He pressed himself between my legs, body shaking like a man who'd never before tasted water finally coming up to a crystal lake and being allowed however much he cared to drink.

Pulling in a hard breath, I forced myself to relax despite the awkward position. The bed wasn't the softest and whatever he was doing didn't feel trained-so maybe he'd only had sex the one time it took to make a child-but fuck if it didn't feel good all the same.

Maybe I'd never had a dick in me, but he wasn't the first thing I'd had inside. And especially when his body was pressed so tightly to mine, chest heaving with the breaths of a touch-starved man, I was more than willing to take him in.

All of him.

I woke slowly, mind heavy with the haze of sex and the ghost of his body still on me.

Din's body, as I'd recently discovered the name for it.

He was asleep next to me like I thought he'd be, dreams probably far from erotic and filled with blaster shots and wounds and bounties.

Unlike his probably abstract dreams, I could still feel the press of his thighs between my legs, skin hot despite the chilly air, burning with the lust he'd penned up for months, maybe years. I could feel it so vividly, I wondered if he'd somehow taken me in my sleep and what I'd felt was real, but the rational part of me knew that wasn't possible.

He'd given my clothes back soon after he'd left my body hot and eager, but I wished he'd have just kept them and forced me to be naked, constantly teasing him with the body that was there for him.

If only he'd just take it.

As soon as we landed, I didn't think I'd be seeing anything remotely sexual from him for a month, or however long he thought he'd be gone. If I wanted anything, it'd have to happen now. I didn't know specifically how long we had left, but it was less than a day and I'd have bet landing took prep. Not to mention he'd have to pack for his bounty journey or whatever shit bounty hunters did.

So that's why, in the middle of his dear needed sleep, I poked him in the shoulder.

I expected a shudder or the comical shoot-to-your-feet shock, but he didn't do a thing. So like an idiot I didn't poke him again. Instead, I slid my hand across his waist, fingers pressing into the fabric of his nightshirt until I felt the dip where his stomach met his pubic bone. I let my hand rub circles there, just above the true sweet spot, but what did he care in his sleep?

I slid closer, admiring the way he could sleep through my writhing to get nearer. Unless, of course, he wasn't actually sleeping.

Tilting my head up, I let my tongue run across the skin behind his ear, gagging on hair before I learned where it was-and wasn't. His skin tasted of beskar and salt, clean despite lacking the smallest trace of soap scent.

I brushed more hair away with my free hand, letting my tongue dance against the edge of his ear, testing the space before letting my lips envelop it.

He shuddered then, a hand coming to cup my fingers at his waist, and I paused, drawing back enough to quickly remove myself should the need arise.

But he moaned out, "Don't stop." Then added, "Please," for good measure, and I completely lost any inhibition.

I let my hand wind down and cup his most vulnerable place, igniting a heartbeat there as blood rushed to meet my touch, and I pressed my lips back to his ear, shifting forward and letting the bottom of my tongue run against the front side of his ear.

He ground against my hand and I pressed myself against the edge of his hip, not caring whether he knew I was getting myself off this just as much as he was.

When he shifted back, making his hipbone stick out just so, I let out a groan against his ear, pressing pussy tighter there.

"You have no idea," I muttered, "how much you mess with my head."

"No, I don't."

And the second the words were out, they hung there like a challenge, daring me to show him just how much. But by the way his body trembled, back tense with trying to hide it, I wasn't sure he could handle much more than this.

I wanted him to ravish every inch of me, pull out the pleasure I'd never truly felt before his fingers and turn my body into a writhing, throbbing temple of pleasure.

But in the meantime, his hip was doing wonders for the pent up release I desperately sought, and within a minute my clit was throbbing, blood shooting through my body in time with the beat.

I pulled back, breaths coursing over Din's neck as my body returned to earth. My fingers slipped below the nightshirt, skimming his hot skin before wrapping against the underside of his cock.

"I want you," I spoke, so loudly it nearly burst my ears. I hadn't realized it was so quiet until something had shattered through the low of heaving breaths and rustling fabric. Nestling my mouth behind his ear, I kissed him there before asking, "Can't I have you?"

His chest caught as the words registered, body growing still as he considered for a brief second. "...Yes."

As he shifted to face me, my face prickled with a rush of blood. His kind eyes took my face in, afraid to meet my glance as if it would wake him from whatever this fevered dream was.

But I was real as he was, and as I slid my bottoms off-elastic now loose from whatever shoddy wash job he'd done-my stomach filled with the oddest mix of horrible fear and unmeasurable lust.

Force, he looked delicious. I'd have bet ten thousand credits his dick was just as sweet as the taste still lingering on my tongue. It wasn't like eating a grand meal, but it was like tasting every inch of your lover, one you'd be with forever, existing just in this single moment.

I spread my legs, lifting one and slinging it over his hip, blinking down at his cock between us before I remembered the last time I'd taken care of myself without licking my fingers first.

"I-uh...Just a second." I wormed my way down, cramping my left arm in the weird position I found myself to get a good mouthful of him. I let whatever saliva I had run across my tongue, then spread it onto his pulsing rod. It would have been classified as averagely small, albeit extremely satisfying, and I did a bit more than just wet it.

Wait, not-

I groaned to myself a second before tasting his orgasm, pussy fucking tired of the delays, but ready for yet another all the same.

"F-fuck, I'm sorry," he whined, regret laced through every inch of his voice.

"Don't be," I tossed back, shrugging off the sudden stop to what was supposed to be my maiden voyage and instead sliding my mouth back over his cock, sucking it like the frozen stick desserts they sold back on Canto Bight. This one was slightly less tasteful, but fuck if his skin didn't smell good.

I worked him until the skin grew supple, then drew back, more self-conscious now that lust wasn't blinding him and he could see me clearly. I wasn't the average prostitute, let alone the average wife, and with eyes more red than any other color, it was a miracle he didn't call me a devil the moment he laid his own on me.

But he looked at me like I was the only thing that mattered in the moment, and in all honesty, his eyes held the dregs of wanton lust, but it went farther than that. Far enough that I dared consider he...liked me.

"I have to start the landing protocol soon," he said, though his eyes hadn't strayed from my face, hadn't changed to a different emotion behind them.

"Oh," I said back, settling on my heels and tugging at the hem of my shirt, wishing it was longer like his nightshirt.

"Do you have…" he ventured, letting an unsure hand rest on my leg, just above my knee. "A name? Do Roamers still keep that part of their lives?"

A soft chuckle fell out. He was so innocent for being so deadly.

"We do. At least, I did. Lady Jay. But I guess the title got struck out when I got banished." I shrugged, throat suddenly tight. I hadn't told that name to anyone since I'd left with a fresh tattoo. It felt wrong saying it again.

The docking lights bloomed against the walls, casting orange shadows across Din's face as he sat up, sliding his hand between my legs until it found its mark. "How quick can you-"

"Soon enough," I moaned, spreading my legs and scooting closer until I could easily hang onto his shoulders. I pulled his hand up just so I could lick his fingers, then let him press it back as he let two travel farther and push inside me.

"I've never done this before," he whispered, lips against my neck as I drew myself in.

My hips worked on their own, grinding into his hand and pressing his fingers tighter inside. "Don't fucking change a thing." Then, more erratically, "Are we gonna crash?"

He slid his tongue into my ear, mimicking what I'd done earlier and ensuring an ending to what was already gonna be a brief grinding session. "Not that I'd care."

I came on his fingers, muscles around my vagina clamping against his fingers, plenty wide enough to have my eyes blurring, and he let me ride out every single second of it, mouth leaving an untrained, yet perfect imprint against my skin.

-Hey you all readers! I hope you enjoy this chapter because I had a fuckton of insecurity over it. I wasn't sure if it was the right place to take the story yet, or what ending I'd give it, and believe me, it looks WAY different now than it did at first! Anyhow, now that this one's done I can post the easier ones! Lots of love, and thanks for reading my dirty little humans!-