wip wednesday
elevator things .
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I have to have him — Rey turns the sentence in her head over and over like a mantra, as she pulls Poe into the elevator by the front of his shirt, and claims his mouth again before the doors shut behind them. He crowds in on her to the back corner, one hand sliding into the back of her hair, holding her in place, as his tongue pushes through the threshold of her hot, willing mouth — groaning into their fervent kiss. The other hand roams the every inch of her body desperately, before it settles on her bony hip, pulling her into alignment against him, coming into scintillating contact like shooting stars colliding in a once-in-a-millennium traverse. When the tip of his tongue traces the contoured shell of her ear, suckling on the sweet spot behind her earlobe, Rey ventures a hazy peek at their reflection in the mirror — to see them in their naked glory, finally rid of the many layers smothering them both. She watches Poe pick her apart bit by bit — his nose pushing under the collar of his overcoat she is wearing, so his breathy mouth can latch onto her neck, his tongue lapping at her heated skin. Rey bites down on her lower lip, barely suppressing the pretty little mewl breezing through her teeth, as her hand combs through his ruffled curls — pushing him deeper into her, while her hips grind her slickened crotch against him, his dick already hard and swollen in his pants because of her. The way he craves for her — it is turning her on so nicely; letting her know that the feelings are reciprocal, and that he too has to have her.
