After nine years of marriage and three kids, Rey and Poe Dameron are very used to improvising when it comes to sex. Part of my El Halcòn Universe.
Damerey Creations Week - Day Eight
Prompt: Free Day/Sinful Sunday
NC-17 for explicit sexual content, including soft dom/sub, praise kink, spanking, and oral (M receiving). You have been warned.
When Rey Dameron opened her eyes, she knew she wasn’t in her bed. With a start, she sat up from her reclined position on the couch. She looked over at her husband, who was lying on his side next to her, his head toward her, still sleeping. Blinking the sleep out of her eyes, she reached toward the coffee table in front of her and grabbed her phone, checking the time. Ten to eleven.
It was still their anniversary.
Rey had made special plans for tonight, their ninth wedding anniversary. The kids had gone to her aunt and uncle’s for the night, something both parties always looked forward to, and Rey reserved a special meal to bring home from Redbird, Poe’s favorite restaurant in Alderaan. She had also been prepared to change into the satin and lace corset bustier set she had purchased just last week. Poe hadn’t seen the black and green lingerie, yet, and she knew exactly how he would react.
Unfortunately, the best laid plans and all that…
Yesterday, just before dinner, Poe had been called in on an emergency. A young girl had been kidnapped by a man claiming to be her father. DNA tests had proven months ago that little Megan CrowHorse was not Jacob Cuny’s daughter, but the man was obsessive and possessive. When his ex-girlfriend, Megan’s mom, had acquired a restraining order to keep him away from her and her daughter, he had reacted by stealing Megan away. As the newly elected Sheriff of Alderaan County, there was no way Poe could not be involved with the case, but even if he hadn’t been in charge, he would have done everything to help resolve the situation safely.
He and his team had spent hours yesterday evening trying to track down where Jacob had taken the child, and they finally got a lead just before three in the morning. The pair were not at the residence when they arrived, but evidence showed they had been, and that they had left on foot. Not many people would set out to track someone through the mountains at night, but Poe Dameron was one of them. In less than an hour, he and his team had tracked Jacob to a run-down old cabin in the middle of nowhere. It took another seven hours for Poe to negotiate with Jacob. Shortly after ten on that frosty morning in the Big Horn Mountains of Wyoming, Megan was allowed out the front door of the cabin, right into Poe’s open arms.
Tired, cold and hungry, the little girl was okay; though confused by the whole experience, she had never been scared of ‘uncle Jake.’ While Poe sent several of his team back down the mountain where the little girl could be reunited with her mother, Poe stayed to continue talking with Jacob. With one life saved, it was time to try and save another; he needed to ensure Jacob didn’t kill himself in his despair. By noon, Poe had succeeded in talking Jacob out of the cabin and confiscating his rifle. Poe stayed by the man’s side for another two hours as he was evaluated by mental health professionals. There was no doubt the man would face charges, but Poe wanted to make sure he got the help he needed as well.
It was almost four o’clock in the afternoon before Poe finally got home. Having been up all night, the only thing he had wanted was to sleep. Rey made him shower, then warmed up the dinner she had brought home earlier. They ate together on the couch, watching the end of a movie Rey had started watching just before he came home, and by six he was passed out asleep.
Rey had cleaned up, already making plans for the kids to stay with Han and Leia again in the near future so she and Poe could have a proper celebration. She also started thinking about next year. Next year was their tenth anniversary, and they hadn’t gone anywhere exotic since their fifth, so it would be nice to make plans now to get out of town for a while. Her mind started sorting through several tropical choices; it had to be tropical. They had met and fallen in love in a jungle, after all. Once she had showered and dressed in her sleep shirt and panties, she had sat on the couch next to her sleeping husband, scrolling through her phone, unwilling to go to bed without him.
At some point she had fallen asleep.
But now she was awake, her neck sore from the awkward position she had dozed off in. Looking at Poe once more, she wondered if she shouldn’t wake him up and get him to move to their bed. Though he was lying on his side as he normally would while sleeping, she knew the couch was a bit cramped and he would probably wake up stiff and sore, especially after last night’s hike and hours spent on his feet in the cold afterward.
She let her eyes roam the features of the man next to her, feeling her heart swell. His actions last night and earlier today had already caused local media to call him a hero. It wasn’t the first time. Though he had not been a part of this community for long, only moving to Alderaan just a few months before marrying her (five to be exact; they had decided to wait until after Christmas for the wedding), he had given these people and this land his all from day one. Having spent so much of his life on the move, living fake lives among dangerous people, he had been more than ready to settle down and grow roots. He had fallen in love with the mountains immediately, had made many friends (he and Finn had become almost inseparable), and as he had promised, set out to get Rey pregnant as soon as possible. It hadn’t taken long.
Luke Kestrel Dameron had appeared ten months after their wedding. Shara Maz Dameron came a little less than three years later, and Eyas Temmin Dameron would be celebrating his second birthday next month. Both she and Poe had decided they were done, but then they had said the same thing after Shara was born. Who knew what the future would bring?
Almost without thought, Rey reached out her hand and let her fingers tangle in Poe’s salt and pepper curls. There was more salt than pepper these days, but his hair was about the only thing that gave away his age. At almost fifty-two, her husband was just as fit and active as he had been when she first met him. When he wasn’t tracking down kidnappers through the mountains, he hiked for pleasure. He also ran almost every morning, rode horseback regularly, and had just gotten started on mountain biking with Luke. The man’s energy level made Rey often feel like she was lazy; it was exhausting just watching him sometimes.
Though the room was dark, the gas fireplace provided enough illumination for her to see Poe clearly, and she traced his face with her eyes. His mouth was slightly open in sleep and he looked so comfortable. Maybe she would just leave him here. He would probably wake on his own soon and move to the bed. But she still didn’t want to leave him.
Suddenly, he exhaled a soft moan. She came to full attention. She knew that sound. Her eyes drifted down his body and she was unsurprised to see the bulge in his sweatpants. She could see his eyes moving underneath his closed lids and new he was in the full grasp of REM sleep and dreaming. Apparently, it was a really good dream, too.
She continued to sift his hair through her fingers as she leaned over him. “Poe?” she said softly. She brought her lips to his ear and kissed it before saying, “Poe?” a little louder.
His eyes blinked open and he took a deep breath. “What time is it?”
“Not quite eleven,” she told him. “You should move to the bed before you get too stiff.”
“Uh, a little late for that,” he grumbled and shifted his hips. He wasn’t talking about his whole body.
Rey laughed softly.
He shoved himself up on his elbow. “Hey, wait? Did you say eleven?”
“Yeah.” She frowned at him. “Why?”
“It’s still our anniversary.” He looked at her out of the corner of his eye, then sat up completely, swinging his legs off the couch. “And the kids are still elsewhere.”
Ignoring the tingle his words gave her, she told him, “Poe, you need sleep.”
“I got sleep,” he argued. “Now I want something else.” He focused his intense gaze on her. “Don’t you?”
Rey bit the inside of her cheek to keep from smiling. “What were you dreaming about?” she asked after a moment.
He licked his lips, then the corner of his mouth curled up. “I was dreaming about the most amazing, beautiful, strongest woman I have ever met…” he paused. Then “giving me head.”
Rey burst out laughing. Then without waiting for him to say anything else, she slipped down off the couch, kneeling on the floor at his feet. “Well, I better do something to make you forget this woman,” she said, grinning. She spread his knees and slipped in between them.
“Hate to break it to you, but you are that woman,” Poe said with a smirk, then he put his hands on hers where they were laying on his knees. “And you don’t have to do this right now.”
“Poe, you know very well I don’t do anything I don’t want to do,” she told him. “Now lean back and relax.”
He obeyed, leaning back as she grabbed the waistband of the sweatpants he was wearing. She pulled them down just enough for his half-erect cock to spring free. The fact that he wasn’t wearing any boxers didn’t surprise her; he still preferred to go commando. She grabbed a hold of him, then looked up and met his eyes, knowing he would be watching her carefully. She moved in and began to lick his cock from the base to the tip. His quick indrawn breath was enough to encourage her to continue, so she did, sweeping her tongue all over his thick, heavy length.
She thought back to the first time she had ever done this to him. She had been so nervous, not only scared she would do it wrong, but absolutely sure she wouldn’t like it. The idea of using her mouth on a man like this had always repulsed her before she met Poe. But she knew men usually loved it and she wanted to do everything she could to make her husband feel good. He had already done so much for her, initiating her into the act of lovemaking with such patience and gentleness. She went feral whenever he went down on her, and she had been determined to return the favor.
She had never expected to love it. As with every other new thing they tried in the bedroom, he had coached her quietly and gently through it until she felt comfortable. Now, all these years later, she still enjoyed it when he took charge, but he wasn’t nearly as gentle or patient anymore. And she loved that most of all.
Rey had always been independent, strong, never one to take any kind of grief from anyone. But her husband had inadvertently revealed that she had a submission kink. It was mild. They never strayed too far into it. No ropes or other binding. No degradation. And certainly no whips or other painful ‘toys.’ But with her permission, Poe had blindfolded Rey on occasion. Directed her. Spanked her. And she loved when he talked dirty.
With three kids in the house, most of their sexual encounters were rushed and quiet. Tonight, there would be no need for either.
Rey continued to make love to Poe’s cock, letting her saliva slick him up as he hardened completely in her grasp, sucking on his tip. He used both his hands to pull her hair up and out of the way, and his still sleepy voice was husky as he encouraged her. “That’s it, baby. Suck me good. Oh, fuck, your mouth is amazing. Look how fast you get me hard as a rock. Oh, baby. You look so good on your knees, worshiping my cock.”
Suddenly, he tugged on her hair a bit. “Enough!” His voice was sharp. “Stand up.”
He let go of her hair as she stood on shaky legs in front of him, wiping the drool from her mouth. She had tasted his precum just before his demand, so she knew he was ready to fuck her.
“Take it off,” he said, his own breathing heavy.
Rey pulled off her sleep shirt, then slid her panties down her legs. They had already become soaked through. Feeling more than a bit naughty, she tossed the panties at him rather than dropping them on the floor with her shirt.
He caught them, surprise on his face, then his eyes narrowed and a wicked smile appeared as he lifted them to his nose and sniffed. “Well,” he growled. “I guess I have my answer if you’re ready or not.” He tossed the panties on the floor and scooched forward a bit on the couch, spreading his arms out along the back. “Now ride me.”
Rey realized he wasn’t planning on removing his shirt or his pants any more than she already had, and that made her heart race even faster. She stepped forward, straddling his legs, which he still had spread wide, and kneeling on the couch. She put one hand on his shoulder to balance herself, then used the other to grasp his slick cock and line it up with her dripping core. He slid in without any resistance as she sat down completely on him, moaning at the familiar but still amazing feeling of him filling her full. “Oh, fuck,” she whispered.
He had groaned along with her, and when she looked at him, he was smiling. “Nine years,” he told her softly. “It never gets old.”
Rey began to rock her hips and he closed his eyes, throwing his head back. “That’s it, Mi Halconera. Fuck me, just like that. So good. So hot. Take your pleasure like the good girl you are.”
On the verge of turning forty years old, the mother of three, a college professor and respected member of the city council, Rey still loved to be called a ‘good girl’ by her husband.
Rey’s rocking became faster, stronger. Poe’s arms suddenly came down from where they had been resting on the back of the couch. He gripped her hips, his fingers digging in, and he began to push and pull her, slamming her into him with more force than she could achieve on her own.
“Come on, baby!” he growled. “Fuck me hard. I know you can take me harder than this. Come on!” With that last command, he brought up a hand and smacked her ass.
Rey squealed and thrust her hips harder. “I’m coming!” she whined as she felt her release near. Another slap to her buttock set off the explosion inside her. She tried squeezing her legs together, but could only compress them harder around his hips. Her body bowed up and she began to tremor. “Fuck!” she shouted, her eyes clenching shut. It was so strong!
“Yes! Oh, baby, yes!” she could hear Poe calling. His voice was muffled as her body was still focused on the euphoria inside her.
“Oh, my God!” Rey gasped as the tremors became manageable. She fell against Poe and felt his arms come up tight around her. Another soft quaver from her cunt made her catch her breath again. Then she fell limp, gasping for air, Poe still hard and hot and buried inside her. “Oh, fuck,” she whispered. She leaned back to look at him, expecting his expression to be tight and focused as he waited for his own release.
Instead, his eyes were huge and soft. He reached up to cup her cheek. “God, I love you,” he whispered harshly.
Rey licked her lips and felt tears form in her eyes. She blinked them away and cleared her throat. “Prove it,” she told him with a soft smile. “Come inside me.”
Both Luke and Shara had been planned, but Eyas had not been. That was how Rey and Poe had learned that condoms can and do fail. Because Rey despised the idea of messing with her body’s natural biology by taking any kind of hormone, they had determined that a copper IUD was her best bet. It also allowed nights like this to happen uninterrupted.
Poe stared at Rey for a long moment, and she could tell he was deciding what position to put her in next. They both knew she became overly stimulated after her first orgasm. Most of the time, this meant she orgasmed easier the second time, but sometimes it also meant she just couldn’t continue. An outright ‘no’ from her was enough for Poe to back off, whether he had ejaculated or not; no safe word needed.
She knew from Poe’s expression that he was deciding what position would be easiest for her as sensitive as she was while still allowing him to come. He nodded, then pushed at her hips slightly. “Off,” he commanded, back in charge. “On your knees,” he continued as she slid off of him.
She moved to the couch next to him, kneeling on it with her back to him. Her heart, which had started to slow down, began racing again. God, she loved this position. Although, when it came right down to it, she loved every position. She spread her legs and lowered her upper body down so she was resting on her elbows. She could feel the cool air of the room hit her gaping pussy, but then he was there. One hand on her hip, the other directing his cock back into her.
“Yes!” she squeaked as he slid home.
“Oh, fuck,” he groaned, thrusting immediately. She knew he was ready to blow. “So sweet,” he hissed. “You take me so fucking good.” His hips started snapping, and the sound of their bodies slapping together combined with his words sent Rey into a tailspin. It was almost too much! She was too swollen and hypersensitive! But suddenly her body began to tremor violently once more.
She cried out, burying her face in the cushion beneath her.
“Oh, my God!” Poe shouted as he came. “Yes! Milk me, baby! Milk me dry!”
Rey shuddered as she felt his ejaculation. Lord, she had hated using condoms when they had done so. Nothing compared to feeling him spill inside her. She writhed underneath his tight grip, pushing her hips back into him, wanting every drop. “Don’t leave! Don’t leave! Don’t leave!” she chanted, begging him not to pull out too soon.
“God, you are so needy,” he told her sarcastically, breathing hard as he bent over her, kissing along her spine and her shoulder blades.
Rey sank slowly down, letting her legs slide along the couch so that she lay flat. Poe followed her, balancing himself on his elbows above her, keeping his cock buried deep. He began to lay wet kisses all over her shoulders and the back of her neck. When she turned her head to look at him, he kissed her cheek, then her lips. “Fucking amazing,” he whispered.
They lay like this for a long moment, Poe’s weight almost completely on her, before he finally pushed himself up and off, sliding out of her carefully. She heard him get up and knew he was heading for the bathroom. Within moments he was next to her with a wet washcloth. She pushed herself up and over with a groan, spreading her legs and letting him tend her. Since day one he had always enjoyed doing this for her, and she would never tire of letting him.
“We’re gonna have to spot clean the couch tomorrow,” he mumbled, causing Rey to giggle.
“Oops,” she said without any remorse.
As he finished, she smiled softly. “So, I was thinking, as you were sleeping,” she began.
“Yes?” he asked, one eyebrow raised.
“Next year is our tenth anniversary. I think we should plan another vacation.”
“England?” He knew she wanted to go back to the place of her birth to visit someday.
She shook her head. “No, I want the kids with us when we go there,” she said. “I was thinking someplace tropical. You know, because we met in the tropics and we got married in the winter in Wyoming, so…”
“Bahamas?” he inquired. “Hawaii?”
“How about a little less touristy?” she said. “Say Bora Bora?”
“Oooh! I like that idea,” he exclaimed. “There are some cool resorts there.” He nodded. “Okay, we’ll start planning now.” He looked at his watch. “It’s five minutes to midnight. Happy Anniversary, Mi Halconera.”
Rey sat up and kissed him. “Happy anniversary, Mi Halcòn.”
THE END
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