Rey on their bed might be easier to do, and it was a strong possibility that it could happen soon. Finn had gone to his knees, removing the belt around her dress, letting it pool around her feet. Her heart fluttered and she felt heat rising to her cheeks. Those sweet lips on her skin, and then between her legs. It was enough to make her groan. Rey's hand moving to Finn's head, fingers combing through thick, black hair.

She spread her legs a little, giving them more room to do what they pleased. There was nothing she could do to talk them out of it. She would have to be ravaged and pleasured by her husbands, but she would return every minute of pleasure to them.

Their names fell from her lips in a gasp once Poe's mouth descended on her breast, catching her nipple with his teeth. She found her knees growing weak, torn between wanting to stay still, or to move against the mouth and hand that made her squirm. She pressed her hips against them, encouraging both to keep kissing her, keep moving with her.

Fuck, they were going to drive her mad. Rey found herself clutching Finns hair as her free hand gently cupped Poe's chin, pulling him away from her breast in favor of guiding him to her lips for a heated, passionate kiss. Her lips claiming his, tongue tracing over his lips and tasting his mouth. Fuck, she could feel them, and it only crave more until she couldn't think straight.