Chapter 6: I Think We're Alone

Zorri worried her lip as she glanced over her shoulder. Her husband was pulling her by the hand away from the party and to the presidential honeymoon suite.

Husband. Poe was her husband. But this giddy thought competed with Zorii's concern for Finn and Rey, her friends whom she had distinctly heard caught in the throes of passion.

"Shouldn't one of us make sure they're OK? That they're using protection? What if someone walks in on them, like the media?"

"Don't worry about them; they'll be all right," Poe assured her, as they reached the door of the suite.

"Our best friends are literally fucking each other in a closet, and you're not concerned at - whoah!" Zorii squealed as Poe swept her off her feet, kicking the door open with his foot and carrying her across the threshold. Striding over to the bed, Poe dumped his wife unceremoniously onto it. "You stay there!"

Zorii stared at him, gawking in amusement. "Poe, what are you - ooo!" she squeaked as Poe landed on the mattress next to her in a flying leap. "Honey, don't you think we should explore...?"

"No." Poe tugged at his collar and tie.

"And take our time?"

"Why?" He shimmied out of his pants.

"Because there's such a thing as foreplay!"

"Don't need it."

"Well, maybe I might," Zorii sniffed. "Just because Rey and Finn are banging each other's brains out doesn't mean we have to leap straight into bed... Oh my..." Her train of thought trailed off as Poe divested himself of his boxers, adding them after his shirt on the garment mountain already pooling at the foot of the bed. Zorii smirked in pleased approval at her husband's... anatomy, standing at attention and throbbing, leaking. Her knickers suddenly felt very damp, and she stilled at the dark, lustful glint in Poe's eyes.

"I've wanted you out of that dress since the moment you started walking down the aisle," Poe growled.

Zorii's smirk broadened, and she spread out over the mattress like a feast before him, stretching like a cat. "Why don't you do something about it... Mr. Dameron?"

"Gladly... Mrs. Dameron."

Hearing her married name on his lips made Zorii's breath hitch, and she arched her back. "Please, Poe. Undress me," she gasped.

Poe went right to work, burying his lips into his wife's neck as he slowly unclasped the buttons of her bridal gown. Sitting up into his lap so that she was straddling his thighs, Zorii helped him shrug the garment off her shoulders, then shimmied down around and off her hips. The dress was deposited with much more reverence than Poe's entire outfit, pooling gently at the side of the bed.

Capturing his lips with hers, Zorii dragged Poe with her as they curled into each other against the pillows. Fluttering her eyes shut dreamily, she looped her arms about his neck, jaw unhinging to let his tongue slip into her mouth. A calloused and strong hand brazenly cupped the underside of her breasts, and Zorii shivered in delight.

"Push yourself inside me, Poe," she whispered into his mouth. Still kissing her thoroughly, her husband obeyed, sliding himself into Zorii's wet womanhood inch by inch. He sank down to the hilt, and Zorii bucked against him, eyes popping wide.

Slowly, the newlywed couple worked up a rhythm, undulating and rutting gently against each other, the bed creaking in protest beneath them. Poe switched tactics, his talented mouth suctioning around Zorii's breath and bringing her hardening nipple up to a purple stub. Zorii's fingers weaved themselves into his curly black hair, her nails nearly digging into his scalp as she kept his head in place, rubbing her breasts sultrily against his face. "Don't stop, Poe... Gods!"

"Zorii... Force above, sweetheart, I love you so much..." Poe moaned.

"Uhhh... Hmmmm... Huhhh... P-Poe... Poe, I can't... I can't hold on... Come for me... come deep inside me..."

Poe grunted and thrust faster, even as each slam became progressively weaker. At last:

"ZORII!" The President's entire body seized as he ejaculated hard within her pulsing walls.

Clawing at his back, with a sexy scream, Zorii followed her lover over the edge, the damn exploding around her as she rode his cock to completion. Her husband collapsed over her in a sweaty mess, and she held him close, panting, their breathing and heartbeats slowing as they both came down from their high in tandem. Finally, cupping his jawline, Zorii tenderly pressed her lips to his.

"I love you... Mr. President."

Poe beamed, pleased with himself and in awe of her flustered beauty. "And I, you, forever... Madame First Lady."

Zorii flushed pink and kissed him again.