Chapter summary:
This story is M-rated for a reason ;)
Author's note:
Hello, everyone! Sorry for the delay but I had a minibang story to finish for a different fandom and let's just say that my brain wasn't always in agreement with my duties to edit (or write for that matter). But aside writing another monstrous Reylo story, I also started to draft my next idea - Frasier AU story so that gives me some light in life.
Chapter 8 – Tatooine, Part 2
During the twenty four years of her lonely life, Rey had read enough romance stories and watched a ridiculous number of romantic holoshows to know what it meant to just click together with someone like two pieces of a whole. And while she was hardly a wishful thinker who would spend her time by indulging in fantasies, she would lie if she said that she didn't hope for the same to happen to her one day and meet her soul mate.
Because if it felt anything like what she was feeling right now... Wow.
When her lips touched Kylo's cheek in what was supposed to be a chaste, goodnight kiss, her insides literally moved. Her lungs expanded as she deeply inhaled his musky scent, the jolt of electricity forcing her heart beating wildly. Her stomach dropped down to her intestines that were twisting in tight knots while the overwhelming lust took over her mind with practically zero chance to subdue it.
She still tried, though, to keep it in and get a hold of herself. Yet, her lips lingered on his sun-kissed skin that was otherwise noticeably pale while her fingers curled, her nails digging in his arm. Her hot breath fanned his cheek when she breathed out, biting her bottom lip. Albeit she stifled it, a whiny moan of protest against herself and her self-restrained escaped.
No wonder that it was too much for him to handle, too. The moment she managed to conquer her desire and tried to pull away, his left hand wrapped around her waist and he pulled her back in. His right hand found her head in a trice and before she could utter a single letter of her argument why it was a bad idea, his mouth covered hers, barely giving her any chance to take a breath.
His kiss was hungry and almost brutal as if he needed to prove something, practically suffocating her. She had no control over the movement of her head because he held it firmly with his hand, arching it up to him and changing the angles at will so he could suck her bottom lip, bite the upper one, graze his teeth across both, tease the corners of her mouth with the tip of his tongue and use it to invade the rest of her mouth.
And while her hand stayed trapped between their warm bodies because he pressed her to him so strongly that she couldn't free herself even if she really tried, she didn't seem to mind his 'assault' at all. Twisting his t-shirt between her fingers, she responded to his kiss with the same enthusiasm, risking the dislocation of her jaw but feeling like the most desired woman in the whole Galaxy.
When she bit him in reciprocation, drawing a small droplet of blood out of his lips, he realized that he was perhaps too rough which wasn't his intention at all. He wanted her, badly, but even though his style was never gentle due to his strength and build, he didn't wish to fuck her just to get a quick release and then send her on her way because they had nothing else to tell to each other.
The attraction between them was unlike anything he had ever experienced. There was something different about her, something that gave the whole thing a deeper, stronger meaning he couldn't find a name for. To call it 'love' would be premature and exaggerated since they barely knew each other, and he didn't believe in the love at first sight, but he was certain they shared more than just a passing fancy culminating in sex.
He needed to exercise intensive self-control to be able to gradually slow down the kiss and set leisure, more sensual tempo. That way, they could savour each other and their individual tastes much more, although he still kept his arms locked around her. It didn't seem that she was looking for a way out, anyway, holding onto him as if her knees could give away.
"I'm sorry." He whispered hoarsely into the silence interlaced with their heavy exhales when he finally released her lips, leaning his forehead against hers.
She needed a few more breaths to gather her thoughts, her mind blanked and too hazy to allow her to form some comprehensible words. "Don't." She blurted out with her eyes closed, her trembling hands running over the top of his chest. "You don't need to apologize just because it's stronger than us."
It took him a while to register the meaning behind her words, emphasized by the way she tilted her head back, seeking his lips with anticipation. When his brain caught up, however, he didn't hesitate to kiss her again. Setting a passionate pace that was neither too quick, nor too slow, he angled her jaw towards him while she wrapped her arms around his neck to anchor herself better in that position.
Taking a step forward, he sought to find a better support for her to even out their height difference because she had to balance on the tip of her toes constantly. Her legs didn't obey that command, though, so he pushed her and she stumbled backwards, their mouths still fused. Her back hit the other doorframe and the wall, his body following to pin her in place.
His hands on her waist, he used his knee to part her legs a little for which she rewarded him with an exciting moan that vibrated through his tongue all the way down to his throat. Then, he slipped his right hand on her left thigh, forcing her to lift her leg and hook it around his hip. To steady her, he slammed his pelvis against her body, his growing erection already too sensitive to such a simple touch.
This time, she groaned lewdly inside his mouth and she would probably dare to do something very naughty if she didn't decide to play along with his plan. Rather, she firmly embraced his shoulders and swung her other leg up with a tiny jump, wrapping both of her legs around his muscular middle, leaning her back against the wall of the hangar comfortably because his body was now completely supporting her.
Giving him the moment he apparently needed to deal with the fact that her heated core covered by her white cargo pants was now pressed against his belly, she broke the kiss to pull the strap of the satchel over her head and drop it down on the ground. The only barrier between their bodies she could accept was their clothes since they would be discarded in no time.
She then resumed the kiss, savouring the change of the angle since she was now technically higher than he was and thus, had a better opportunity to take charge of the kiss and set up the pace in her own way. And he let her, caressing her thighs gently while he was simply standing there, carrying out his duty of a pillar she was clinging to in order to avoid the inevitable fall.
Her fingers buried inside his lush, dark hair, she twirled the individual strands, massaging sensually his scalp in the meantime, occasionally treating the nape of his neck in the same way. She was really good at this, so good that it made him irrationally question how many men she had ever slept with, the unexpected surge of jealousy forcing him to kiss her a bit more aggressively in response.
His absurd animosity towards her previous sexual partners made her smile, sensing the origin of his offensive through the Force. Since it actually felt good to draw such a reaction from a man, she didn't mind that he was a bit possessive of her. After all, even she wondered how many women had gone through his life since his touches and caresses didn't seem to lack the experience.
To avoid the risk of growing too jealous and getting more animalistic again, she slowly ceased the kiss and pressed her lips against his forehead. "Take me to bed." She whispered hoarsely her request.
The hands on her thighs stilled and he looked up at her to make sure that she meant her words. "Hold on tight." He instructed her when her eyes glazed with lust convinced him.
"Wait, I…" she stopped him before he could grab her and carry her away which seemed to be his intention judging by the way he adjusted her arms around his neck, "I can walk on my own."
Eying her sceptically, he pulled slightly away to decrease the direct support of his body, forcing her own to slide down on purpose. Then he shoved her against the wall to steady her once more, her lap coming in the immediate contact with the bulge in his crotch. "Can you now?" He questioned her ability to walk with an amused smile when she moaned and started to tremble in his arms.
Oh stars, he was big.
She had to employ all of her remaining willpower to prevent herself from rubbing against him in the search of the release that was building inside her for quite some time, soaking her underwear with her wetness. If she had, she would have lost it and she wouldn't have been able to stop. One orgasm had never been enough for her to sate her hunger, no matter how planet-shattering it was.
Licking her lips, she compelled herself to look him in the eye, wrapping her hands around his neck more tightly. "Okay, maybe not." She conceded with blushed cheeks because he had to know what he was doing to her.
With a triumphant smile, he hoisted her back up as if she was light as a feather and weighed nothing at all. However, he dared to step away from the wall only when she secured her ankles around him firmly and fully embraced the upper part of his body. Then it was easy for him to walk the path towards his bed since he often did it with his eyes closed, exhausted from work.
Laying her down on the mattress, she slyly forced him to pull his t-shirt over his head since she rolled up the fabric up his back in the meantime. He wanted to reciprocate by discarding some of her clothes, too, but she wrapped herself around him like a snake, making him to weigh her down with his body, the skin-on-skin contact even more intimate than before.
Apparently, she planned for him to suffer because she attacked his lips again, her hands roaming all over his back with her fingers running over the individual lines of his muscles. He could just hold her in his arms while her hips began to rock against him, her loud moan drowning in the depth of his mouth when she finally found the right position, shifting his body so her lap could keep touching his crotch.
"Fuck." He cursed right into her mouth, committing the fatal mistake since she began to devour him instead, her tongue slipping inside.
He tried to free himself out of her grip, his pants getting tighter and tighter with each rock of her hips that were becoming more and more intense. He knew she tried to reach her release and he wanted nothing else but deliver it to her, but he also had to keep in mind that her rubbing against him had immeasurable consequences for him, as well, and he didn't want this to be over so quickly.
Using his strength a bit more than a few seconds ago, he pried her arms from around his neck and broke off the kiss, straightening a little since he was no longer being pressed to her. Cheeky as ever and not granting him a single breath, she took advantage of it and her hands immediately headed towards his pants in the search of the fastener. She wanted him naked and she wanted him naked now.
But he could recognize a danger when it was in front of him. Swiftly, he wrapped his hands around her wrists and pinned them around her head, restraining her movement. "Stop." He ordered to her, breathing heavily as he tried to suppress the twitch of his cock that demanded from him to give her what she wanted.
Unsure whether he meant to throw her out because he changed his mind about hooking up with her, or if he just wanted to slow down a bit, she stopped struggling against his grip and relaxed. Her legs, however, still remained wrapped around his torso because she wasn't giving up on her hopes. At least until he passed the sentence and mete out her punishment.
"I really appreciate this," he nodded towards his crotch, swallowing hard, "but I want this to last."
Quickies were good for immediate and quick release, for 'please-just-don't-talk-and-let's-just-fuck' encounters or for the furtive 'forget-the-foreplay-I-want-(you)-to-be-inside-you(me)-now' sex. But he wished to perform the foreplay before the main act, he wished to whisper sweet nothings into her ears, and he wanted to bring her on the edge of the orgasm and then watch as she slowly climbed the peak with him in tow.
Luckily, she seemed to understand the message and nodded shortly in agreement. Loosening the grip on her wrists, he let go of her hands and jerked away when she lifted herself up to get closer to his face. To calm him down, she uncrossed her legs so he could comfortably settle between them and carefully inched her hand towards his cheek to caress it.
The warmth and gentleness of her touch was exactly what he needed. Thus when her lips brushed over his jaw, he just closed his eyes to savour it. She peppered sweet, soft kisses along his jaw line, touching the corners of his mouth with the tip of her tongue before covering his mouth with hers in a lengthy, tantalizing kiss where each movement lasted several seconds if not minutes.
Melting from the inside was something he had never experienced but when she finally let go of him, stealing his breath, he felt all mushy inside. "Let's take it slowly, then." She assured him with a lovely smile, stroking his hair.
Then she reached for the hem of her t-shirt to pull it over her head and got rid of the brassiere covering her perhaps small, but perfect-to-him breasts. Neither shy, nor bashful, she laid herself down on the mattress, undoing the fastener of her own cargo pants to facilitate him the access to her core, and opened her arms to expose her body to his exploration.
Discarding her clothes so brazenly made her feel bold and sensual. It was easier than she had first thought it would be, maybe because getting it on with a stranger possessed a pinch of mysterious excitement to it. Moreover, Kylo didn't know her well enough to dare to be judgemental of her in any way. So he could just as well go fuck himself if he had any objections when it came to her body.
Such mean and degrading remarks would never come, though, because he was too busy with worshipping every single curve of her petite body from her navel and waist up to her breasts and collarbone. His kisses made her feel simultaneously hot and shivery because his lips and teeth literally toyed with her skin as he sucked on the sensitive spots, grazed them and bit them in order to mark his conquest.
Moans barged out of her mouth when his tongue joined the action, flicking over her hardened and delicate nipples. When he nestled in the crook of her neck, deliciously drinking on the sweet spot just below her ear, she caught his hair between her fingers to keep him in place because no matter how he had learned it, he could do marvellous things with his mouth.
But without knowing how since she didn't register that he would change his position, his hand was suddenly inside her pants, swiftly pushing her underwear to the side so he could touch her folds that were aching for such a contact. Her moan was exceptionally loud in that moment because finally feel any part of him touching her so intimately was overwhelming and deeply arousing.
His finger swiped through her slit back and forth, collecting the pooling wetness between her legs and she could just whimper helplessly while he watched her lust-filled face. "Hmm, is that all for me?" He wondered with a self-satisfied smirk as if he wasn't getting her all hot and bothered for the past few minutes.
She punched guys for less and yet, she couldn't bring herself to do it when it came to him since her climax was at his mercy. Instead, she just nodded to confirm that she was so wet only for him and threw her head back in ecstasy when he stuck his finger inside her and curled it. Not wasting his time, he promptly added another finger and curled both, drawing more moisture out of her.
To be frank, if she was provided with the friction she so damn needed, she would already come the moment his fingers started to prod her pussy. "Kylo…" she moaned his name, begging him to allow her to rock her hips and not to be still as he evidently insisted, judging by the firm grip on her waist he applied with his other hand.
"Aw," he gushed sympathetically over her imploring gaze, licking his lips, "you're holding out too long, I know."
Nodding ardently, she pressed her pelvis further down, into the mattress, hoping that he would give her what she so obviously was begging for, but she was left speechless when she saw him sitting on his knees instead. His hands abandoned her body completely and before she could start swearing and kick him, he simply took the waistband of her cargo pants and pulled it over her backside.
When she finally understood what his intention was, she was obedient like a little puppy, lifting her right leg and then her left leg in order to facilitate for him stripping her off of the remaining clothes. If getting naked was what he wanted so he could deliver the orgasm she could no longer delay, then she could wait a couple of more seconds, her insides trembling with overwhelming anticipation.
With her underwear gone, she spread her legs further apart with one of her knees bent to provide his fingers a better access. However, what she thought would come, never did, and yet she found no reason to complain. It began with his lips touching the inner sides of her thighs, continued with kisses all over her belly while his hands firmly gripped her hips and finished with his unbridled tongue inside her pussy.
In that moment, she screamed. Who needed a friction when she had his tongue?
All he needed were three licks and she shattered over his tongue in an embarrassingly good orgasm that made her feel as if she was floating. She was too small to be able to reach for his head so she buried her fingers into her own hair instead as if she was afraid her head would explode due to the release of the pent-up tension, moaning lewdly and loudly, adding a few swear words into the mix.
She supposed many factors were in effect to make her feel that way – her newly found Force sensitivity, sex with a stranger, the connection they undeniably shared from the very start or that he was really, really good in bed among many others. But she had to admit that the amount of pleasure she had experienced was second to none. No man in her life had ever made her feel so gratified.
Maybe it was also given by the fact that he kept gobbling her, his tongue incessantly moving down there to drink her up as if she was a fountain full of mythical ambrosia, as she realized once she came down from her high. Not only his skilful tongue prolonged her climax to the point her body felt like boneless but it also managed to start building another, even more powerful one.
But as if he was aware of the power he had over her, he suddenly withdrew his mouth from her pussy and straightened his back, winking at her cheekily. Woozy, she reached out for him in the desire to kiss him and reward him for giving her such pleasure but without success. He just swatted away her hand and stood up from the bed as if he wanted to leave.
Her eyes began to shine with excitement, though, when she saw that he just wanted to discard the rest of his clothes, throwing away his pants and his underwear to free his throbbing erection from the tight imprisonment. She caught herself drooling at the sheer thought that she would soon feel his big manhood inside her, filling her in and – if possible – splitting her in half.
But she also knew that payback possessed certain charm so she shook off the rest of the daze clouding her mind and swiftly moved over to him, sitting on her knees. Her hand wrapped around the base of his cock before he could lift his leg to join her back on the bed, drawing a groan out of him. Yet, his reflexes worked the desired way and he immediately stilled her hand before she could do anything else.
"Let's take it slowly, remember?" She smiled up at him innocently when he threw her a questioning glance, unable to say a single comprehensible word.
Sure, she couldn't wait for him to be inside her and experience a wave after a wave of bliss, but all she wanted was to tease him a little bit because the award for endurance was definitely worth it. He had said that he wanted this to last and she just followed suit because she knew for certain that once their bodies intertwined in a lovers' embrace, the round one would be over soon.
He looked sceptical but released her hand and hissed when she ran her nails up to the tip of his manhood and then back down as if she tested how hard he was. "This… is… NOT… helping." He grunted, his nails digging into his palms to keep it together and prevent himself from pushing her down on the mattress to fuck her senseless.
She only smiled mischievously and swapped her fingers for the tongue, licking him all the way up and back down slowly and suggestively. He tasted both sweet and salty and she revelled in his impassioned groan as he lifted his trembling fists to his head, trying to keep it in and not to go off. Eventually, he gave in and interweaved her hair with his fingers, holding her head in place while she sucked on the tip of his cock.
Since she knew that she wasn't able to accommodate him in the current situation, she didn't try to swallow him and give him a proper blowjob, but she still found ways how to stimulate him. Whenever her mouth climbed to the top, her nails tapped the bottom half of his dick and toyed with his balls, and when her mouth descended back down, her fingers pinched the sensitive skin in the upper half, overwhelming him by the sweet pain.
This went on for long minutes until he knew that he couldn't take it anymore, his knees buckling while his insides blazed with fire. "Please…" He begged when he grabbed her wrists to stop her, her mouth releasing his dick with a pop – yet another sound that would remain forever lodged in his brain.
Desirously, she looked up at him, apparently satisfied with the results of her work since his manhood pulsated and the swollen veins sprouted all over. She had no objections to move to the next step because she had him where she wanted him to be, and if she were to be honest, she almost came only from his moans alone, his guttural groans ranking among the sexiest sounds she had ever heard.
Their mouths fusing in a kiss, she moved back on the bed as he began to lay her down, parting her legs for him to settle between them and finally take her. From this moment on, it didn't matter to her whether they would take it slowly or quickly, she just wanted him feel him everywhere – his dick moving inside her, his hands roaming all over her body, his mouth kissing her, licking her and sucking her.
But he clearly had his own plans how to split her in half with bliss. Instead of joining her, laying his body to cover hers, he remained kneeling on the mattress, ceasing their kiss. His hands decisively grasped her calves as he drew her back closer to him, lifting her backside and her hips up in the air. Then he wrapped her legs around his waist to tilt her pelvis towards his crotch.
"Cross your ankles." He requested hoarsely, the tip of his erected manhood already brushing against her entrance.
Her mind already blanked from the barely minimal contact, she did as he had asked and employed her thigh and calf muscles to tightly embrace his middle. He used the exact same moment to thrust forward and his cock unceremoniously penetrated her wet pussy, making her cry out in ecstasy. He was deep inside her, deeper than anyone had ever been and she loved it.
The feeling of her inner walls allowing him to slide in so effortlessly was almost too much to handle but he managed to hold it in, his trembling hands supporting her on her thighs. Pushing his own legs further apart to reinforce his kneeling position, he thrust into her again, enchanted by the wave her body performed as she arched her back and moaned loudly.
"This feels… so good." She sighed blissfully, sticking her finger inside her mouth temptingly when she looked up at him.
She noticed his fascinated look immediately, so she decided to titillate him even more. Wetting her finger profusely, she skimmed it down her mouth across her throat to the swell of her breasts. As if to encourage her to touch herself, he roughly thrust into her three times until she did what he wanted and circled the finger around her boob all around until she reached her nipple.
Repeating the same action with her other boob, she appreciated the slow, steady pace he had set in the meantime with a couple of moans. Her trail didn't end there, though, and she drew her fingers down her body towards her filled pussy, collecting what she could from her wetness to spread it on her skin, revelling in the guttural groans it was eliciting from his mouth.
Since she was anchored against him well enough, meeting his thrusts, he stopped supporting her and leaned forward, placing his hands on the either side of her body. That way, his thrusts became deeper and harder but still slow and gentle, allowing him to stabilize their frequency and improve the synchronization of their bodies as they rocked against each other.
Seeing her squirming beneath him, he could sense that she was close so he lifted his right hand and found her clit. "Come on, come for me." He demanded her release with an intentionally rough rub of his right thumb over the hypersensitive bundle of nerves.
To be honest, she had the feeling that she had already come at least twice since he had been inside her because when he started to rub her clit, it felt as a new and fresh attempt to build yet another orgasm. And perhaps it was true because he simply didn't give her the chance to properly ride it out, moving within her vigorously, and yet she didn't mind it whatsoever, allowing herself to be carried away by the pleasure.
After all, his technique was work of a genius as he learned to read the signals of her body to match her tempo. The faster he rubbed on her clit, the faster her thrusts became and his, as well. When he slowed down his rubs, making them more intensive and thorough, she imitated his actions through the movement of her hips and he adjusted his own thrust according to hers.
They climbed the peak together in a wonderful and delicious harmony until she decided to leap and shatter because she couldn't take it anymore. This time, he let her to fully enjoy it, leaning forward so he could kiss her body and suck on her skin while her inner muscles convulsed around his shaft and her nails dug into his shoulders she reached for in order to hold onto something.
She felt hot and sweaty but in the good, pleasant way as the waves of pleasure kept ceaselessly flooding her. Her voice cracked multiple times as she let out sighs and moans in turns maybe because he kept thrusting into her but very softly and gently, hitting the sweet spot inside her in the right moment to make her feel as if she was coming all over again.
The embrace of her legs naturally eased and it gave him enough freedom to perform a few powerful thrusts, collapsing on top of her as he reached his own climax. He moaned uncontrollably in delight, savouring the beautiful and addicting warm feeling pervading every single fibre of his body from head to toe, making his skin extremely sensitive to any kind of touch.
Therefore why he realized that he must have been smothering her with his body since his build wasn't easy to accommodate, especially with such a tiny body as hers. Her arms that embraced him tightly, though, didn't allow him to pull away as she pressed him back to her. "It's okay. I got you." She whispered into his ear soothingly while she caressed him.
He calmed down and settled against her comfortably to enjoy the remaining particles of pleasure inside his body while their fluids messily mingled together. However, neither he, nor she cared about that right now. They just lay together in bed, trying to even their breathing, their bodies still trembling in the aftermath of the arid and passionate love-making.
Eventually, he could tell that his weight was too much for her so he untangled himself from her and lay down next to her, running his hand over the naked curve of her side as she turned to face him. He saw that she liked his touch and didn't protest when she also started to use her hands to appreciate the various lines on his figure, sealing his fate with a mind-blowing, slow kiss.
"Next round?" She asked him when she straddled him all of a sudden, stretching like a cat to whet his appetite.
His bewildered look changed into one of delight when she started to rub herself over him. "You're killing me." He confessed but did nothing to stop her.
She chuckled cheekily and moistened her lips lusciously as she leaned towards him to look him in the eye while her hand began to stroke his cock. "Since we have already taken it slowly, how about taking it fast now, hmm?" She offered with a suggestive wiggle of her eyebrows, squeezing and pinching the already erected rod behind her. "I want you to fuck me rough and hard."
He didn't have to say 'your wish is my command', his insides twitching the moment she let the filthy words out of her mouth. Flinging himself at her, he tackled her down and rolled them over, taking her in an instant to fulfil her wish. Her giggles soon turned into loud, appreciative moans while his manhood pumped into her, her hips responding accordingly in the same erratic manner.
The End of Chapter 8