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At first, Print didn’t know what she was going to do, as she just kissed Rey just after the confession. It has passed a few weeks of that, sure -and just thinking about it, makes her heart flutter and do incredible jumps inside her chest-, because she is happy to -finally- be with her. Prin has Rey with her -for her- lovingly and in the honeymoon phase of it all -it was not a joke in Rey’s heart when she blurted out they looked like newlyweds-. And just like that Print cannot stop thinking about what newlyweds also entails -the first night-. She wants to do something like that with Rey -she really wants to- but, being not already back into their respective bodies was bad and good -in all the strange ways-. Don’t call her for it, but she sees Rey like she is in her original body already -even if its not the case- so, when thinking about touching her -touching Rey- she is always imagine it -dreaming about it- to touch the original vessel -the one she is currently possessing-.
Wait! That gives her an idea, one thing to do, one she already thought about before but decided to go against it at first because it was immoral -for her to do it the first time she took a shower in Rey’s body-. Print could touch Rey -the body she possesses for now- and look at herself while at it, memorizing how Rey’s skin and body will feel like, how she would twitch under her ministrations. how hot and wet she would make her and how it would feel to be inside her… Yeah, she’s already getting bothered just by thinking about doing it.
Would Print tell her what she is going to do? She doesn’t know, it would be morally wrong not to tell her about it, but also strange to explain her desire to touch her but also not her. Print just thinks that, if Print doesn’t know of -what she does- what she is planning to do in a couple of minutes, it’s not going to be that bad.
They are at Saifon’s house -in two days they’re going to be back on schedule- so, it’s a good enough opportunity -like any other- to do it right here and now. Print takes her clothes off -mind closed with the excitement to look at Rey’s bare body- takes a seat in front of the mural mirror in the room and observes it. Print is going to take her time -she might not be alone right now, but also she wasn’t in a rush- so, her eyes inspect the skin flawed not like hers, but it was perfectly smooth -regardless of all that she had done-. However Print’s eyes kept wandering to the mounds -already nipples hard for the hard inspecting and the anticipation-. Rey’s ‘body’ was so easy to wake up -to make it hard and have goosebumps all over her-. Print can’t think straight -never have done, really- and now, with this body at her disposal, her mind goes more than blank. She takes her hand and begin traverse -from head to toes- all the minors bumps Rey’s head had -post acne scars- Print maps out everything, going downwards -when her fingertips come to Rey’s jawline her eyes shot open, watching herself heave at the fleeting touch -the fact that she is feeling it all this more, in the only sign Print needs to continue, her already fragile mind, that it’s okay-. She presses more firmly into Rey’s neck, leaving marks that last seconds -white- that disappears, only leaving behind the pressure she had applied. She watched but they didn’t stay much longer on them contemplating -she tempted herself enough as it is- Print was going to touch downwards the body like she had dreamt for a long time now.
Print’s eyes hurt her as she refuses to close them, obsessed to learn every trick that would make touching Rey’s -when they were back in their bodies- flare with desire. Print’s hand moves, unable to stay still. from her neck into her clavicle to Rey’s cleavage with rapid feather nails -almost wanting to mark every pass trough-. “Rey…” Print sigh her name -just like she wishes in her dreams, she one day would do-.
Print’s other hand maintains her upright on the bed -scrunching the quilt with each one of Rey’s involuntary movements against her hand-, takes a gulp before noticing how her own body searches the pleasure -that her own mind is beginning to get clouded on-. Print hiss when she touches Rey’s hard nipple -the sensation of it in her hand familiar- and her eyes collapse shut. Print cannot do it, not anymore -touch while needed to watch and receiving the pleasure- she thinks of stopping -just a random thought- that ends up getting shyly shit as she moans into the ceiling -as her hand grope firmly Rey’s breast-. At this exact moment -eyes remaining closed- Print’s instinct takes full control. Her hand moves more freely, firmly and precisely -like they know what to do- making sounds to come out from her agape mouth -sensory overloading her brain with the gasps and moans in Rey’s voice-. With all of this material, she knows for sure she is going to crave all of this the moment she finishes.
However, she is more than occupied moving her only free hand all over herself -Print means Rey’s self- massaging the bust she wants to eat, stroking her neck with force -the same she wants to inflict marking her with hickeys- caressing her hips with the strength she would apply to let Rey immovable under her with her own thighs. “Print” is projecting all her fantasies into this reality -one by one-. “What are you doing?” That’s when she opens her eyes to look at her body at the door, looking at her -a how her and are all over this body and her knees are closing into themselves, moving to give just a fraction of the friction she knows she can receive-.
Print stops, unsure of what to do next -as her heart is telling her to stop, but her consumed by desire brain is telling her how to continue-. Rey -now in front of her- watch, and Print analyzes those eyes -her own irises-. Rey doesn't appear disgusted -not curious- and not taken aback by the situation. Rey is just existing in the moment, contemplating the unhinged image with a thin line for lips and a ghost of -amused- smile in her features -Print doesn’t know if it is because she was smiling before entering, or after-. Even though, Print’s brain wins, and throwing all inhibition out of the window, she proclaims. “Perfect timing, Rey.”
Now, Rey blinks at her -not the response she expected-. “For what?” Rey’s question is just the perfect combination of exhaustion and intrigued happiness -like she adores the sound of her name and being useful to Print-. “I want you to look at how you - aka I- pleasure your own body… How it spams… how it comes undone”.
Print surprises even herself when she hears her own -Rey’s- voice being this sultry sweetly honey mixed with a rawness she can’t describe being from herself or from all this foreplay done to Rey’s body. In reality, the wait isn’t really Print’s thing, as she went back to cherish Rey’s thighs -searching her own strength to open her legs- to continue her fun adventure. Mission impossible for just one hand -and much needed friction being provided with movements already- so, Rey -in Print’s body- intervenes. Rey helps her -eyes dark- looking at nothing else that the towel when Print was already crumpling under herself- “I can’t look at you whilst you’re on top of me.” Print says, out of breath -the lost of contact already giving her withdrawals- meanwhile the heat of her own hands -now Rey’s- in her body -Rey’s body- was launching her desire over the moon. “What should I do to remedy that, Print?” Rey just kept her eyes apart, but her tone is sincerely apologetic. “Describe to me what you -aka I- look like, right now.” Print command -almost out of breath- that makes Rey snap her head and -most importantly- her eyes up, directly into that part of them -her- she just helped open in display.
“Looks wet, and almost pulsating as quick as you are breathing.” Print moves her head -Rey’s- back, with a proud smile portraying her happiness at those words -even she is more than proud to have to make that-. “You’re so tight” Print short circuit at that -just the words had made her snap back to look- at Rey pushing inside her fingers onto her, and how calm she had sounded -how her own voice had said such words without a pinch of burn desire consuming them-. “How tight?” She had asked. “Let me show you.” Print hadn’t had time to process how those fingers filled her up when she just missed them inside because Rey got them out. Print -impulsively- had attacked Rey’s digits, putting them in her mouth to taste Rey -a better way to describe as sweet with an acidic under taste that left her wanting more-. Rey took one of Print’s hands -at this point who cares what it is- and takes it towards that sweet center of Rey’s. “Feel it yourself”. Print’s hand is pushed into herself -her fingers tremble while she felt being stretched- the moan she pushed through her throat tore her. “You like it.” Print almost hears it like a question, but it's a statement -even if not, her nods gives her away how she feels about it-. “Rey” Print moans, opening her eyes, she’s there, keeping her legs open -hands on her knees- and eyes focus on her -like she is seeing her soul into her-.
Between moans and focus gazing, Rey apart her body from Print, losing the clothes in the process. Print moves her body up in the bed, leaving space for Rey to mount into the bed, but her moves are stopped by Rey. Print, who had never stopped truly pushing her fingers inside, is now impression under Rey’s body, mounting her -her arm in direct contact with the raw and wet cunt of the body on top of hers- that is giving Print her back. “I’ll look for the both of us” Rey says with hurry -with a tone that denote more than she leads on-. Print, still moving her hands in and out, touched Rey -that she also started moving into it-. Print can’t believe that she is losing sight of the grinding and how her fingers disappear more deep into herself.
“Describe it, Rey.” Print says, but the only response to her words are moans, sighs, gasps and wet sounds -interchangeable between both of them-. The pressure of Rey’s body on top of hears makes it comfortably uncomfortable -making it harder to keep a consistent rhythm-. However, while she knows she doesn't want to stop. Rey is more eager to go to the gates of heaven -with or without Print's help-. Not that Print herself is far of screaming of pleasure herself, already on the gates of hell by her own movements.
Doesn’t take more effort out of them to end the chasing of the key to their orgasms -as both sigh and tremble of pure pleasure-. “Rey?” Print asks, with a thread of voice. She hears a laugh and a sentence that lets herself laugh freely too. “I wasn’t able to say nothing. So good it blew my mind.” Rey sounds more than satisfied, Print looks endearingly at her back -while she thinks Rey closed her eyes-, is interrupted by Rey’s voice. “I saw everything. I don’t know where to start now…” Rey confesses. If she would have said what she had planned before being caught on in the act, it would end up like this?