Okay, everyone. This is where the smut begins. This chapter and the one next week are both pretty much all explicit. For those that don't want to read it, you won't miss anything important in this chapter, so feel free to skip. As for the rest of you, enjoy.

Poe led Rey into his house, realizing as he did so that she had never been inside; they always spent their time together out on the porch. Even though he knew she couldn't see, he was glad that he had cleaned recently. With his heart racing, he led her to his bedroom, flipping on only necessary lights as they went, and to the connecting bathroom. He stopped, touched her hand and whispered, "Wait here," then moved to start the shower, watching her carefully. Her eyes were bright, excited, her breathing faster than normal. She bit her bottom lip and swallowed nervously.

He felt the temperature of the water, waiting for it to get warm but not hot; though his AC worked well, he didn't think a hot shower appealed to either of them after such a warm day. Once it was a good temp, he moved back over to Rey. She licked her lips restlessly, but her eyes were eager. Gently, he took hold of her wrists in both hands. Slowly, he slid his fingers up her bare arms, then back down. She closed her eyes, a small smile appearing on her lips. He brought his hands to the hem of her tank top, his movements deliberate. Carefully, he began to pull the top upward.

Without hesitation, Rey raised her arms up above her head, assisting Poe as he continued to pull her tank up and off. As he let the shirt fall to the ground, his eyes dropped down to her bare breasts. He knew she rarely wore a bra, snarking that she didn't need one for support and they were just too hot and uncomfortable when riding. He swallowed as he stared. "Beautiful," he breathed.

She huffed a soft laugh, her cheeks rosy. "I'm too small," she once more complained.

"Who says?" Poe argued. "I think they're perfect." He lifted his eyes back to her face. "Can I touch you?"

She nodded, once more biting her lower lip.

Poe brought his hands up, but instead of cupping the soft flesh before him, he let the backs of his fingers trail along the inside curves, then slid them underneath, feeling the dampness of her sweat. He let his thumbs come up to brush against her nipples, smiling as she gasped, then moaned.

His own heart started beating madly, and he could feel his jeans tighten almost unbearably. "Okay," he panted. "Let's move this to the shower," he told her gruffly. This was going to happen way too fast if he didn't slow it down now. He stepped back and began to unbuckle his belt. She also worked at the fastener on her breeches. Poe had to sit on the lid of the toilet to pull off his boots, but Rey was able to easily slide her stretchy riding pants off, pulling the boot socks and sneakers off along with them, while balancing on her feet. Poe envied her flexibility while trying not to let his mind wander to the possibilities her suppleness inspired. Within seconds, they were both naked.

Carefully, he reached for her hand again, leading her over to the shower. "Step," he said softly after he opened the door, raising her hand slightly as had become habit when she needed to step up or over something. She moved into the shower, her breath catching as the water hit her. "Is the temp okay?" he asked as he followed her in, closing the door behind him.

She nodded. "Yeah," she breathed. "Perfect."

Poe reached for the bottle of body wash on the shelf, pausing as he did so. Its scent was earthy and rich, more masculine than the floral scented stuff he knew Rey used. He opened the top and handed it to her. "Is this scent okay?" he asked. "I have bars of Irish Spring, too."

She sniffed it and smiled. "It smells like you," she told him. "Which is very okay with me."

He nodded, then took the bottle back, pouring some onto his palm before setting it aside. Rubbing his hands together to work up a lather, he moved closer to Rey. "I'm going to touch you again," he told her softly.

She nodded, her eyes flashing, her breathing still fast. Starting with her shoulders, Poe began to wash her, letting his hands move over her bare wet skin, trying to move quickly but enjoy the ride at the same time. He watched as her eyes closed, then she reached past him to feel along the shelf, finding the bottle easily. She paused, and he knew she was waiting to make sure she had the right one, knowing he would correct her if she had grabbed the shampoo. When he said nothing, she opened it and squeezed some into her hand. Putting the bottle back, she started lathering up the soap, stopping briefly as his hands ran over her breasts. Then she began to wash him. "You know," she said. "This would go a lot faster if we had wash cloths."

"We don't need to go faster," Poe mumbled, shivering as her hands ran along his chest and down his stomach. He turned before she got too far and felt her massage his back once more while he quickly used more soap to wash his half-erect penis. He wasn't going to let her do that quite yet; he wanted this to last. Although with her hands currently smoothing along his ass, that was easier said than done. As he spun himself around under the water, rinsing, he told her softly, "Turn around."

She did as he asked and he grabbed more soap and began to lather up her back, letting his hands run down her spine to her narrow waist and firm buttocks. Riding at the level she was every day produced an amazingly tight body; he felt a moment of nostalgia as he recalled how fit he had been when he was competing. Not that he was unfit now, but he no longer had the six pack abs and toned butt that upper-level competition had given him.

After ensuring all the day's sweat and grime had been rinsed from them both, he moved to stand behind her. She tilted her head to the side and he accepted the invitation and began to softly kiss and lick along her neck. Her hair was still in a ponytail, but he could feel the loose strands that had escaped during the day tickle his nose. He brought his hands around to her front, cupping her breasts and squeezing them gently before letting his hands slide downward. Wrapping one arm around her belly, he let his other hand slip between her thighs. The moisture his fingers found was not from the shower or from sweat. She gasped. "Oh, my, Rey," he whispered in her ear. "You really need to be washed down here. Please let me do it."

She whined and moved her hips, thrusting them into his hand. "Yes," she gasped.

"Let me play with you first, though," he continued.

"Oh, God, yes!" Rey gasped.

Smiling, he began to finger her folds, running his index finger up and down along the edges of her pussy, holding her tight with his other arm as she began to undulate her hips. He felt more of her juices flood over his fingers and he responded by inserting his middle finger inside her. She moaned and he began to pump into her, reveling in her heat and tightness. He added another finger, letting his thumb rub against her clit, but then reminded himself to take it slow. She may have had intercourse when she was sixteen, but she was still in his mind a virgin.

"Do you touch yourself, Rey?" he asked as he continued to finger fuck her.

Gasping, she nodded.

"Do you use toys?" His mind was already imagining her lying on her bed masturbating.

"I…" she started. "I used to. Before I had to move back in with my father. I'm too scared he'll hear."

"But you still touch yourself?" She nodded. "What do you think about when you touch yourself, Rey?" he pushed, his fingers moving faster now.

"You!" she gasped. "Always you."

"Oh, fuck!" Poe groaned, burying his face in her neck. He moved his fingers quickly now, pulsing them in and out of her. He could feel her thighs start to spasm and her knees clamped together as she cried out.

"Oh, God!" she shouted, her body bending over slightly at the waist as she came hard. He held her firmly, bringing her up tighter against him, reveling in her body's response to his ministrations.

He continued to pump his fingers into her, the wet sucking sounds making him harder and harder as his own arousal grew. Her orgasm lasted for several seconds and he couldn't stop the feeling of smugness that overcame him. Finally, her body seemed to droop, and he brought his fingers out of her now dripping core, cupping her gently as she shivered and tried to catch her breath.

Slowly, as she began to straighten once again, he turned her to face the water. He reached his hand up, rinsing it under the stream, then grabbed the showerhead and brought it out from its holder. Carefully, he directed the water between her legs, using the hand that had been holding on to her to gently wash away her slick. His cock was throbbing, waiting excitedly for its turn, but it would have to wait a little longer.

Rey suddenly stiffened. "Poe! Your back!"

He chuckled. "It feels fine, Sunshine," he assured her. "It's probably a good thing you're almost the same height as me; I don't have to bend over to kiss you." As he replaced the showerhead and turned off the water, she spun around to face him, bringing her lips to his.

He kissed her, long and deep and slow, then backed away slightly. "Let's move this into the bedroom, shall we?"

Her eyes still dazed, Rey nodded. "Let's."

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