"A-ah.." Rey breathed, shuddering from those nimble fingers brushing against her, finally dipping and covered in her desire. Rey could feel her heart picking up. A steady, loud beat that began to cry out for more attention, and more touches. Fuck, she was going to miss them both so much. She had to commit this to memory, every minute, every second of it until she was back in their bed, holding them close and indulging in each other's desires once more.
Her head tilted downward, arm snaking around Finn's waist to hold him and feel his erection against her thigh. Her dress pooling around her waist, covering her nether regions. No doubt it would soon be on the floor with the rest of their clothes. Her core ached, wanting--yearning for those fingers to go in deeper, to touch her as no one else could. Yet, she found herself rocking her hips into his touch, going with the rhythm Poe set for her.
Rey's forehead was pressed against Poe's chest, breathing in his scent and shuddering at the image both men painted for her. Finn's image with Poe's words, enough to make her knees weak.
"I love you both... so, so much.." Even when they were 'cruel' to her. Even when they tortured her by taking their time with her. Or when they started without her, as it was bound to happen here and there. She loved them whole heartedly, and would always love them.
"Only if my hands and mouth may worship my husbands' afterward..." Gods, she didn't think she could say that aloud without stuttering.
"With Finn between my legs, what would you do? Leave my mouth wanting or my breasts starved for attention?" The imagery alone was enough to give her goosebumps and shiver with anticipation.
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Her head tilted downward, arm snaking around Finn's waist to hold him and feel his erection against her thigh. Her dress pooling around her waist, covering her nether regions. No doubt it would soon be on the floor with the rest of their clothes. Her core ached, wanting--yearning for those fingers to go in deeper, to touch her as no one else could. Yet, she found herself rocking her hips into his touch, going with the rhythm Poe set for her.
Rey's forehead was pressed against Poe's chest, breathing in his scent and shuddering at the image both men painted for her. Finn's image with Poe's words, enough to make her knees weak.
"I love you both... so, so much.." Even when they were 'cruel' to her. Even when they tortured her by taking their time with her. Or when they started without her, as it was bound to happen here and there. She loved them whole heartedly, and would always love them.
"Only if my hands and mouth may worship my husbands' afterward..." Gods, she didn't think she could say that aloud without stuttering.
"With Finn between my legs, what would you do? Leave my mouth wanting or my breasts starved for attention?" The imagery alone was enough to give her goosebumps and shiver with anticipation.