[ He takes the kiss like he'd drown without it, his whole spine arching as his body rose to meet it. He meant every word - possibly deeper than he could ever properly explain it. His parents had a strong faith in the Force, and he'd retained it despite not fully understanding what it was. But he believed this fully: that no matter what happened, a piece of him would be with Andy, and a piece of him would be with Rex. It made it a lot harder to fear death.
But at the moment, he had never felt so alive.
He could feel her whole body tense around him, and he let out a soft, helpless moan, driving up into her with far less thought and far more reckless abandon, as he felt that tight curl start to build in him. But he stopped, right at the last minute, right on the edge of his orgasm, arms wrapped tight around her so that she couldn't move against him.
A second of a breather, just to give himself a little more time, and then with very little warning, he twisted them both around, pressing Andy down into the floor. He liked when Andy had complete control of him, but he liked kissing her, too, and this angle made that far easier. Still inside her, he leaned down, pressing his body flush with hers as he took a deep, longing kiss, and then he started to move again: deep, long strokes that made him shudder against her, groaning with every movement.
He was not going to last, that was impossible, but he tried to angle his body so that his pelvis ground against her with every thrust, even though straight thoughts were impossible. ]
Andy-- [ He breathed, more like a prayer than anything else, whispering her name against her lips. ] Force-- [ He was driving harder, unable to keep himself from chasing that pleasure, racing toward that cliff edge. ] Andy, I love you-- fuck, Andy---
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But at the moment, he had never felt so alive.
He could feel her whole body tense around him, and he let out a soft, helpless moan, driving up into her with far less thought and far more reckless abandon, as he felt that tight curl start to build in him. But he stopped, right at the last minute, right on the edge of his orgasm, arms wrapped tight around her so that she couldn't move against him.
A second of a breather, just to give himself a little more time, and then with very little warning, he twisted them both around, pressing Andy down into the floor. He liked when Andy had complete control of him, but he liked kissing her, too, and this angle made that far easier. Still inside her, he leaned down, pressing his body flush with hers as he took a deep, longing kiss, and then he started to move again: deep, long strokes that made him shudder against her, groaning with every movement.
He was not going to last, that was impossible, but he tried to angle his body so that his pelvis ground against her with every thrust, even though straight thoughts were impossible. ]
Andy-- [ He breathed, more like a prayer than anything else, whispering her name against her lips. ] Force-- [ He was driving harder, unable to keep himself from chasing that pleasure, racing toward that cliff edge. ] Andy, I love you-- fuck, Andy---