[ A shiver ran down Rey’s spine. Buck uttering her name and the soft blush on his face made her heart skip a beat.
They could spoil each other during their weekend. They weren’t in a rush to go anywhere. Their time together was theirs to do with as they pleased. Although, they would have to figure out when they wanted to make food…but that was a later problem.
Right now, Rey wants to enjoy feeling Buck’s skin on hers. How the taste of him is sweet and warm, and how she could not get enough of his kisses. She never thought she’d lower her walls to allow someone to be this close to her. The scars she had, the faint ones on her skin and the ones on her heart were guarded.
Hey with Evan, it was easy to lower her defenses, one brick at a time. He didn’t pressure her into his bed, or made her feel like she had to fulfill his needs at every turn. He wanted her to feel good—and their first time together, she swore she saw stars.
In between kisses, he removes her bra and now they’re just in their pants. Those need to come off soon, but with his hand on her breast, she can’t do much. ]
Evan… [ Rey mews out his name again just before their lips are reunited for another kiss. Her hips rise up, pressing against his to show she wants him—-needs him. No doubt she was wet with arousal, and she was pretty sure he was getting hard. Damnit, why didn’t they shed more clothing earlier?
One hand caresses the side of his neck, while the other drapes itself over his shoulder. Her nails lightly raking over his skin. The kiss comes to an end with Rey pulling back to take in air. Her lungs are grateful for the oxygen. Her lips are bruised from his kisses but she doesn’t care. ].
Sweetheart, please. [ Rey murmurs with a faint plea to her voice. Her hips move against his, trying to show him what he’s done to her—a strong and independent woman in need of being intimate with her partner—feeling whole and loved. ]
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They could spoil each other during their weekend. They weren’t in a rush to go anywhere. Their time together was theirs to do with as they pleased. Although, they would have to figure out when they wanted to make food…but that was a later problem.
Right now, Rey wants to enjoy feeling Buck’s skin on hers. How the taste of him is sweet and warm, and how she could not get enough of his kisses. She never thought she’d lower her walls to allow someone to be this close to her. The scars she had, the faint ones on her skin and the ones on her heart were guarded.
Hey with Evan, it was easy to lower her defenses, one brick at a time. He didn’t pressure her into his bed, or made her feel like she had to fulfill his needs at every turn. He wanted her to feel good—and their first time together, she swore she saw stars.
In between kisses, he removes her bra and now they’re just in their pants. Those need to come off soon, but with his hand on her breast, she can’t do much. ]
Evan… [ Rey mews out his name again just before their lips are reunited for another kiss. Her hips rise up, pressing against his to show she wants him—-needs him. No doubt she was wet with arousal, and she was pretty sure he was getting hard. Damnit, why didn’t they shed more clothing earlier?
One hand caresses the side of his neck, while the other drapes itself over his shoulder. Her nails lightly raking over his skin. The kiss comes to an end with Rey pulling back to take in air. Her lungs are grateful for the oxygen. Her lips are bruised from his kisses but she doesn’t care. ].
Sweetheart, please. [ Rey murmurs with a faint plea to her voice. Her hips move against his, trying to show him what he’s done to her—a strong and independent woman in need of being intimate with her partner—feeling whole and loved. ]