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You were trying to keep quiet, you really were. But you can't help the gasps that fall from your lips as your breath is knocked out of you, can’t keep in moans and cries as Rex impales you on his cock, hitting the deepest place inside of you with every thrust. It’s not your fault how Rex is pounding into you, his hands gripping the flesh of your hips so tight he’s sure to leave bruises.
It might be your fault that you had been teasing him. But how could you help it? It had been months since he had been back on Coruscant, he hadn’t even had a chance to let you know he was back until you saw him on the base this evening. Freshly shaved, his armor clean, Maker he was so effortlessly handsome it took everything in you to not drag him into the first supply closet you saw. But he kept you waiting, always sending you such teasing messages about what he would do to you when you finally had a moment alone. You were so worked up at just the sight of him, and he knew it; you could tell by the little curve of his lips as he glanced at you from across the room. Two can play at that game.
When you got in his quarters, Rex was already trying to peel your uniform off, revealing the precious bits of you he had been longing to see for months but you nudged his hands away. So strong, Rex could have easily overpowered you and take you the way he wanted; but he was always so thoughtful, smirking at you and letting you have your fun. You gently shoved him backwards so he’s sitting on the bed. Once he’s seated he starts undoing his armor, so practiced with the methodical process that he doesn’t even need to look at what he’s doing; his honeyed gaze is on you. Well, you might as well give him a show.
You slowly slide your pants off, leaving you in your simple panties. Normally, if he had given you a heads up, you would have put in something a bit more decorative for your Captain. But he doesn’t seem to mind the lack of flare as his eyes darken. A coy grin spreads on your face as you watch his tongue peak out for him to lick his lips as you toy with the waistband of the panties, then he lets out a slight huff of disappointment when you slide your hands away, not taking them off yet. The minor moment is gone when you lift your shirt over your head, Rex fully exhaling a low curse akin akin to a prayer as you quickly undo your bra.
“Get over here, mesh’la,” he gruffly orders. “I need to feel you.”
“So impatient, “ you tease, but you can’t pretend like you aren’t as desperate. Like the tone of his voice didn’t send a quiver straight between your legs. Like the sight of him on his bed, his top armor already discarded, muscles bulging through the black weave of his under suit isn’t sending a thrum of desire through your veins. He hasn’t had time to fully remove his lower half, but he did hastily remove his codpiece, something you were sure was uncomfy as you can see the outline of his hard cock stretching the fabric. You lick your lips, you want to taste him. Swallow him whole until he spills himself down your throat. Maybe another day. Right now you’re sure your soaking through your panties, the thought of being back with Rex enough set you off.
Lacking any grace, you clammer on top of him, your lips meeting in a hurried kiss. Rex is quick to slide your panties over your ass and down your thighs, tossing them aside to be found at a later time. He groans into your mouth as you start grinding against his hardness, your arousal dampening the fabric holding him hostage. You separate your lips from his, a trail of spit following you as you cup your hands around his rounded jaw.
He looks so pretty like this, his eyes veiled by lust and adoration yet piercing yours. You grind against him, the pressure against your core shooting jolts of pleasure up your spine. He’s trembling, his large hands holding your waist. As you continue to move, he gulps, his Adam’s apple bopping. Usually so calm and collected, Rex needs this. It’s been so long since he’s had you, felt the warmth of your cunt, brush his hands over the softness of your skin, tasted you. He seems about to burst at the seems of his own restraint; but you want this under your terms.
“I missed you,” you sigh, your breath shaky as you rut against him. “I thought of you every day. And every night. My bed is so cold without you in it. And I get so lonely, with just myself for company. Just my hands to bring me pleasure.”
Rex murmurs under his breath in mando’a, either a curse or a prayer to the Maker, or maybe both. You can feel his cock twitch as you continue you motions. Rex’s eyes dart to your bare chest, watching the way your tits sway with your movements. Smirking you take one of your hands away from his jaw, bringing it to your chest to cup your own breast, tweaking your nipple and watching as Rex’s eyes flash with a moment of jealousy. He wants to be touching you more, his calloused hands mapping every inch of your body. A thrill of pleasure courses through you as you remember how talents he is with those hands. But you’re having so much fun like this, grinding against him. Working him up. The fabric of his under suit feels too good to be believable against your clit as it brushes against him. You wonder if you could cum like this, rutting against him. And you know Rex wonders too, by way his hands won’t leave you, encouraging your hips as they move back and forth against him.
You keen as he thrusts up to meet you, the his fully hard cock so hot even through the fabric of his pants. You’re not sure if they are damp from just your own arousal, or if his precum is adding to it. You don’t have time to care, your breath is quickening, your pace rapid yet steady; the spot he’s nudging on your clit is bringing you closer and closer. You have to balance both hands on his shoulders, a leverage to keep yourself moving. There’s something so hot about the contrast; you naked on top of him partially armored. You couldn’t contain yourself for him to undress even. You don’t know who was more impatient, him or you.
Rex’s jaw is clenching as he watches you, he’s doing everything he can to keep from spilling in his pants like some shiny but the friction of you grinding over his cock is too good. He needs to get you to cum quickly, or else this will all be over too soon for the both of you.
“Come on, cyar’ika,” Rex grunts out, his breathing labored. “You’re so close, I can tell. Can you let go for me? Come on, mesh’la. Want you to cum all over me. Want you to soak my pants. Then I’m going to fill you with my cock.”
That did it. His words push you over the edge. Your hips stutter as your cunt clenches around nothing, light waves of pleasure washing over you. It's sweet, it temporarily mind numbing, but you know it's just a prelude. Rex knows it to, as he guides your hips to slow in their ministrations, he pushes himself up to catch your lips. He's needy, his tongue meeting yours in a hungry kiss. His hand lowers between you, where he groans into your mouth at how damp his crotch is from your release. Rex takes his cock out, you can feel it pressing against your core as he strokes it, the velvety soft skin rubbing against your folds as he collects your slickness. Rex is pressing the blunt head against your core when you press a hand on his chest.
“Let me take care of you, baby,” you insist, your voice low as you hold his gaze. Rex’s eye’s flick down to where he’s about to press into you, then dart back up to yours; you can barely see the rim of his golden brown eyes with how blown out his pupils are. He nods, pressing his lips together. You can practically see the cogs working in his head. You decided to have a little fun. “What do you want baby?”
Rex’s brows furrow and a light, exasperated huff escapes his lips; it’s quite obvious to him that you know what he wants. Still, you love you hear his voice. How husky it gets. That gravelly tone that sends shivers up your spine.
"Use your words, handsome," You can't hold back your teasing smile as you glance down on him. His eyes flash and you catch the quirk of his lips.
"Want to feel you around me," Rex grunts out, his hands gripping your hips, thumbs massaging your skin. You hover over him still; you're sure your arousal is dripping over his cock. Your breath hitches as he grips harder, pressing up into you so slightly, but not enough to breach. "Need to fill you, come inside that pretty pussy."
You swallow, fuck his words hit you right in your gut; your cunt clenching around nothing as you desire him to fulfill his words. You want to come up with a snarky reply, maybe tease a bit more. But you feel so empty without him, and all you want to do is ease that ache.
You sink onto his cock, the pair of you groaning as he fills you completely. The stretch is so good, on the verge of too much but just right. Your hand presses him back so he lays flat, his brows cinched and his eyes fluttering closed as he welcomes the warmth of you, your tightness enveloping him.
You slowly raise your hips, almost coming off his cock, then slowly guide yourself back down. Rex hisses from the sensation and you feel like your brain has turned to fuzz; you can feel every inch of him like this. The way his hot cock glides through you, the thickness of him stretching you; no other cock will ever feel as good as your Captain's. You continue your slow movements over him, savoring him. Rex's arms are flexed, his eyes widening as he watches you, as he glances to where you join, the slickness from your arousal glistening over his cock as you pull out of him and sheath yourself again.
You fall into your steady pattern, your eyes never leaving his face as you slowly ride him. His breath is labored, bis brows furrowed, sweat beading around his forehead. You press our hand harder into his chest, you can feel the warmth radiation from him through through his undersuit. You feel so exposed, slowly riding him, totally naked as Rex isn't even undressed, bits of his armor on. It's a bit unfair really, you want to see the way his muscles tense, feel every bit of his skin. You do have yourself to blame, your own need to have him inside you brushing away any thread of patience you had. But now you're in heaven, Rex's cock deep inside you, filling you completely. You could do this for hours, each thrust bringing his cock so deep inside you, bringing you to a constant pleasure. Rex seems to be of another mindset though.
"Cyar'ika,come on," Rex huffs out. His head falling back on the mattress.
"What is it, baby?" you smirk, fully knowing what he wants. You should know better than to press your luck, but you can't resist; rarely do you get to see him on such a thin edge as he is right now. The strong, steady rock of a man suddenly on a wire beneath you, fraying and handing on by a thread. You slow your movements slightly, and Rex curses under his breath in frustration. "You need more baby? Is this too slow for you?"
To emphasize your point, you slow even more, just slowly dragging yourself off his cock until only his head is inside. You circle your hips, a motion that just teases yourself as well but it's worth it to see the way Rex's jaw clenches, his hands holding your hips for a lifeline. Maybe this would have been fine, he would have stayed patient, but you pushed your lucky further by flashing a taunting grin and winking at him.
A flash of lust glinted in Rex's eye just before he slammed his hips into yours. You cry out, both your hands struggling to hold yourself up as Rex begins to pound into you. Every gasp of air falling from your lips exited as a moan, definitely loud enough for anyone who happened to be near the room to hear. Any attempt at keeping them in was pointless, because Rex just continued to thrust into you, hitting you so hard and deep that you can't help yourself.
You fall forward to his chest, your fingers gripping the now sweat dampened fabric of his shirt. Rex's arms wrap around you, holding you tight to him as he plants his feet into the mattress, gaining a firmer ground and fucking into you with a harsher power. The sweet and slow lovemaking had been nice, but there's something so raw and desperate about the way the Rex has turned the tables that you know in the back of your mind it's what you truly needed. The slap of his thighs against your ass fills the room, his breath haggard above you as praises fall from his lips.
"You feel so good," Rex grunts out hoarsely, "My girl, always so good for me. So tight. So perfect."
His voice is tense, gravelly and cracking. You can hear his thunderous heart through his chest, thudding along as he fucks you. He's hitting you so deep, his cock brushing along your g spot with every piston of his hips. His grip around you is so tight you feel he could snap you in two; you doubt you would really care. His angle helps his lower abdomen brush against your clit, flares of pleasure mingling with the jolts from his piercing cock pulsing euphoric waves through you. You tilt your head against his chest, the only hope of muffing the scream wrenched out of you as you come. Your orgasm slams into you, your body rigid and twitching in Rex's strong arms. Rex's grunts grow heavier as your tight walls clench around his cock, milking the release that comes from him in hot spurts. His thrusts slow until his cock stops twitching inside you, his breath ragged and low above you.
You lay on top of his chest as it rises and falls with Rex's breath, the sweet beckoning of sleep calling you as your eyelids begin to droop. Rex murmurs your name, and when you only murmur in response he slips out of you, your combined releases slipping down your thigh as he rotates you to lay on your side. Rex shuffles out of the last of his armor and his undersuit, and plops back on the bed. He lays facing you, his own eyes heavy with exhaustion but a contentment resting in his sweet eyes as he smiles softly at you, brushing the back of his knuckles against your cheek as you fall asleep.