Sun and Surf

Poe loves to take care of Rey

A very short fluffy smut piece for Loki-Hargreeves July Challenge. Prompt: Aftercare NC-17!

It wasn’t really a vacation, Rey told herself. It didn’t matter that Leia rarely let her leave Ajan Kloss, but that the Settelan’s had specifically requested to speak to ‘the Jedi,’ so Rey got to visit this amazing planet. It didn’t matter that the meeting had been short but fruitful, and that she and her companion/guardian had been invited to stay the night and enjoy the beach that afternoon. It didn’t matter that Rey had enjoyed that beach with her favorite person in the galaxy, the man who made her want to get up every morning, who made her want to defeat the First Order ASAP if only so she could finally start thinking about a happily ever after with him.

Poe Dameron.

When Leia had grudgingly let Rey leave the ‘safety’ of Ajan Kloss to visit Settelan, she had insisted Poe go with her. “I know you know she can take care of herself,” Rey had overheard the Commander tell the General.

“Of course I do,” Leia had responded. “But it’s always good to have someone to watch your back, and you two have definitely formed a bond built on trust these past months. Plus, I have hopes you’ll keep her from doing anything reckless.”

There had been a long silence. “How well do you know me?” Poe had snarked.

But the meeting had gone well and the afternoon spent on the beach had been blissful.

Rey had never worn a bathing suit before. In fact, she had never gone in public showing as much skin as she had that day. But it had been a private beach, and she and Poe had been the only ones on it. The house where the Prime Minister lived was overlooking the stretch of white sand and surf, however, so Rey still felt exposed. She spent most of the time in the water, doing her best to make Poe laugh. And he did laugh. In between his intense looks as he surveyed her bare skin. She couldn’t be mad at him. Not when she spent a significant part of the afternoon staring at his bare torso and legs, too.

Getting redressed for a formal dinner before retiring to their room had been a test of patience and self-control, but now, finally, they were alone. And Rey was more than happy to be naked and on her back, feet in the air as Poe pinned her down beneath him with her legs folded up, his arms hooked under her knees, his cock buried deep inside her.

He had gone down on her first, and she had almost come twice now. But the moof milker had pulled back at the last second both times, leaving her to cry out in frustration. “Poe!!!!” When he had finally folded her up and pushed his steel hard cock inside her drenched pussy, she had sighed in relief. Now she would come.

But Poe had other plans. He seemed to be able to sense when she was about to reach her climax and would pull out. Rey began to get worried. If he continued to prevent her from reaching her peak, her body just may quit on her and then she wouldn’t be able to. It had happened before when he had edged her like this.

But apparently Poe had learned from his past mistakes, and when she finally began to beg him in earnest, he listened. His hard and fast thrusting brought her back up in seconds and she began keening as she felt the bubble was about to burst. “Don’t you dare stop, Dameron!” she had practically screamed.

He didn’t.

The overwhelming wave of euphoria that hit her was as strong or stronger than any orgasm she had yet had. “Oh, yes, Kuutamo! Yes!” Her vision turned black with colored flashes and her body spasmed. She knew Poe must have come inside her, but her climax was so overpowering she wasn’t really aware if he had or not. When it finally subsided, her body fell limp to the bed. Her heart was racing and she was panting hard. As she felt him move up and off of her, letting her legs fall to the bed, she began trembling. Tears filled her eyes and she felt the uncontrollable urge to cry. She put her hands up to her face, afraid of seeing Poe’s expression should he see her bawling after having sex with him.

She wasn’t sure how long it had been when she felt his hands on her shoulders. She was still shaking violently, but she lifted her upper body off the bed, the support of his hands moving to her shoulder blades as he helped her sit up. He scooched in behind her, bringing her back to his chest. He used one hand to gently pull her hands from her face, then he offered her a cup of water. “Drink, Sunshine.” She was still trembling, so he helped hold it as she sipped. When she was done, she nodded and he moved to set the cup on the nightstand. She saw him pick up a wet washcloth he had placed there, and he gently began to clean between her legs. She leaned her head back onto his shoulder, her shivering finally subsiding.

“I don’t… I don’t know what happened.”

“You’re tired from being out in the sun and surf all afternoon,” he told her softly. “Your emotions are heightened when you’re tired.” She felt his grin against her cheek. “It didn’t help that I kept you wired for… maybe a little too long.”

She shook her head. “It was worth it.” Another sharp tremor shook her body.

Poe put the washcloth down and moved up more fully onto the bed, wrapping his arms tight around her. She closed her eyes, feeling the warmth of his body seep into hers. Maybe this wasn’t a vacation, but Soelea hadn’t been, either, and she would carry some of the best memories from both places now. They might be at war, but right now she knew she was in the safest place in the galaxy: Poe Dameron’s arms.

Rey let herself sleep.

THE END