I assume you mean after you strip down until you're as naked as I am.
I know we were just talking about you sitting on my face, which I'm all for, basically whenever you want to. But if you wanted to sit on this instead I wouldn't complain about it.
[ Saying that feels deceptively dirty somehow, but honestly he doesn't regret it one bit. ]
[ She can imagine it quite clearly, her hair around her shoulders, messily falling into her face as she leans into him; she doesn't let her hair down very often and only Poe and Finn have ever seen it that way.
She exhales. ]
i'm almost there
with me riding you, what'll you do next? tell me where you'd touch me first
Yeah, whatever she'd been doing previously is absolutely not important. It's also a very good thing that their networking devices are not ... accessible to anyone nosy enough to look over a shoulder and walk by a screen. It's just for her to see that picture and feel a little prickle of heat work its way down her spine.
She doesn't waste any extra time getting to Poe's room, not with a message, not with anything. And the breathlessness she feels is entirely because of him and not because she'd hastened her pace to get here. ]
That photo was absolutely unfair — [ It's said as she quickly kicks off her boots, one hand reaching up to undo the clips holding her hair up into its usual style. ]
[ If she needed any more encouragement at all, Poe figured that giving her a visual to go along with what he was describing would do the trick. And obviously he was right, since the texts stop and the door to the room slides smoothly open, revealing Rey standing there looking just as flustered and out of breath as he imagined she would. He's purposely shifted himself again — not by much, just enough to make sure that she gets a good view of everything even from the doorway. Would it make things awkward if someone else had walked in first? Probably. He doesn't particularly care at the moment.
That happens when things get heated with Rey. It becomes something like a magnetic pull between them, usually because of something contentious, but lately they've discovered a whole new kind of heat that spikes between them just as intensely. For his part Poe has been doing his best not to overthink it. He's not usually one for the easy way, but this just feels good, it feels right in a way he can't put a finger on.
So he doesn't. ]
Was it? [ His fingers are still wrapped around his cock, pausing between lazy strokes to watch her start working on stripping down, appreciating again that the way her hair tumbles loosely over her shoulders. It's a new look, and a very attractive one. It'll only get better as more clothes slip out of the way. ] If I recall correctly you were the one who started this.
[ Even as Rey undoes the ties that keep her hair pulled up and out of the way, her eyes can't help but roam over the length of Poe's body in its very obvious, very teasing display — the absolute rudeness of it all. He's so beautiful and he manages to ignite fires within her that she'd never quite felt before, not to this magnitude, not in a way that could make the space between her legs suddenly too-hot and too-damp.
She bites her bottom lip, forces herself not to rush towards him while bits of her clothing are slowly discarded, leaving a trail of light fabric behind her. She wants to take her time with this. She wants to memorize him looking so bloody glorious, even when her eyes finally settle on where he's got a hand over his cock and her heart skips a beat. Well, she'll memorize that too. ]
I didn't start anything. [ Her pants are still on (so much for not rushing) when she moves to climb on top of him, but she's undone her top (a long length of fabric to wrap around her chest) and abandoned it to the floor, leaving her breasts bare. ] It was you who sent that first message.
[ And quite frankly, she isn't sorry at all for any of it. She lets her fingers slide across his chest, across his stomach, eventually lets her thumb drag across the head of his cock even while he's still got his fingers wrapped around it. ]
[ Poe can see it in her eyes when she's trying to hold herself back from rushing straight across the room, he's seen her exercise restraint before in distinctly less sexual situations, and he gets the impulse. It wouldn't have been much different, if at all, if she was the one naked and touching herself freely — not that it inclines him toward taking it easy on her. He likes that look in her eyes, the desire and the hunger that's wearing down her composure, and it's even more encouragement to keep up those strokes, making sure that she sees that he's slick and that every swipe of his fingers is building up the anticipation even more.
Some wild thought flashed through his mind suggesting that it would be worthwhile just to let her watch and encourage him all the way to an orgasm without touching her at all — not a bad idea, but for later, when he's not just as eager to get his hands on her as she is to touch him.
Because that's what he's shifting to do the moment she's close, straddling him over the bunk, his hand's sliding up along her back and then slipping forward to do the same up and over her chest while she settles. She's barely touched him at all and he's already exhaling a soft groan of appreciation, his own hand cupping her breasts and squeezing them, letting her nipples slip between his fingers. ]
I was thinking about you. [ His voice is low and warm, and the gleam in his eyes hints at more than just arousal. Whether or not he cares to admit it, he's always been in awe of her, and that hasn't changed here. ] Like this, before I sent you that message. Just imagining wasn't enough.
[ He arches his hips up slightly as her fingers graze over his, and he's relinquishing his hold so that he can leverage both hands toward tugging insistently at her pants. His breath might be slightly unsteady, as if he wasn't really prepared for how much he wants this. Which is entirely accurate. ]
Edited (one day I might proofread these things you don't know) Date: 2021-07-06 07:02 am (UTC)
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Date: 2021-03-23 03:50 pm (UTC)I know we were just talking about you sitting on my face, which I'm all for, basically whenever you want to. But if you wanted to sit on this instead I wouldn't complain about it.
[ Saying that feels deceptively dirty somehow, but honestly he doesn't regret it one bit. ]
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Date: 2021-04-10 11:51 pm (UTC)i think i'd like that yes
i'd want to feel you inside me
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Date: 2021-04-11 01:18 am (UTC)Now you've got me thinking about what that would look like. You riding me, with your hair down and everything.
It's not helping with that 'go slowly' thing.
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Date: 2021-05-03 12:32 am (UTC)She exhales. ]
i'm almost there
with me riding you, what'll you do next? tell me where you'd touch me first
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Date: 2021-05-04 11:16 pm (UTC)I hope you plan on being as naked as I am by the time you get to this bunk.
Your ass, probably. It's good for leverage.
But maybe your breasts, since they'll be right there.
I could push myself up to get my mouth on those too.
[ Is she trying to get him off before she's even touched him? ]
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Date: 2021-05-24 01:52 am (UTC)but quite frankly i don't think i can wait
yes, i want to feel your hands on my ass
your lips on my breasts
your tongue, hot and wet against my skin
[ ooh la la
eyes emoji she'll never tell ]
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Date: 2021-05-29 09:31 pm (UTC)[ and, as if she needs anymore motivation at this point, he sends her a picture of what's going on in his bunk. ]
I'm waiting
action ;
Date: 2021-05-30 08:16 pm (UTC)Yeah, whatever she'd been doing previously is absolutely not important. It's also a very good thing that their networking devices are not ... accessible to anyone nosy enough to look over a shoulder and walk by a screen. It's just for her to see that picture and feel a little prickle of heat work its way down her spine.
She doesn't waste any extra time getting to Poe's room, not with a message, not with anything. And the breathlessness she feels is entirely because of him and not because she'd hastened her pace to get here. ]
That photo was absolutely unfair — [ It's said as she quickly kicks off her boots, one hand reaching up to undo the clips holding her hair up into its usual style. ]
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Date: 2021-06-03 02:54 am (UTC)That happens when things get heated with Rey. It becomes something like a magnetic pull between them, usually because of something contentious, but lately they've discovered a whole new kind of heat that spikes between them just as intensely. For his part Poe has been doing his best not to overthink it. He's not usually one for the easy way, but this just feels good, it feels right in a way he can't put a finger on.
So he doesn't. ]
Was it? [ His fingers are still wrapped around his cock, pausing between lazy strokes to watch her start working on stripping down, appreciating again that the way her hair tumbles loosely over her shoulders. It's a new look, and a very attractive one. It'll only get better as more clothes slip out of the way. ] If I recall correctly you were the one who started this.
sorry this is a billion years late!!!! pls love me
Date: 2021-07-05 05:30 am (UTC)She bites her bottom lip, forces herself not to rush towards him while bits of her clothing are slowly discarded, leaving a trail of light fabric behind her. She wants to take her time with this. She wants to memorize him looking so bloody glorious, even when her eyes finally settle on where he's got a hand over his cock and her heart skips a beat. Well, she'll memorize that too. ]
I didn't start anything. [ Her pants are still on (so much for not rushing) when she moves to climb on top of him, but she's undone her top (a long length of fabric to wrap around her chest) and abandoned it to the floor, leaving her breasts bare. ] It was you who sent that first message.
[ And quite frankly, she isn't sorry at all for any of it. She lets her fingers slide across his chest, across his stomach, eventually lets her thumb drag across the head of his cock even while he's still got his fingers wrapped around it. ]
I just answered.
<3 <3 <3
Date: 2021-07-06 05:18 am (UTC)Some wild thought flashed through his mind suggesting that it would be worthwhile just to let her watch and encourage him all the way to an orgasm without touching her at all — not a bad idea, but for later, when he's not just as eager to get his hands on her as she is to touch him.
Because that's what he's shifting to do the moment she's close, straddling him over the bunk, his hand's sliding up along her back and then slipping forward to do the same up and over her chest while she settles. She's barely touched him at all and he's already exhaling a soft groan of appreciation, his own hand cupping her breasts and squeezing them, letting her nipples slip between his fingers. ]
I was thinking about you. [ His voice is low and warm, and the gleam in his eyes hints at more than just arousal. Whether or not he cares to admit it, he's always been in awe of her, and that hasn't changed here. ] Like this, before I sent you that message. Just imagining wasn't enough.
[ He arches his hips up slightly as her fingers graze over his, and he's relinquishing his hold so that he can leverage both hands toward tugging insistently at her pants. His breath might be slightly unsteady, as if he wasn't really prepared for how much he wants this. Which is entirely accurate. ]