind. Should I make her come with my fingers or my mouth? Decisions, decisions...
He lifted his head to look at Rey. She was panting quietly, staring back at him eagerly.
Why not both? the thought popped into his head and Kylo quirked up an eyebrow, chewing on his bottom lip.
Both, Kylo repeated internally, nodding. Both is good.
He laughed privately, thinking how much he loved to be on the receiving end of sexual acts, but avoided giving as much as possible, particularly giving head. It was certainly an act one had to have a taste for, he thought, and he never truly acquired it. Or perhaps it was because it was never with the right girl. Whatever the reason, the mere notion caused a stir in his loins now and he couldn't think of anything else he would rather do in this moment. He just wanted to do any and every thing with Rey.
Only Rey.
Always Rey.
Maintaining eye contact, he dipped his head back down and pressed a gentle kiss against Rey's heated center through the thin scrap of fabric. The moan she let out almost made him rip said fabric off, but he held himself back.
There was no need to hurry. Rey wanted this to last all night long and if he were to endure, he needed to take things slow. He didn't want to mess this up. He wanted to relish this and build up the tension. His goal was to tease her orgasm out of her until she hollered out and begged for a truce.
"Spread your legs for me, sweetheart," Kylo ordered and Rey immediately complied, relaxing her tense muscles to bend her knees up and place a few inches of space in between her thighs. "Good. You comfortable?"
"Yes," Rey answered, her tone coming out sharp and probably a bit more desperate than she'd intended.
His mouth stretched into a grin. "Pass me a couple of pillows, please."
Rey scoffed, knowing he was doing what he did best—tease her. But he couldn't taunt her forever, could he? No, Rey knew tonight was different. Tonight was the night. She knew she was going to be rewarded soon enough so she did as she was told, tossing two pillows harshly towards him.
"Thanks, honey," he flashed her an endearing and somewhat cocky smile. Kylo placed the pillows beneath his forearms and positioned himself vertically in between Rey's legs so that both their warm bodies formed a straight line in the middle of the large bed.
"Comfy?" Rey asked, her tone much more snappy than she wanted it to sound.
"Yes." Kylo resumed peppering kisses along her waist and Rey whimpered in delight, body immediately softening despite her attitude. "I wanted to make sure we were both comfortable because—" he raised his gaze to meet hers, "—we're gonna be here for a while."
Rey's slight irritation subsided and a sense of thrill burned its way back inside her.
"Oh."
It was the only thing Rey could manage to whisper before her eyes fell shut, basking in the feel of his fingers running up and down her underwear. Kylo nipped down her inner thigh, then headed towards the crease of her groin.
He kissed her through her panties once more before blowing lightly, breathing hot air onto her. Rey squirmed a little under him and he heard her make feeble sounds that emboldened him to continue. He made his way over to her other side and repeated the same motions.
"Your skin feels so soft, Rey," he mumbled in between kisses. "So velvety."
Rey groaned. "I bet I taste even better."
He made a low growling noise of pleasure as he kissed her mound, hooking his fingers in the thin straps at her hips. He took a deep breath in and stopped himself from tearing them into oblivion. Instead, he delicately peeled them off, savoring her, sliding them gingerly down those legs that went for days. He threw Rey's damp panties somewhere behind him as he stared admiringly down at her.
"Oh Rey, you're so fucking beautiful," he croaked, taking a moment to marvel at the heavenly naked body before him.
And it's all mine, Kylo thought greedily.
"Like what you see, big guy?" Rey asked, her voice rough with desire.
"Fuck yes! I'm so turned on right now," he told her, his own voice gruff and deep. "I can't wait to get started."
"Then get on with it, Ren!" Rey huffed.
"Good things come to those who wait, Rey," Kylo smirked, lowering his mouth back down to her glistening folds.
He reached out and took in the full length of her inner lips as he licked, slow and tender, from bottom to top. Rey scrabbled to grip the pillows by her hips as his tongue stopped briefly right before it reached her clit. After a couple beats, he resumed moving upwards, but feathered over her sensitive nub, pressing the tip of his tongue down just above it instead.
"Fuck!" Rey wailed, shuddering from shock when Kylo suddenly pressed the soft wet tip of his tongue on her clit. He held steady, allowing Rey to get accustomed to the pressure.
A jolt of pleasure ran through Rey like lightning from the instant he first made contact and the way he just lingered there so still, it left Rey yearning for more. She pushed herself forward into him until the pressure was just enough that it was oh-so-fucking satisfying and she sighed a contented hum.
Neither moved, appreciating the sensation of their nerve endings finding one another—fusing together—when, without warning, the intimate contact broke.
"Wha—" Rey started to gripe as her pelvis trembled slightly in the split second Kylo detached himself. "Oh... mmm," she moaned when Kylo licked her again. It was a slow, long, and succulent stroke. Kylo groaned, surmising that her taste was among the most exquisite in the world. He stopped suddenly to rest his flat, broad tongue on her, not too hard or too soft. Then Kylo broke away once more.
Before Rey could even whine at the disconnect, Kylo was on her again. This time he placed his left hand under her perfect ass to help her keep still as he carried on with his task. He gave another lengthy, sluggish sweep—though now he deliberately avoided her nub—followed by a flat, unmoving tongue before suddenly breaking away again.
"Ren—"
Lick, press and pause, part.
She moaned.
Repeat.
Lick, press and pause, part.
Her legs shook.
Repeat.
Lick.
Press and pause.
Part.
"Ugh!"
Repeat.
Over and over and over again.
He was relentless yet unhurried, maintaining his tantalizing pattern. Every now and then, he'd randomly press his tongue against her clit to break it up and keep her on edge. The unpredictability was thrilling and keeping Rey on her toes was a game that Kylo happily played. Just as she was getting somewhat acclimated, though, Kylo decided to add a new element.
Rey mumbled favorably when she felt Kylo tease her with his right index finger, tracing the edges of her inner lips right after he'd licked. An irrepressible giggle escaped Rey when he gently tickled the base of her entrance in between languid strokes. He let his finger wander wherever his tongue wasn't.
"You taste so fucking delicious, Rey," Kylo's voice was muffled, but still audible. "Look how wet you are… just for me."
"Yes." Rey replied huskily. "Just for you, Kylo. Only you."
"That's right," Kylo asserted in a firm tone while inserting his teasing finger slowly—so very slowly—a few inches into her. "You're mine, Rey. Only mine."
"Uh-huh!" Rey gasped as her pelvic muscles pulsed and she tightened around Kylo's finger.
A smug smile stretched his lips before he resumed his precise tongue strokes—his goal still to steer clear of her clit as much as possible—as he held his index finger straight and unmoving inside of Rey.
Lick, press and pause, part, repeat.
Most of his licks were vertical, but every now and then, he'd swiftly change direction. It didn't go unnoticed to him how Rey would quiver subtly when he licked horizontally across her delicate bud, inflaming her within.
"Shit," Rey would swear quietly each time he did that and it made Kylo chuckle.
Time to press on. Time to make her go crazy.
While continuing with his licks, he curled his finger into the same come-hither gesture Rey had used on him earlier. She tremored when Kylo pressed lightly against her pubic bone; he was fishing, in a sense, in search of that special spot…
"Mmm!" Rey moaned, and her hips bucked.
Ding, ding, ding!
A mental bell went off inside Kylo's head, realizing he found what he was looking for and he applied firm pressure against the area.
"You like that, baby?"
"Y-yeah… oh… yes…"
He continued to rub gently, then massaged down her wall until he reached her floor and pressed down firmly in the same manner.
"How about that?"
"Feels… good. Gimme... more."
Kylo acquiesced to her request, using his curled finger to graze both sides of her walls as he kept up with his tongue strokes.
"Oh yes! Kylo," Rey exclaimed breathily. "More. Please. More."
"Okay, Rey," Kylo answered, pausing for a moment so he could insert a second finger… slowly.
He waited for Rey to contract and tighten against his fingers and the feeling was so spectacular, he could only imagine how fucking heavenly it would be to have her clench around him. He shook his head, reminding himself that he would be feeling that soon enough. Patience was most certainly a virtue, one he did not readily possess, but for Rey, well… he was pretty much capable of anything for Rey.
At least in theory.
He repeated the same motions as when he had one finger inside her, further stimulating Rey with both the gentle pressure from his mouth and the deeper pressure from his fingers.
The combination had Rey feeling like she was splashing about in a sea of pleasure, her temperature and pulse rising. She saw Kylo lift his head and slip his left hand from under her backside, getting up on his knees. With the fingers of his right hand still inside her, he began to kiss her stomach with wet, open-mouthed kisses. As he moved upwards, his left hand followed suit, trailing up the side of her body.
"Uh!" Her voice was a strangled moan as she felt Kylo lick her left nipple while he palmed her right breast with his left hand. Rey gasped, her body racking with a forceful shudder when Kylo sucked her pert nipple into his mouth. She was tingling all over as he continued his lengthy ministrations, gradually intensifying a ballooning sensation within her that seemed to have nowhere to escape.
Completely focused on her, she was the center of his attention and Rey felt as if he was really loving her—every part, every inch—all at once.
She threw her head back when Kylo pulled deliciously at her breast with his teeth before latching off. He continued to caress her right breast with his hand while his deft fingers steadily worked inside her as well.
"Can I kiss you?" Kylo asked, his voice deep with fervor.
Rey lifted her head to look at his pleading expression. It took her a moment to register why he was asking her permission when she caught sight of his mouth, still pretty slick with her arousal. The thought of tasting herself on him couldn't have excited her more and she answered by grasping the back of his neck. Their mouths collided, mingling together in a wet and wild dance of tongue and lips.
Rey mewled petulantly when he suddenly parted, but he didn't let her sounds of protest deter him from his mission. The bases were loaded and it was time for Kylo to hit a homerun.
He needed to finish what he started.
He moseyed back down the middle of her body, showering her with delicate nibbles while his left hand shadowed his lips.
"Kylo," Rey panted when his left hand tapped her hip. She lifted her bottom enough for his hand to slide back in place to support her.
"Kylo," she repeated in a whisper, her voice shaking uncontrollably. He pressed a flat, still tongue firmly on her clit and Rey grunted as she reflexively pushed into his face. Kylo snarled in response, pressing his exposed gum to the area just above her nub. He resumed licking her as if she was the most delicious cream he'd ever tried.
"Fuck, you taste even sweeter now, Rey," he muttered in between tongue strokes, lapping up her juices. He turned the hand under her bottom so he could press his thumb down on the diamond-shaped area just below her entrance. "So fucking delicious. I can't get enough."
"Keep going," she ordered breathily. "Don't-don't stop."
"Oh, I'm definitely not stopping, sweetheart," he mumbled, mouth full of her.
"I… yo… fu… Re…" Rey's language became unintelligible as she sputtered incoherent nonsense. Her mind was in a heady fog as Kylo stimulated her from every which way. Her warm hands scrambled to fist the cool sheets as her legs stiffened, locking Kylo tightly in place.
She's getting there, he thought excitedly. So close.
It was painstakingly hard not to get swept away in her passion, but Kylo centered himself and remained in control, playing it cool. He slowed down. His licks were now shorter and lighter, building the tension even more.
"Take your time, sweetheart. This is turning me on like crazy," Kylo announced hastily and even he was surprised to find his words rang true. He was honestly enjoying every single second of this as much as Rey was, probably. Maybe even more. "I want you to come for me, but there's no rush here," he managed to utter the words important for her to hear. "You know that, right?"
His words were her undoing and she surrendered, experiencing a sudden sense of pause that seemed to stretch forever, lengthening, going on forever and ever and—
Rey screamed as his tongue and fingers brought her to the brink of madness, pushing her off the edge. Her tense muscles released in involuntary intense spasms that made her see sparks. So many sparks, gold and brilliant. She was then subsumed by a canvas of white, and an immense rush and roaring in her ears. All she could see was white, all she could hear was the rush, and it felt like she was everything and nothing, and she reveled in the wondrous sensation of disintegrating into a million little pieces.
Kylo contained her energy, drawing out her orgasm in lingering, fluid pulses with slow, long strokes of his tongue on her clit, relishing in each full-bodied twitch of pleasure she gave as he pressed against her overstimulated flesh. He wanted to make sure she was left fully and thoroughly sated, teasing out every last bit of pleasure from Rey. He wanted her to melt, to leave her completely exhausted and utterly drained.
Kylo would settle for no less.
He felt her body relax as the spasms abated, her rapid breathing returning to normal as her heart rate slowed. Kylo continued to lap at her, slow and tender, until she couldn't bear it any longer. Rey placed a light hand on his head and gently pushed him away. Kylo lifted his gaze to stare at her drained features and he couldn't help but smile victoriously.
He removed his fingers leisurely from within her, licking them clean as he slipped his other hand out from under her. Kylo then kissed his way up her limp body, stopping at her neck. He suckled there for a while until he finally heard the sound of contented moans and groans.
"That was… amazing, Kylo," she breathed with awe and gratitude. "Thank you."
He paused briefly to whisper in her ear, "My pleasure, but… we're not done yet."
"Lucky me," Rey breathed out on a laugh as he resumed kissing her, his fingers drifting over her collarbone and down to a perfectly-sized breast. He kept her warm, wrapping his large frame around her slender body. The two spent some time cuddling, limbs tangled and wound tightly, enjoying the feel of their naked flesh pressed against each other.
"And lucky you, too," Rey declared after a while and she made sure he saw her wink provocatively. "Because I'm ready for round two. I'm ready for you."
"Oh, are you now?" Kylo teased with a smirk.
"Yes, I am," Rey scoffed impatiently. "You know, it's kind of rude to keep a girl waiting."
Kylo was on top of her in one swift motion, making Rey yelp in surprise. He ran a finger down the side of her face, then he claimed her soft, delectable lips.
"Have some patience, Rey," Kylo chided Rey after tearing away from their kiss.
Rey snorted loudly. "Says the world's most impatient man."
"I know. Ironic, isn't it?" Kylo joked back before he kissed her deeply and the way she moaned and writhed under him, rubbing against his cock like that… it drove him wild. "But you usually do have to wait for that which is worth waiting for."
"Hmm…" Rey contemplated his words as she caressed the lines of his sculpted back. He was so warm and firm. So strong. "That's probably true, but… I just want to bask in you already. I wanna feel you. I want… I need you inside of me."
"Fuck, Rey!" Kylo broke down a bit when he heard her say those words—say that she needed him. Christ, he needed her, too. Badly. Oh so badly. "I need you, too."
Rey gasped softly before he crashed his mouth urgently to hers, rubbing his hard length against her soft skin. The motion made Rey ache for him, being so close and yet so far.
"You say you need me," Rey panted while wrestling his tongue with her own. "Make me believe it, Ren. Show me. Please."
Kylo pulled back and growled, struggling to keep some semblance of restraint. It was taking everything in him to not ram and pound ruthlessly into her.
"I don't think you're ready for me yet, baby," he baited while trying to regain his composure.
Rey deserved more than mere fucking, Kylo thought, recalling how he wished to take things slow and make love to this beautiful woman—his woman.
"No, I think it's you that isn't ready for me," Rey argued, sliding her hands further down his back to firmly grasp his wonderful ass. His hips bucked of their own volition and Rey pushed up on him.
"Rey!" he cried out as she chuckled gleefully. She was close to unraveling him and he wasn't going to last much longer if she kept this up so he decided to delve into a more serious topic. Clients and escorts alike had to be given a clean bill of health prior to booking appointments, but there was still something that needed to be addressed, so Kylo asked, "Do I—" he cleared his throat. "Do I need to get a condom?"
Rey ceased her laughter, but her expression remained kittenish. "No," she replied succinctly, grabbing his hand to brush his fingertips over her upper right arm. Kylo felt a small implanted device under her skin and he grinned widely.
"Good," he blurted out, planting a swift kiss on her arm. "Because I wanna feel you around me."
He shifted eagerly into position and Rey adjusted herself slightly to give him easier access.
"Yes, finally!" She squealed with excitement and readied to feel him thrust into her deeply.
Rey drew a sharp breath, eyes growing wide when Kylo entered her—just barely.
"Kylo, what the f—" Rey was cut off by a stolen kiss. It was amorous, sensual and ooh, he sucked hard on her sensitive upper lip, igniting her from within as it blazed straight down to her groin.
He didn't move his cock a single inch, letting it linger there as he continued kissing her. God, he was such a fucking tease! She realized then what he was up to. He was doing the same as before, winding her up in a most precise and deliberate manner. And she'd be lying if she said she didn't like it.
In fact, she downright loved it.
The anticipation was driving her insane as she felt one of his hands gently glide over her breast, then down the center of her body.
Kylo pulled away from their kiss to stare reverently into Rey's eyes. "I need you so much, Rey."
"You… you really do?"
Kylo nodded as his hand trailed further down. "I really do."
Rey panted nervously as her eyes flickered with incredulity.
"I need…" Kylo arrived at that delicate little nub at last, "my Rey."
A sweet moan sounded in her throat when he pressed his thumb lightly against it.
"I… I need you too, Kylo."
They froze, catching each other's gazes, coming alive as the empty space in their hearts filled to the brim.
Kylo gently flicked her clit as he pushed forward slowly into Rey with a short, shallow thrust. Her mouth twitched open and close at the sublime feel of him easing into her. They indulged in each other, taking the time to enjoy every second of their bodies physically harmonizing.
It was a most peculiar moment, arriving at a territory that was both familiar and uncharted, almost as if they'd been intimate with each other before. Like they were made specifically for the other, molded with perfect precision.
"Rey, you're too good to be true," Kylo whispered, flicking her clit from side to side until the base of his slowly-pressing thick cock finally reached his rolling thumb. Then he paused abruptly, transfixed as he added, "You feel like you were made just for me. Fuck, are you even real?"
His words resulted in a flurry like the flapping of butterfly wings, hurtling deep in Rey's belly. She made a low rumbling sound that seemed more animal than human, moving her hands up his large back to rest at his nape.
"I'm real," she managed to respond as she voluntarily clenched her walls around him and the noise that emitted from Kylo's chest was just as, if not more, animalistic than Rey's. "Are you real, Kylo?" She dug her nails into his neck, etching half-moon indentations into his heated skin.
"Yes," Kylo breathed before planting his hands on either side of her. "I'm real," he answered while his hips rocked up and down, rubbing exquisitely on Rey's aching bundle to further emphasize his point. "And I'm all yours, Rey."
"Mine." Rey cried out as she matched his movements, enhancing the delightful friction.
"Oh God, yes, Rey," Kylo groaned as he buried his face in her neck, pressing his body flush against hers, skin-to-skin and heart-to-heart.
"You can have all of me, Kylo," Rey panted, wrapping her legs around his thighs. She cradled the back of his head, her fingernails scraping his scalp as he marked her neck with love bites. "I'm yours."
"Mine." Kylo growled back affirmatively, twining his arms under hers and around the back of her shoulders to cradle the back of her head. To nestle her in his arms as she wrapped around him and he was within her. They were entwined, and one, and he loved the fact that he could hold so much of her in his large arms, threading his hands in her hair, and feeling everything about her as they consumed each other.
They swayed their hips together and soon the two fell into cadence, sweating as they danced to the beat of their own drum. The lovemaking was unrelenting, but night was young, full of intense heat from the couple's rhythm and passion. The energy built within them, bit by bit, pulsating as they hiked up an imaginary cliff together.
Kylo was ecstatic to discover he wasn't losing control, even when he noticed signs of Rey's impending orgasm. He wanted to give Rey what she asked for—constant pleasure that no gauge could measure. And if he was going to last long enough to do that, he'd have to postpone his own release as much as possible. She began sputtering belligerent gibberish and Kylo felt her start to tense beneath him.
"Lift your legs higher," Kylo ordered hurriedly when he saw she was approaching the edge of the cliff. "Wrap around my waist."
Rey didn't object, only acted on command. Before she knew it, Kylo had swiftly repositioned them so that they were both upright. Rey was now slightly higher than Kylo as he drove into her. The angle really hit all the right spots and... whoa!
Why was he staring at her like that?
He was looking up into her face—into her eyes—with fierce concentration.
No, not concentration.
It was something like pure adulation gleaming in his eyes. He gazed at her as if she was the only girl in the world.
As if she was his world.
And it was so freaking sexy. That look was what pushed Rey over the edge and the ticking tocking of the bomb within went boom, detonating at last.
It was a brief, nonetheless intense, out-of-body experience as both reached the pinnacle of their passion, of their lovemaking, of their two bodies becoming one. It was difficult to describe, almost as if time itself no longer existed and they were floating through space. They both deliciously lost all sense of control as their innate instincts took over, giving in completely to the involuntary responses.
"Kylo!" She flung her head back, slamming her eyes shut as her orgasm raked through her body with such a violent shudder that it made her toes curl and her mind soar, and it felt like she wouldn't be able to remember a damn thing if she were asked right then.
Nothing else mattered but this.
Rey spasmed, contracting tightly around Kylo and damn, was it fucking divine, celestial even, to see and feel her melt and… and…
No! Kylo scolded himself as he tried desperately to hold it, to pull himself back. Not yet!
"Rey!" Her name was a strangled moan when he came, bursting like a bubble as he emptied himself completely inside of her.
God fucking damn it! he swore in his mind as his eyelids started to droop heavily. No, body, please don't do this to me.
All his energy was draining away into the stratosphere and his body was shutting down, feeling as if he had been wounded in a battle, ready to drop any second now. He gently placed Rey back down on the bed, evidently spent as well since her limbs were like jelly.
"Holy shit." The phrase spilled from Rey's lips when she rested her head on the luxurious pillow and her intense, sharp contractions waned into a dull throbbing. She inhaled deeply to gather her bearings, blinking rapidly. "I can't even… that was…" Rey smiled contentedly, biting her lip while absorbed in thought. It was then that she realized Kylo was no longer on top of her, but lying beside her. When had he even slid out of her? She turned to face him and let out a surprised gasp.
This man that she had just made love to, the first person she'd ever done that with in all her life, because if she were being honest, her past experiences were nothing compared to this. Sure, it felt good—really good—in the moment, but it was sex without any emotional connection. No love. It always left her feeling utterly empty and hollow afterwards and only then did she realize how sad that was. She looked at the man she knew without a doubt she loved and sighed.
This man—her man—was passed the fuck out, and snoring lightly.
"Ren!"
"Huh! Wha—" Kylo's eyes shot open as he startled awake.
"Looks like I wore you out, babe," she chuckled softly.
"Rey, shit! Sorry, I—" he started to apologize, struggling to keep his eyes open. He really hated his body in that moment. Traitor! How could it possibly want to sleep now?
Rey continued to snicker as she cupped his cheek. "It's okay, Kylo. I sympathize." She caressed his skin with her thumb before moving to lie on top of him, tugging the sheet out from beneath them to cover them both. She showered him with small, sweet kisses across his chest that made Kylo hum with pleasure.
He wrapped his arms snugly around her when she rested her cheek on his warm chest; they couldn't get enough of their naked bodies touching.
"Just give me ten minutes, sweetheart," he told her while pressing a kiss on her head. "Then we can get back at it again until we see the sun rise."
"Shh," Rey shushed as her eyes fluttered shut. "Sleep, Ren. You need the rest."
"Ten minutes," he reiterated, words slowing down as he spoke, before drifting off to sleep.
"Mm-hmm," Rey yawned, bemused even through her drowsiness before she was also swept away.
It was the deepest, most tranquil and pleasant sleep she'd had to date, cuddled up in the arms of her boyfriend.
She really did like the sound of that—boyfriend.
Her mate.
Her significant other.
Her… lover.
Kylo suddenly woke to Rey's jerky movements as she mumbled something in her sleep. Kylo inhaled slowly, rubbing at his eyes. He saw that it was still dark out. There was no way for him to tell how much time had passed lest he wake Rey. He noticed the light was still on in the bedroom. He would've gotten up to turn it off, but he didn't want to disturb her slumber. Rey was sleeping so soundly, he didn't have the heart to wake her so that they could resume their… carnal activities. And she wasn't snoring either so that was a huge plus, encouraging him even further to not move a single muscle.
But he ended up doing so, running a finger absentmindedly down the length of her back, drawing small circles onto her smooth skin.
He was flying high, in a state of pure bliss with her, so comfortable and just happy. Joyful, even. He couldn't remember the last time he felt that way. If ever.
"Stay," Kylo heard Rey whisper the plea in her sleep. "Don't leave me. Stay."
She was sound asleep.
"Oh, Rey," he whispered back, his voice a quivering mess as he tightened his embrace around her. There was nothing in the world that he wanted to do more than to stay, to always shelter her in his arms.
"Everyone… always… leaves me," Rey continued her somniloquy. "Kylo. Please. Stay."
His heart broke for them when he came to the realization that he couldn't do what she subconsciously asked. He couldn't stay with her no matter how much every fiber of his being wanted to.
A tear sprung forth from his unblinking eyes, running down his cheek when she implored softly once more, still snared deep within sleep—
"Stay."
Author's Note: This chapter was inspired by the most overplayed song on the radio this year: "Despacito" ;) (No, not the one with Justin Bieber, I'm talking about the original one with Luis Fonsi and Daddy Yankee ONLY LOL)
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