Thank the Force, because he didn't want to stop either.
She held him so perfectly, he couldn't believe it… It felt like… maybe they'd died on Scarif after all, broken down to molecules and those molecules sifting together, filling one another's gaps, so they could only be complete and natural from now on as one… like his whole life, the violence and loneliness had been the struggle, and now he could just exist, at peace, with her…
She's not here for you… she's not yours… …But she was allowing him, welcoming him; and every time she shivered, he took note and expanded on whatever he'd been doing to help her there, grateful he wasn't about to just dissolve again because he wanted this to go on, and on… his cock inside her stroking and pressing her as much as he could control, and (with her permission and his trust in her not to allow anything she didn't want, without which he'd never been so free) quite a bit that he couldn't, chasing the ecstasy of her gripping him, pulling and rippling upon him, making him gasp and moan even as he tried to do the same for her.
He breathed her name again, and again, into her skin, caressing her with breath and lips and tongue and all of him, feeling the electricity—maybe the Force—between them rise.
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Date: 2019-06-05 08:53 am (UTC)She held him so perfectly, he couldn't believe it… It felt like… maybe they'd died on Scarif after all, broken down to molecules and those molecules sifting together, filling one another's gaps, so they could only be complete and natural from now on as one… like his whole life, the violence and loneliness had been the struggle, and now he could just exist, at peace, with her…
She's not here for you… she's not yours… …But she was allowing him, welcoming him; and every time she shivered, he took note and expanded on whatever he'd been doing to help her there, grateful he wasn't about to just dissolve again because he wanted this to go on, and on… his cock inside her stroking and pressing her as much as he could control, and (with her permission and his trust in her not to allow anything she didn't want, without which he'd never been so free) quite a bit that he couldn't, chasing the ecstasy of her gripping him, pulling and rippling upon him, making him gasp and moan even as he tried to do the same for her.
He breathed her name again, and again, into her skin, caressing her with breath and lips and tongue and all of him, feeling the electricity—maybe the Force—between them rise.