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To sum it up, your first time with the feared-by-all general Armitage Hux was a surprise. A pleasant one.
You've had sex a few times, but it wasn't something one would want to remember. Sure, you got your release, but it wasn't something you'd call good. It was.. decent. Never had the mind-blowing climax and you barely recognized the fake moans, but yours weren't any better, just to make the other one feel a bit better. Never knew what exactly to do and the act never made you subconsciously dig nails into the other's back.
You've grown to the fact this is the reality of sex and there's no such a thing as the amazing sex you can read about in books.
Maybe that's why the intercourse with Armitage threw you off guard.
He was so.. careful. Caring. Not like the usual general you knew from the bridge. You watched him take off his clothes, before he got back on bed in his pants only, slowly undressing you. Really slowly, watching you all the time to make sure you're comfortable. Oh, the way he looked at you, it made you blush, shiver and hot in all the right places.
You thought this was it. This is the foreplay and he'd get right to the point. Oh, how stupid you were.
Oh, men know what a clit is? And they know where it is, too?
They're not all disgusted with eating you out?
You came at least three times just from this, almost ripping his hair out from the pleasure, tirelessly lapping at your folds. The moment you came from your high you had to push him away, the overstimulation making your body shake uncontrollably. He only chuckled and gave it the last teasing lick, making you whine before finally getting up, hovering over you again. You breathed out, looking up at him. His usually ice-cold eyes now softly looking down at you. Always gelled-back red hair now falling into his face. The lower part of his face was glistering and when he licked his lips with a satisfied smile, you almost moaned.
He placed one hand next to your head for support and leaned down, softly pressing his lips against yours. The other went to your face, striking his thumb over your cheek before slowly going down, just like his lips. His teeth gently sank into your throat, palm cupping one of your breasts, thumb softly massaging and flicking over the little pink bud before going lower, splaying over your stomach.
He slowly lifted his head, looking down at you with such softness you've never seen in a man. He smiled gently and looked you in the eyes, waiting for your consent while softly rubbing his hand over the skin of your abdomen.
He is such a tease. Down on your lips again, hungrily kissing you while slowly rubbing the tip of his cock around your entrance. Every moan breathed out in his mouth was just turning him on more and more, if it was even possible. At this point, after all that happened before this moment, the sex itself felt only like a cherry on top of a huge cake.
He slowly pushed in, so slowly it felt like a torture. Your arms automatically circled around his neck, softly scratching at the skin of his back. He almost whimpered when he bottomed out, gripping your waist tightly. He slowly pulled away with an affectionate smile and snaked his arms under your thighs, lifting your legs over his shoulders. Your world turned to blissful blur.
Hitting all the right places at the perfect angle. Digging your nails into his back, not a care in the world if you drew blood. Another two orgasms came like a crashing wave, making you see stars, lying limp in the bedsheets, covered in a thin layer of sweat and tears, chest rising up and down rapidly. He slowly pulled out, earning a whine out of you and you felt a weight lift off the bed.
When your eyes opened and you searched for him, he was nowhere to be found. You slowly got up on your elbows, looking around the room, almost disappointed until you saw him emerge from the bathroom with a towel and a glass of water. He slowly sat down, still naked, holding the glass up to your lips. Then, he grabbed the towel and slowly cleaned you off with such a delicacy.
You lied here, savouring the feeling of being taken care of. And just when you thought it was over and you would have to get back to your quarters, he lifted you up bridal style and slowly placed you in an already filling up tub, carefully sitting down behind you. The two of you just sat there, calming down, relaxing. No sex, no. Just intimately pressed against each other, savouring the moment. He slowly washed you with one of his soaps, gently massaging your skin then scalp with a shampoo. He thought he'd have to get some of your soaps here, but honestly you didn't mind smelling like him.
He carefully got you into one of his boxers and big t-shirts, carrying you back in the bed, tucking you in. He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you in, burying his nose in your hair.