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You scroll absentmindedly through the holopad, looking for something to occupy your time as you float through space. It is a rare travel day where there just isn’t much to do around the ship. Din has spent the morning working on minor repairs while you lounge in your shared bed, still in your sleep clothes. Speaking of Din, you haven’t heard any muttered curses or tools slamming in a little while and you wonder where he is.
“Ah, I was just thinking about you,” you say as Din walks into your small sleeping quarters. He has forgone both the beskar and the helmet for today since it’s just the two of you for the next eighteen hours in the solitude of space. He is clad only in his brown pants and a tight, long-sleeved black shirt that has softened from years of wear. His sleeves are pushed up, showing off his strong forearms.
Din sits down next to you, caging your body with his arm, and drops a little kiss against your forehead. “Find anything good on that old thing?” he asks, jerking his head towards the holopad.
“Nah,” you say and toss it aside. You bring his free hand up to your mouth and press your lips to his palm. You can taste leather and a hint of sweat. “I’m bored, I think I might take a nap.”
Din looks down at you. “Are you tired or are you just bored? Because I know something that we could do to pass the time.” His eyes darken as you bite your lip in thought.
“Mmm, that sounds like fun. How do you want me?” you ask innocently, already feeling butterflies in your stomach. “Want me on top this time?”
Din shakes his head no and you look at him with confusion as he usually loves when you ride him. Instead of offering an explanation, Din shifts so that he is kneeling between your legs, nudging them apart. You reach up to start unbuttoning his pants, but he pushes your hands away gently and instead moves down to lie on his stomach with one of your legs on each of his shoulders. You feel his lips move up your thigh through your thin pants, working their way over your clothed cunt.
He makes quick work of your pants, pulling them down off your body and chucking them to the floor before pulling your legs up on his shoulders again. He tugs on the hem of your shirt and you get the message, taking it off and tossing it in the direction of your pants. Goosebumps spread across your skin as the chilly air hits you, but soon Din’s warm mouth is kissing your leg, working up from your knee to the crease of your hip. He hovers over your naked sex, stopping to inhale you deeply before working back down the other leg. His mustache brushes the inside of your thigh and you giggle quietly at the sensation.
“Something funny, cyar’ika?” Din asks you, peering over your with one eyebrow cocked.
“Tickles.”
Din hums an acknowledgment and leaves a few more kisses on your thigh as he works back up to your pussy. He nuzzles his nose against you, taking in your smell and the feeling of the curly hair on your mound. He rubs against you like a cat, relishing the warmth and the growing wetness that is slowly leaking out of you. Din lives for this, having told you many times before that he would spend hours between your legs if you would let him.
You’ve got nowhere to be, and Din always makes good on his promises.
He starts out slow, agonizingly so. Just barely licking up and down your seam, stopping every so often to drop the lightest kiss on your clit. His teasing is slowly but steadily making something tighten low in your stomach, and he rewards every bit of arousal that leaks from you with a swipe of his tongue and a kiss.
Din starts to lick and suck with a bit more strength, breaking into you and pulling soft moans from your lips. He knows the sounds that you make as you get close to your orgasm and he finally sucks lightly on your clit as he brings you over the edge. Your first orgasm always happens easily, and Din knows that it is only the beginning for you.
Oh, he has plans for you.
He barely waits for you to catch your breath before he is diving in with his tongue in earnest, his fingers squeezing your thighs as he holds you tightly to his mouth. He uses his nose to nudge open your folds, kissing and licking at every bit that is revealed to him. You reach down and tangle your fingers through his hair and moan out encouragements.
“Oh stars, Din, right there. Oh god, oh god. Fuck…right there. Right-right there!” you cry out as you come again, feeling your arousal drip down his chin as he continues to devour you. Again, he’s nuzzling into your pussy and licking up everything that you’ve given him. You just start to come back to reality when he is going back for more, this time adding in one finger and then two, growling against you as the squelch from your cunt drives him further insane.
He doesn’t let up, building and building his pace until you explode again, screaming out his name and squeezing his head between your supple thighs. You feel weightless for a moment, ecstasy pulsing through your body as every tense muscle starts to relax. You reach blindly for Din, tugging him up towards you.
You take his head with both hands and hold his face close to yours. His mouth and chin are wet, mustache shiny with your release. His pupils are blown wide with lust, almost unfocused and wild with desire. His hair is sticking out at all angles, partially from his curls and partially from your ministrations.
“Din, what about you?” you ask breathlessly. He doesn’t respond, just licks his lips and swallows hard. “Din, I want you inside me.”
This seems to shake him out of his daze. “No. No, please. More. I need more.” Din dives back down into your pussy, sucking and licking with gusto.
He’s almost feral as he fucks you with his thick fingers, stretching you wide on two fingers and then just barely fitting three. All the while, he is kissing around your entrance and flicking your clit with his deft tongue. He brings you to orgasm again and works you right through it to where you crest again, softly like a second smaller wave that always follows the larger ones on the beach.
“Din, honey. Stop, wait,” you push him away from your body and he immediately relents, leaning up and gently kissing your lower belly.
“Are you alright?” Din asks you, rubbing his hands up and down your thighs.
You laugh a little and run your hand through his sweaty hair, pushing it back from his face. “I just needed a minute, I feel like every nerve in my body is vibrating.”
Din nods and rests his head on your stomach, taking a few deep breaths of his own. After a couple of minutes, you tell him that you’re ready for him as he has more than prepared you to take his cock.
Instead, Din slips back down and buries his face in your cunt again. He is unhurried now, and contents himself to just languidly run his tongue through your folds over and over again. It’s sleepy and indulgent, both of you relaxing into each other. At some point, he slides two fingers back in again and curls them up just right to draw yet another orgasm from you. You don’t know where your orgasms begin and end anymore, one overlapping with the next. Each time Din tastes your release, he moans into you and the vibration is exquisite.
Din is painfully hard at this point, and while totally focused on your pleasure he can’t help but rut against the bed, desperate for friction against his throbbing cock. You notice his movements and tighten your thighs around his head, pulling his hand up to your mouth. You suck hard on the fingers that have spent so much time inside you, tasting your sweet tang as you swirl your tongue around his thick digits. Din moans harder, sloppily eating your cunt as he rocks against the bed.
You slide his fingers out of your mouth with a wet pop. “Baby, I don’t have any more. Oh god, Din…”
You barely hear Din as he growls, “More. Mine.”
Your world turns into an explosion of white as Din makes you come one more time. His tongue is buried as deep inside of you as he can reach, and he feels your fluttering hole against his mouth as you ride out your high. That’s all it takes for him to come hard in his pants, rubbing his cock against the bed as you both call out each other’s names. He grips your hand tightly in his large hand, lacing your fingers together as he presses soft, soothing kisses to your cunt, still fluttering with occasional aftershocks.
Finally, Din crawls up your body and drapes his wide frame across yours, not even bothering to wipe his mouth. You’ve never seen him so blissed out and pussy drunk. You run your fingernails lightly up and down his back. “You…that was something else,” you tease. “How long did you spend down there?”
“Not long enough, cyar’ika. Trust me,” he says with a kiss to your neck. “Such a good girl for me. Think you can be a good girl for me in the fresher, too?”