El Halcòn’s Rey and Poe, four weeks away from their wedding, spend their first Christmas together.
This story was developed thanks to an anonymous prompt on Tumblr: I wish you could write a fic where....Rey and Poe get down and dirty beneath a twinkling Christmas tree knowing that by next Christmas they'll be too busy with a baby for spontaneous fun like that.
Obviously, with a prompt like that, you know it's going to NC-17 Rated!
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11:23pm Christmas Eve
Alderaan, Wyoming
Deputy Poe Dameron sat in his patrol vehicle, a three-year old Chevy Tahoe, staring out into the snow as it fell lightly on the road in front of him. The weatherman had said not to expect too much accumulation, but it would be enough to give them a white Christmas. It was his first Christmas in the town he now called home, and of course he was working. He was the last one hired, so he would get the night shifts for Christmas Eve and Christmas night. It didn’t matter that in one month he would become the Sheriff’s nephew-in-law, nor did it matter that he had spent over fifteen years as a Special Agent with the Drug Enforcement Agency before moving here. In Alderaan, he was the newbie.
It was his first Christmas back in the States since his last assignment in Ajan Kloss, but he didn’t mind the fact that he had to work. He was here. He was safe. He was finally in a place he could call home.
His shift had started at 6pm, and so far, it had been very slow. This was a typical night in Alderaan County. He had only been living here for four months now, but he had learned quickly that most nights on shift were pretty slow. Breaking up fights downtown, investigating break-ins, the occasional domestic situation… it was very different than his last job. Peaceful. He had yet to draw his weapon outside of the gun range, and he loved it. He wasn’t looking over his shoulder all the time, he was sleeping better, eating better, and he was happier than he had been since he was a child. All because of one woman he had met by chance while undercover in Ajan Kloss.
Never had he imagined he would follow said woman to her home and become a part of her life and her family. He thanked God every day that he had.
He glanced at the clock. Not even midnight, yet. He had attended the 4:30 Christmas Eve mass earlier with Rey, wearing his uniform, and headed to work immediately after. His shift ended at 6am Christmas morning, and he was planning on driving to Rey’s house once he clocked out. She had promised to make breakfast for him, then he would shower and sleep until he had to get up to go with her to her aunt and uncle’s for Christmas dinner at two. Since Poe had to go back to work again at 6 that night, they were having their dinner earlier than usual so he could come. Sheriff Han Solo may be a tough boss and not one to show favoritism, but he also loved his niece and wanted to make sure she and her future husband had a good Christmas. Or it could be that his wife had strongly suggested the time change; Leia Organa never insisted her husband do anything, but Han also knew when arguing with her about one of her requests was going to be a losing battle.
Though Poe had his own apartment in town, he had followed the routine of going to Rey’s to sleep after working night shifts before. Her house would become his after they married, and he was already starting to consider it home. He was a bit nervous about staying this time, however. Every other time he had stayed over, she had gone to work during the day, leaving him alone to catch up on his sleep in her bed. Tomorrow, being Christmas, Rey would not be working.
He and Rey had done their best to remain chaste since they had started marriage preparation with Father Craig, as was expected of them in the Catholic tradition, but they had… slipped… a few times. They had learned to not spend too much time alone together, avoiding temptation, so they spent a lot of their free time with Rose and Finn, using the young married couple as chaperones.
But Rose and Finn would not be at Rey’s house Christmas morning.
“Deputy Dameron?” a voice suddenly sounded over his radio. “Do you copy?”
Larma D’Acy was the overnight dispatch operator most nights, and Poe had gotten used to her teasing him about the ‘Deputy Dameron,’ but at the moment her voice sounded serious.
He picked up the handset. “I’m here, Larma. What do you got?”
“There’s a problem at The Outlander,” she told him. “Rainie called 911 and sounded scared. Said some guy was being dangerous.”
Poe frowned. “Is Zeb not on tonight?” Zeb was The Outlander’s bouncer, and he was formidable. The only man Poe had ever met that could give the big Lakota man any competition was Chewy, Maz’ bodyguard down in Ajara.
“He’s there,” Larma confirmed. “But Rainie said he had been knocked out!”
“Shit,” Poe mumbled as he shifted the cruiser into drive, glad he had had the engine running to keep the heat on. “On my way.”
It took him less than ten minutes to get from where he had been pulled over on the highway to the bar just outside the city limits of Alderaan. As he pulled up to the front doors, two men rushed out, immediately flagging him down. Poe jumped out of the SUV as one of the men shouted, “He’s got a gun! He’s crazy!”
Poe drew his weapon as he skipped up the stairs onto the porch that surrounded the building, then pushed himself inside carefully. Immediately, he noticed Zeb lying on the floor not too far from him on the left, and Rainie, the bar’s manager, was kneeling next to him. He had blood on his temple but was moving. Rainie looked up as he entered, her worried eyes showing only minor relief as she recognized him. He was still mostly unknown to the residents here, and very few people knew his background.
Poe looked across the room where an unfamiliar man with longish light brown hair and several days growth of beard was trying to get Sammy, one of the waitresses, to dance with him. When Poe stepped further into the room and the man noticed him, he pulled Sammy up close and brought his hand up around her front. He held a black Glock 19 9mm handgun, and his finger was on the trigger.
“Ah!” the stranger said. “Looks like someone called the cops!” He saluted Poe with the gun. “Hiya, copper!”
Poe’s weapon was aimed at the man, but his finger was not on the trigger. One of the many rules he’d lived by was to never put his finger on the trigger unless he intended to fire. “Why don’t you let Sammy go and you and I have a talk, Mister..?”
The man snorted. “I got a better idea. Why don’t you go back to whatever you were doing before you got called here, and I’ll keep dancing with this pretty little thing?” He pulled Sammy closer. The young woman grimaced, but didn’t struggle. She looked more irritated than frightened, but Poe knew she was putting on a brave face. Her desperate look at him told him just how worried she was.
Poe gave a quick glance around the room and noticed a handful of people that had yet to escape the bar like the people he had passed on the way in. They were all crouched down on the floor by the booths, watching the man warily, and Poe assumed the man had either threatened them with his gun, or had already fired it sometime before Poe had arrived.
“Hey, dude,” Poe said conversationally. “How about you put away your gun and let these people go about their Christmas Eve without any hassle, huh?”
“I’m sure you’d like that, wouldn’t you?” the man argued. “I put away my gun, you shoot me anyway, then the whole country will complain about yet another cop using unnecessary force on an unarmed man.” He leered at Poe, but Poe couldn’t decide if he was drunk, high, or just crazy. Or all three.
Poe grimaced. As if he wasn’t very aware of the bad reputation law enforcement had in this country these days. He took a deep breath and holstered his weapon, ignoring the huff of surprise from Rainie behind him. He held up his hand. “Okay, what do you want to do?” he asked the man. “I’m not leaving until I know these people are safe. So, tell me what you want to do?”
The man grinned, then shoved Sammy away from him, tucking his gun into his belt at the small of his back. The action almost made Poe roll his eyes; no sane person who knew weapons would do that. But he maintained his focus on the man, watching him intently. The guy reached down, eyeing Poe carefully, and pulled a knife from his boot. “Let’s dance,” the man said menacingly.
“Fuck,” Poe said under his breath, then he sighed and reached behind his right hip, where a sheath was attached to his belt, and pulled out his own knife.
******
6:16am
Christmas Day
Rey Skywalker paced back and forth in her kitchen, worrying the nail of her thumb with her teeth. She glanced at the clock, knowing she needed to stop fretting. Poe’s shift may end at 6, but it was still a 20-minute drive from town to her place, and there was no guarantee he had gotten off on time. But because she knew what had taken place earlier, she was on edge, even though she had been reassured more than once that he was fine.
It was the first time since he started working for the Alderaan County Sheriff’s Department he had dealt with such violence, and it unnerved her.
She had woken shortly after midnight to a text from her fiancé:
had to deal with a guy with a knife at the outlander tonight. i’m okay. i wanted you to know before you heard about it elsewhere. i’ll see you in the morning. love you!
Less than fifteen minutes later, her uncle called and told her the details. He also said that Poe was fine, the perp was in jail, and while Zeb had a minor concussion, no one else had gotten hurt.
Still, Rey didn’t think she would settle until she saw Poe with her own eyes.
6:26am
Rey heard the sound of boots on the steps of her front deck, and soon after Poe Dameron pushed his way through the front door, bringing chill air that competed with the warmth from her gas fireplace and the smell of snow. It was still dark outside, but Rey knew it had been snowing all night, and there were already several inches more on the ground than had been forecasted.
Poe eyed her as he stomped his feet on the doormat, undoing the department issued scarf and pulling off the uniform coat with the Sheriff’s Department’s emblem on the shoulder. As he worked to untie his boots, Rey turned and started pulling out what she would need to make pancakes and sausage for breakfast, her heart racing.
Neither of them spoke.
Finally, he made his way across the living room, moving almost silently on his socked feet. But Rey knew when he was close. She turned suddenly and threw herself at him, wrapping her arms around his neck and holding him tight. His arms came around her without hesitation and he squeezed her back firmly. For a long moment, they just held each other.
Finally, he spoke. “This isn’t gonna work if you keep getting stressed whenever my job takes a turn like this, you know.” His voice was quiet, but firm.
She nodded and pulled back, meeting his eyes. “I know,” she agreed. “I promise I won’t be like this all the time. I think it’s just because this is the first time since you’ve been here you’ve had to do something like this.” She paused. “Like you used to.”
He nodded and took her hands in his. “But it’s going to be so uncommon here, you know that,” he told her. “And you also know I can handle myself just fine.”
“He drew a knife on you?” she asked, wanting to hear from him what happened.
Poe nodded. “I don’t think he expected me to draw my own.” He was smirking.
She cocked her head. “Don’t tell me you enjoyed it?”
“I enjoyed taking him down,” Poe said, his look intense. “Because he pissed me off. He hurt Zeb and he scared plenty of others. I wasn’t going to let him hurt anyone else.”
She sighed and shook her head. “You’re already so protective of everyone here.”
“Is that a bad thing?”
“No,” she assured him immediately. “No, it’s not.” She sighed again. “Let me get breakfast started. Why don’t you take a shower and warm up. Your hands are cold!” She turned and headed back to the kitchen.
As Poe moved toward the hall that led to the bedrooms and bath, Rey called out. “Are you sure you’re not hurt? He didn’t nick you or anything?”
He smiled and looked back. “You want to doctor me or something?” He laughed as she rolled her eyes. “Not a scratch,” he assured her.
“How about the other guy?” she couldn’t help but ask.
“No scratch on him, either,” Poe said. Then he winked. “But he does have a broken wrist.”
*****
6:50am
Christmas Day
Poe walked out of the hall into the living room to the wonderful aroma of the breakfast that Rey was making. His stomach growled immediately. He moved toward the small table set in the area in front of the sliding doors that led to the back yard and sat down, watching as Rey brought the plate full of breakfast sausage over to join the plate full of pancakes that already sat there. Two glasses with juice were already poured; Rey knew Poe didn’t want coffee after his shift, and Rey herself rarely drank it.
Four coonhounds, all rescues, lazed about the living room, watching them with hopeful eyes. They had learned not to enter the kitchen or dining area to beg, but that didn’t mean they weren’t paying attention to their humans while they ate. Rey had turned the light off in the living area, and as she moved all the food over to the table, she turned off the kitchen light, too, leaving the small light over the table, the fireplace, and the lights on the Christmas tree as the only lights in the house.
Both he and Rey started eating.
“I probably shouldn’t have made so much,” Rey said after a while. “We need to leave room for Leia’s turkey.”
Poe snorted. “I have a feeling we’ll both be more than ready for turkey by the time we get there.” It was a running joke between them on who could eat more.
Rey looked at him, her expression serious. “Do you want to open our presents after dinner, before your shift tonight, or do you want to open them this morning?”
Poe contemplated her words for a moment. “Maybe we should wait until after dinner. You said your aunt has some presents there for us, too, right?”
Rey nodded. “And you should probably go right to bed as soon as you’re done eating,” she said, but this time she was looking down at her plate. “You need as much sleep as you can get this morning since you work again tonight.”
He tilted his head at her. “You know I can get by on only a few hours. I’m not worried about that.” He shrugged. “I’m not really tired.”
Rey finally looked at him. “You’re not?” She looked and sounded hopeful.
He finished chewing the bite of food he had taken and leaned back in his chair, looking at her curiously. “Not really. Why?”
She shrugged. “It’s our first Christmas together. It just seems strange that the only time we’ll actually be together is when we’re eating or you’re sleeping.”
He licked his lips and brought his hands up, lacing his fingers together and resting his chin on them. “What would you rather we be doing?” His voice had gotten deeper without him consciously thinking about it.
She bit her lower lip and he felt his body clench. Blood was already heading south.
“Well, we’ve already decided that we’re going to try for a baby right away, right?” she asked, her eyes glowing. “By Christmas next year, we’ll either have a little one, or I’ll be pregnant.”
He nodded slowly. “If we’re lucky.”
“Soooo,” she drew out the word as she began to fiddle with her fork. “We might not have the opportunity to do something I’ve always fantasized about doing.”
“Which is?”
She looked him in the eye. “Make love by the light of the Christmas tree.”
He took a deep breath. “Rey…”
“I know, we shouldn’t be talking about that,” she interrupted him. “But Poe, it’s Christmas!”
He couldn’t help but laugh at the little whine in her voice. “And that makes a difference, huh?” He took a deep breath. “We only have four more weeks to go until the wedding,” he reminded her. “We can hold out a little longer.”
“But it’s Christmas!”
He laughed again. “How long have you been thinking about this?”
“Honestly?” she said, grinning. “Since we put the tree up. But I didn’t really think about it seriously until your text this morning.” She sighed. “I know we should be good and wait, but it’s not like I’m a virgin, thanks to you,” she added. “And life is so short.”
He watched her for a moment, taking in the soft violet colored robe she was wearing and the pink and blue fuzzy socks he knew were on her feet and knowing all she had on underneath was one of the little silky camisoles she liked to sleep in and a pair of cotton bikini panties. He wondered what color they were.
“Do you have any condoms left?” he asked softly.
Her eyes lit up, but then a mischievous smile appeared on her lips. “A couple,” she said, her voice husky. “But I don’t want to use them.”
He felt his eyes widen and his heart started thudding. “Rey?”
“Four weeks, Poe,” she said. “If it happens now, no one is going to care if the baby is a little early.”
He blew out a breath, then cleared his throat. “I’ve never…” he started. “I’ve never gone without.”
“Funny,” she responded. “Neither have I.”
Poe laughed. Of course, she hadn’t. She’d only ever been with him. “You’re cute,” he told her with a grin.
“I know,” she giggled, then she stood and reached for the switch for the light above the table. “We can do dishes later,” she told him as the light went off, leaving only the glow from the fireplace and the tree to see by. The sun would be up soon, but with the heavy cloud cover it was doubtful it would get much lighter in here.
And he had to admit, it was a very romantic setting.
“Sex under the Christmas tree, huh?” he asked, the humor in his voice competing with the desire that was spiking through him.
She stepped toward the living room, slipping her socks off as she went, and then turned toward him, untying the belt of her robe seductively. “Are you in?” The robe slid off her shoulders and dropped to the floor, exposing her perfect body covered only by a royal blue cami and panties.
Blue panties.
“Oh, yeah,” he said huskily. “I’m all in.”
******
7:04am
Christmas Day
Rey saw the intensity in Poe’s face, even in the dim light of the room, and she felt a surge of nervous anticipation flow through her. She was still inexperienced when it came to sex. Poe had been her first lover, after all. They had had their first night together in Ajan Kloss, and then one night and most of the next day when he had first come to Alderaan, but then life had interfered.
Poe had to start training for his new job and look for an apartment, and Rey had to prepare for her next semester of teaching. They had also started marriage prep classes with Father Craig, whose expression every time he saw them was easily understood: “I know you both are having sex, but please try and pretend you aren’t until after you are married.”
Since their reunion, they had not shared a bed, and the few dalliances they had were quickies. In fact, two hadn’t even included intercourse, with Poe stealing her away to a storage room in the building she taught on campus and getting her off on his fingers.
Sex was still new and exciting for her, and this man made her feel insatiable. Despite her fantasy of them under the tree, she had been determined to wait until their wedding night, but his experience with the armed man in the Outlander had changed her mind. She knew he had survived much worse in his years undercover with the DEA, and she had seen first hand how he had lived while pretending to be Josè Dominguez, but the idea that anything bad could happen to take away their future together terrified her. Whether it be a crazy man with a knife or a drunk driver on the highway, tomorrow was never guaranteed, and Rey didn’t want to wait any longer to show her absolute love and trust in this man she already considered her lifelong partner.
God would understand.
She watched Poe as he moved over to the couch and grabbed up the two soft afghan blankets that lay over the back, tugging the corner of one out from under the body of one of the dogs, then he carried them past her to the Christmas tree, which sat next to the fireplace. As he lay them on the floor next to the tree, he looked at her. “Maybe we should get some towels, too. If we’re not using protection, it’s gonna get messy.”
Rey felt a shiver run up her spine. Oh, she hoped so. “They’ll wash,” she said huskily, motioning toward the blankets.
He nodded and stepped up to her, his dark eyes unreadable. He reached out and fingered the ring hanging around her neck for a moment, his mother’s ring. Then suddenly, he brought his arms around her and literally swept her off of her feet. She squealed and laughed out loud as he spun around and walked her over to the blankets. She held onto his shoulders as he carefully kneeled with her cradled against his chest, and gently lowered her onto the blankets. The strength needed to do that amazed her; he may have reached his 40’s, but he was still as strong and fit as a man half his age.
After Rey was settled, lying on her back on the blankets, Poe straightened up. He eyed her for a moment, then pulled the sweatshirt he had put on after his shower off over his head, mussing his hair just perfectly. She smiled, then caught her lower lip with her teeth, slowly letting it go. His eyes watched the action, and the corner of his mouth curled up. He shuffled over, still on his knees, until he was between Rey’s legs. He slid his hands slowly up along the inside of her bent knees, then continued up her thighs, his thumbs pressing into her skin slightly, encouraging her to spread her legs more. She did so with a shuddering sigh.
One of his hands moved to her center, still covered by her panties, which were already becoming slick with her arousal. His fingers ran gently along the material and her hips arched up almost instinctively. He uttered a deep hum. “So needy,” he said softly. “So desperate.”
Rey couldn’t help but whine at his words. He knew exactly what to say to push her buttons. She wiggled her hips, begging for more. More of his touch. More of his words. She didn’t care. Just more.
He obliged by letting his fingers slide up under the material of her panties, running them along the seam of her pussy, gently sliding just the tips along the edges of her opening. She felt a gush of wetness flow out to meet his fingers and she gasped. “Oh, God, Poe!”
He hummed again, a small smile playing on his lips now. “I will never get over how responsive you are,” he murmured. “You are so damn sexy.”
She arched her hips up against his hand once more. “Please, Poe,” she cried softly.
“Please, what, Angel?” he asked.
“More!”
He chuckled, low and arousing, then he brought both his hands up to the waistband of her panties, quickly pulling them down off her hips. She brought her knees together as he backed up a bit, just enough to pull her underwear off completely, then she spread them open wantonly once more.
Instead of moving in closer to her again, he dropped himself down to the floor so that his face was even with her now bared center. Rey felt her breath catch. The very first time he had made love to her had been with his mouth, and he had done so three other times afterward, but he hadn’t gone down on her since their reunion sex four months ago. While Rey obviously did not have any experience beyond what he had done, she was quite sure he would have won medals in cunnilingus if they gave them out. Her heart started racing once more as her anticipation grew.
His fingers touched her first, as he used two of them to gently pull the lips of her pussy open on one side, but then his mouth was there, his tongue delving deep into her folds. She cried out, the feelings surging through her impossible to control. “Awwwww… yeah!” she cried, wriggling her hips gently. He began to kiss her in earnest, using his lips as well as his tongue, moaning as he did so, as if he was enjoying it as much as she.
“Fuck,” he mumbled. “I forgot how fucking good you taste. How the hell do you taste like this?”
His question was obviously rhetorical, but Rey responded by grasping his hair in her hand. When he had come to Alderaan, he had cut his longish hair into a sexy undercut that had since grown just enough to show off his natural curls once more. She let her fingers run through it, then gripped it as his mouth once more made her see stars. She arched her hips up high, and he brought both of his hands up around her thighs, lacing his fingers over her belly and holding her down. She whined in protest and tried to push her hips up against his hold.
“Be a good girl, Rey,” he admonished roughly against her cunt.
His words sent a shock of arousal through her. Holy shit!
He lifted his head and looked at her, having felt the jolt that ran through her body at his words. “You like that, huh?” he asked, a sly smile appearing on his shiny lips. “You like being called a good girl?”
Rey grunted and nodded, not trusting herself to speak.
“Well then,” he continued. “Show me what a good girl you are and let me finish eating you out. I want to see how many times I can make you come this morning.”
Rey wailed softly and dropped her head down to the floor. “Oh, God!” she gasped. She squeezed her eyes shut as he attacked her pussy again, his nose intentionally rubbing on her clit. “Poe!!!!!” She felt her whole body spasm without any warning. Just his fricking words and a touch on her clit had been enough to set her off.
As she began to come down, she heard Poe laughing. When she opened her eyes, she saw him sitting up on his knees again, wiping his smiling face with both hands. “That was fucking beautiful,” he told her. “One,” he added, reminding her that he was counting her orgasms.
He shifted himself forward. “Now, my good girl said she doesn’t want a condom,” he said, his voice almost conversational as he pulled down the front of his sweatpants, exposing his fully aroused cock. “Which means she must want to be bred.” His eyes were glowing in the soft light of the Christmas tree. “Is that what you want?” he continued. “You want me to put a baby in you?”
Her breathing was quickening again. “Oh, God, yes!” she gasped. “Please, Poe. Fill me up!”
He closed his eyes at her words, then let out a soft growl. He grabbed her thighs and pushed them up toward her body, essentially folding her in half. As he did so, he slid into her soaking cunt without any resistance. He braced his knees on the floor right alongside her buttocks and placed his hands on the floor on either side of her, holding her thighs in place, her feet dangling uselessly in the air. She was panting, the position strange but not uncomfortable. He was so deep!
“You good?” he asked, his own breathing rough.
“Fuck, yeah,” she whispered.
He smiled at her words. She rarely swore. “Good girl,” he whispered back, and once more those words caused her body to react unconsciously. She arched her back as much as she could in this confined position.
“Poe!” she cried. “Please fuck me!”
And he did. He began to piston his hips firmly, sliding his cock in and out of her, grunting and groaning as he talked to her. “That’s it. Take it. So fucking tight like this. So deep. You’re gonna take it all, aren’t you? Can you feel me. God, I can feel you, Angel. Every inch of your cunt is holding me so tight. So wet. That’s my good girl!”
And she could feel him. It felt so different than when he used a condom. She felt the head of his shaft better as it rubbed against her interior walls. She swore she could feel his veins sliding inside her. He felt hotter. He felt amazing. “Yes, yes, yes,” she chanted as he continued to talk her through it, his thrusts getting faster. “Oh, God, please!” Her body seized up again. Her hands, which had been gripping the blanket underneath her tightly, reached up to grab his upper arms, her fingernails digging into the muscles of his biceps. Her vision blurred as she came, and she closed her eyes tightly once more, only vaguely aware that he had stopped moving.
When she felt herself become alert again, she opened her eyes, suddenly disappointed that she had apparently missed his ejaculation; she had wanted so much to feel it. She licked her lips and looked up at him as he hovered above her. He was smiling again.
“Two,” he whispered, then he backed away from her, letting her legs down and sliding out of her sensitive pussy. He was still as hard as a rock; he hadn’t come.
He sat back, pulling his sweatpants off completely, then looked over at her. “Take off your top,” he demanded. “Or do you need help?”
Her stubborn independence took over. As exhausted and lethargic as she felt, she was not going to let him boss her around. Even if it did kind of excite her. She sat up just enough to pull off the cami, then she dropped back down, tossing it aside. She licked her lips, then noticed how he was watching her. He suddenly jumped up and headed for the kitchen.
“Hey!” she called out, both confused and on the verge of laughing. “You haven’t finished what I asked you to do, Mister!”
She heard him laugh as he grabbed a glass and filled it with water from the sink. He took a long drink, then filled it again. As he walked back toward her, his penis leading the way, he grinned. “I’m getting there.” He dropped back down to his knees and handed her the glass. “Drink.”
She sat up all the way, feeling one of his hands supporting her back, taking the glass and drinking almost the whole thing. Good Lord, she was thirsty! He took the almost empty glass back and set it off to the side. One of the dogs slid off the couch to sniff it. “Leave it, Bullet,” he said, and the dog glanced at them. The Redbone coonhound almost seemed to roll his eyes before climbing back onto the couch. Poe looked back at Rey. “Now, where were we?”
She laid back down, the smile that Bullet’s actions had brought on sliding into a smirk. She opened her legs. Her weeping cunt was so sensitive, but there was no way she wasn’t finishing this.
Rather than grab her thighs as he had before, Poe simply lowered himself down and let himself slide up her body, kissing her here and there as he went. He curled his hands under her shoulders and began to kiss her lips. She could feel his cock nudging her center and she jumped a bit. He pulled back and looked at her. “Do you want me to stop?” he whispered.
He was fully aroused and ready to blow, but she knew without a shadow of a doubt that he would stop if she told him to. She swallowed and licked her lips, then shook her head. “No.”
He nodded slowly, his nose rubbing up against hers. “Then you decide when to let me back in,” he told her. He began kissing her again. Her lips, her cheek, her nose.
She reached between them and grabbed his cock. He was still slick with her juices, and still so very hard. It would hurt, she knew. She was over stimulated. But she wanted him too much to care. She directed him to her center, lined him up, and felt him push in.
As she expected, it stung as he entered her, but once he was seated fully in her once more the pain eased, and the amazing fullness that she loved took over. “Yesssss,” she hissed.
“Are you good?” he said, his voice tight. Checking in again.
She met his dark gaze with her own and smiled. “I’m very good.” Taking a deep breath, she lifted her legs and wrapped them around his waist. “Now give me that baby.”
He laughed softly. “Yes, ma’am.” Slowly, he began to thrust.
Rey thought the pain would come back, but it didn’t. The pleasure, however, was as strong as ever, and she felt her hips rock in time with his. Their breathing became heavier, their groans stronger. He continued to kiss her. Her neck, her ear, her eyebrow. Always coming back to her mouth, moaning as his tongue clashed with hers. Their rocking became faster. Rougher. Her pants became whines. His groans became grunts.
She brought one of her hands up behind his head, her fingers tangling with his sweaty hair. Her other hand held on to his shoulder, her fingernails digging into him once more.
“Touch yourself,” he demanded harshly. “I want you to come with me!”
Her hand left his shoulder and slipped between them. Her fingers began to rub her clit as his pelvis continued to slam into her. “Ugh! Poe!”
“Look at me!”
She had closed her eyes at the intensity of the sensations, but she opened them at his command. He was staring down at her, his expression almost severe. His thrusts became irregular, his expression desperate.
“Rey?” he gasped.
“Come in me!” she cried. “Now!”
With a shout, he did, his whole body seizing up as he pumped his seed into her. She felt it, hot and tingly, and her own body responded with another orgasm. Her legs tightened around him as she felt her eyes roll back, a gasping moan emanating from her mouth.
Poe’s body sank down on top of her, but somehow, he found just enough strength to keep himself from collapsing. His face was buried in her neck, his nose nuzzling the sweaty hair that was sticking to her skin. His breathing was rough. But then, so was hers. She began to smooth her hands over his shoulders, and carefully she unwrapped her trembling legs from around him, letting them fall to the floor.
“Shit,” she heard Poe whisper against her skin. “I’m never wearing a condom again.”
She gasped out a laugh, which in turn caused her cunt to squeeze where he was still buried inside her.
“Oooof,” he huffed, then carefully pulled out, pushing himself up on his elbows as he did so. They both looked down. His cock had a ring of white around the base, and Rey felt a bit of his come slip out of her. “Messy,” he said, a hint of laughter in his voice. “Told you.”
She smiled up at him and he looked back at her. “Three,” he muttered.
She giggled.
He lowered his head and nuzzled her nose with his own, then he pushed himself up and off of her. “I think I may be able to sleep now.” He reached down as she reached up. He grasped her hands and gently pulled her onto her feet. “But first I’m going to draw you a bath.”
“Mmmmmm,” she hummed as they stood, still holding onto each other. “That sounds wonderful. But only if you’ll join me.”
“I’ll have to,” he told her with a quirk of his eyebrow. “If I don’t get cleaned up, your uncle is gonna smell you on me and I’m gonna have to deal with his deadly glare all afternoon.”
Rey laughed. “It won’t matter,” she told him as they moved toward the bathroom. “Aunt Leia will know from just looking at me.” Poe looked at her questioningly. “She always knows,” Rey explained. “She gives me this conspiratorial look and says, ‘you seem so relaxed today.’ It’s spooky.”
Poe laughed. “Well, she’s not my boss, so I’m not worried about her.”
“Yeah, well she’s the boss of your boss, so as long as we keep her happy…”
“I didn’t think she’d been mayor for well over a year?”
“Oh, it has nothing to do with her being mayor.”
Poe laughed again as he turned to her. “I love you.”
She smiled. “I love you, too, mi Halcòn. Merry Christmas.”
“Best Christmas ever.”
THE END
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