Losing Control:
Ahsoka had already experienced a wide variety of lessons in her life regarding patience and maintaining control of her emotions and the Force Power within her, but what Rex was doing to her right now was exceeding them all.
His teasing command to hang on to the headboard while he pleasured her shouldn't have been that difficult to follow, but she constantly had to stop herself from letting go. Her fingers wanted so badly to touch his head where it was buried between her legs and pet the short, silky hairs on top in appreciation. Her new heartmate was an incredibly clever and perceptive man, and even though he'd obviously never touched a female before her in such an intimate way, Rex was using his preexisting skill set to his advantage.
Or more accurately, hers.
While Ahsoka had dedicated a respectable amount of time towards learning her own body and what made it hum with satisfaction – especially after her first heat cycle kicked in last year, and the calming drugs had only given her the willpower to not jump on the nearest attractive male (something not lacking in her vicinity) – what Rex was making her feel now in comparison felt like the difference between warm sunlight and submerging oneself in an erupting volcano.
Not that she'd ever experienced the later, but surely this was similar?
Because Ahsoka was burning. And exploding. And burning and exploding some more.
With a little help from her overeager Togrutan biology, Rex was making her come again and again and again, and she was starting to lose her mind over it in the best way possible. (Unless you happened to be a headboard whose bars were being slowly but surely bent out of shape.) His tongue had mastered the art of stimulating her clit, and his long fingers had found sensitive places inside her that she hadn't even known existed (especially the one at the top). He'd worked his way up to three fingers by the time she'd climaxed for the third time in the last fifteen minutes, and she was hoping he wasn't planning on trying for more, because she honestly didn't think she could stand that much more stimulation.
If she wasn't so blissed out, she'd probably be embarrassed about how much she'd already soaked him and the bed with her constantly flowing juices. At least Rex didn't seem to mind. He just kept lapping them up with the sexiest little groans of satisfaction escaping his throat, only managing to turn her on more. Not to mention the way his enjoyment and pride at what he was doing to her was flowing down their bond like waves on an incoming tide, rocking her world further with how much he loved bringing her pleasure.
And she could feel how aroused he was again, which was driving her insane with the need to reciprocate. But he wanted her to hold on to the headboard, so by Force, that's what she was going to do. But that doesn't mean I can't get him to change tactics in other ways, she thought dazedly after he'd made her come for a fourth time and the poor bars finally snapped off in her hands. (She didn't notice, though.)
Summoning the last smidgeon of focus she had left and bolstering it with a deep inhale to steady her gasping breaths, Ahsoka ran the toes of her right foot down his back and to his fine arse to get his attention as she called out huskily, "Rex."
"Hmmmmmm?" he hummed against her sensitive skin as he cleaned up her latest offering from her depths and folds, making her eyes close as shivers chased up her spine again.
She had to inhale deeply again to regain control of her body as it thought about winding up for another climax with only that one sexy vibration against her pussy. Frag it! Focus Ahsoka! "Rex, I never intended for us to fly this quickly into our relationship already, but I want more. Scratch that. I NEED more." He finally looked up at her, his eyes widening and hands tightening on her thighs with every new word she added. "Despite the fact that it's nowhere near time for my next heat cycle, I think you've triggered it to start early. Or this is an extra mini one because we're newly mated. I'm boiling to death and I need you so much it hurts."
She wasn't lying; her core was clenching on nothing over and over again and it just felt wrong. Ahsoka's body knew what it wanted, and it wasn't going to cool off now until she got it.
Rex swallowed hard, his face suddenly pale under the flush and shine and his arousal ramping up another hundred degrees to add to the loop bounding through their bond. "What… What do you want me to do?"
Ahsoka pushed on his ass with her foot as she bared her teeth at him in a feral smile. "I want you to crawl up here and kiss me and frag me with that wonderful cock of yours until I pass out from the pleasure. Then I want you to wake me up and do it all over again."
Rex, bless his warrior heart, immediately took that as a challenge, and his expression went nearly as feral as hers. "Your wish is my command, cyar'ika," he growled, crawling up her body like a stalking nexu. (And oh, that was sexy as hell.)
Once their faces were level, and he was literally lying on her, giving her all of his weight, except for his legs which were between hers – something that surprised her, but she found she liked the heavy possession very, very much – he reached up and surprised her even further by prying her hands off of the bars and then showing her what she'd done with an epic smirk. "I think I did my job, don't you?"
Ahsoka gawked at the bent wrought iron bars in his hands that had very clear finger dents in them. "Kriff, Rex. That's not supposed to happen!"
He laughed as he tossed the bars off to either side of the bed, and then he grabbed her hands and put them behind his neck after kissing them both. "My beautiful warrior Jedi," he praised, unconcerned about her strength. She wrapped her arms around his neck, sensing she was going to want to hold on tight for what was to come. His amber eyes were practically sparking flames as he looked at her with so much heat and desire, her core clenched again and the poor bed got another dousing. "I'm taking it as a compliment. I like making you lose control of yourself." He then planted his hands on the bed beside her montrals and dipped down to steal her breath with the hottest kiss they'd exchanged yet – which she hadn't thought was actually possible.
His cock was trapped between them, rubbing through her pussy lips and up her mound, passing over her clit with each subtle shift of his hips. Ahsoka loved it, and she knew that he did as well, but they both wanted more. So, so much more.
Pulling her mouth away from his by a fraction, she practically snarled, "Stop teasing and put it in me before I roll you over and do it myself."
Rex growled back at her with narrowed eyes, "Not a shabla chance!"
She sucked in a breath at his refusal to be dominated, so turned on by it, she could hardly stand it.
Rex fitted action to his words immediately, reaching down between them and guiding himself to her entrance with his hand, his resolution to do it perfectly coming through loud and clear down their bond.
Despite being wetter than a lake and way more prepared than she thought had been necessary, Ahsoka still couldn't believe how much Rex had to work to get into her. "Force, Rex," she panted, digging her nails into his shoulders. "You're kriffing thick!"
He dropped his forehead down to hers, beads of sweat sticking them together. The expression on his face made it look like he was in agony, but what she felt from him said it was of the best possible kind. "And you're kriffing tight!" he said through teeth clenched so tightly, she worried that he would crack them.
In an effort to help, Ahsoka tried to relax, but that just wasn't going to happen with the way her nerves were firing like an ion engine. She clenched her teeth too and then said through them, "Just do it."
Rex cracked his eyes open. "Are you sure?"
"I'm sure."
Taking her at her word – which he'd been conditioned to obey whether he liked it or not – Rex did as she asked. Withdrawing what small amount of progress he'd made so that only the thick head remained in her, Rex then met her eyes for a second, his thoughts suddenly shuttered behind his shields, before dipping his head and nosing her lek out of the way. She might have actually screamed a little when he bit her neck hard and thrust all the way into her at the same time, but the way her mind shorted out for a minute, Ahsoka would never be sure. It might have just been in her imagination.
When her nerves settled enough for her to notice something other than white-hot rapture again, Rex was still biting her neck, but now more nibbling than maiming, his arms were wrapped around her back as he held her as close as possible, and his cock was buried in her to the hilt with only the faint shudders of his vibrating body creating any movement.
The pleasure was exquisite.
She purred deeply to let him know just how much, stroking her fingers over his hair. I wonder how he heard that mating bites are practically magic? Should ask him later.
Rex gave her throbbing neck one final lick and looked up at her, worry in his eyes. "You good now?"
She gave him the most satisfied smile possible, fingers still stroking and purr still motoring away. "I was never not."
"But you screamed."
Well, that confirms that. "Did I?" she hummed innocently.
"And passed out."
"Did not," she protested, to ease his conscience. "I was just processing."
His look said he didn't believe her. "If you say so."
"I do," she purred, grinning at him cheekily as she shifted her hips under his weight and gave an experimental squeeze with her inner muscles. An action that felt fragging amazing, by the way.
Rex sucked in a breath. "Shab, Soka. Don't do that if you don't want me to pound you into the mattress."
Her eyes lit up. "But I want you to pound me into the mattress."
"But you've never…" he tried to protest, even as his cock twitched within her at the idea and somehow thickened and lengthened even further. It took her a second, then, Oh, he must have softened a bit when he thought he'd hurt me. Poor Rexi.
"Doesn't matter. I'm good now. All relaxed and everything. Your instincts continue to amaze me."
Rex blinked once and then glanced down at her neck which guaranteed had his teeth marks in it – she could feel every single one. "Oh. That worked?"
"Oh yeah."
"Hunh." Rex grinned at her throaty confirmation. He even dared to move a centimetre or two within her, testing the waters. Even that tiny movement was enough to make them both moan and groan in synchronized expressions of euphoria. With some determination, Rex pried his eyes back open and continued to move in tiny fractions as he spoke, maybe hoping to distract himself. "Thought Fives was pulling my leg about mating bites for Togrutans. I don't know where he heard these things, but he came up with the most unbelievable facts about different species' sexual habits."
Ahsoka tightened her limbs around Rex's barely moving body, willing to play along with the distraction game for another moment or two. "Is that so?"
"Hmmmmm," he managed as confirmation after trying a slightly harder and longer thrust. Sweat was all but pouring off of his rock-hard body now as he worked at controlling himself. She wanted him to give in to his urges, but she'd give him another minute if it made him feel better about it.
"What else did our favourite prankster of a brother tell you about my species?" Ahsoka squeezed his cock again, hoping to hurry this along.
Her mate visibly gulped, shooting her a look of chastisement that she pretended not to understand. "Well, he said that Togrutan males have giant barbed dicks and that the females are always happy to avoid mating with their own kind whenever possible."
Ahsoka barked out a laugh. "Where in the galaxy did he get that load of poodoo from?"
Rex looked at her in something akin to relief. Probably just for the sake of all the females of her kind in general, sweet man that he was. "I don't know."
She rolled her eyes. (And her hips.) (Rex liked that. A lot.) "Probably from some spiced up sleemo Tog at a bar who was bitter over losing his girlfriend to a clone."
"Probably," he groaned as she rolled her hips up against him again. "My brothers are awfully good at sweet talking the ladies."
"I know," she smirked. "They practiced on me enough to write a book... Which they then made a digital copy of and sent it to all the legions and their younger brothers still on Kamino."
Rex's forehead hit her shoulder as he shook with silent laughter. And boy, did that do interesting things to where they were connected.
Ahsoka let him laugh for half a minute before she ran her nails down his spine, making him shiver instead. "Rex'ika?"
"Yes?" he grunted from her shoulder.
"Do you think you could pound me into the mattress now? You promised to make me pass out from pleasure multiple times, if you recall."
"Oh, I recall," he rasped, finally rising up again. His eyes were gleaming with that nearly feral look again that made her heart race with anticipation. "You ready for this?"
"I told you I was."
"All right then." He inhaled deeply, then drew almost all the way out in one smooth glide, paused for two seconds, and then slammed back into her to the hilt. She gasped. He groaned. Their eyes met. And then he was doing exactly as she asked; driving his hips into her as hard and fast as a supremely fit male could go.
Ahsoka loved it. More than anything.
She held on for the ride as her mate made her body sing over and over again with extreme pleasure. At some point, she looked over his shoulder and saw everything that wasn't bolted down floating around the room in a swirling storm of her unleashed power, but she honestly didn't care. She wasn't hurting anybody, so she didn't see it as a problem. If Rex noticed that she'd lost control of herself, he never mentioned it. Not then, anyway.
By the time she'd lost count of her orgasms, she knew for a fact that Rex had come inside her nearly as often, but just like her, he was possessed by the heat thrumming through her blood. Fortunately for their poor overused bodies, the intense storm only lasted for an hour or two before she finally cooled off to her more normal temperature of a few degrees warmer than a Human, and Rex slowed down to a crawl and eventually just stopped, panting on top of her.
She never actually did pass out during the mating frenzy, but Ahsoka had never been so tired in her life. She could probably say the same for her incredible mate who found some energy from somewhere to roll them over so she could lie on top of him instead and finally breathe deeply again.
Ahsoka dredged up enough of her own flagging energy to cup his jaw with her hands and give him the most loving kiss imaginable. "You're mine forever now, Rexi," she whispered against his lips.
Rex looked back at her, raising his hands to rub his thumbs over her cheek markings as if she was made of fragile glass, making her heart ache. "And you're mine, Ahso'ika. I wish I could tell the galaxy as much. I wish I could marry you and give you a house and children."
She looked down at his heartbreakingly sad amber eyes, wishing with all her might for the same.
And then, a ceremony popped into her mind like a gift from the Force. One she'd witnessed a few times during her stay with Bo-Katan's clan. Ahsoka inhaled abruptly and whispered, "Rex, what if you could?"