The Sweetest Taste

Chapter 37 - In the quiet of the night

*This chapter contains NSFW content. 18+ only.*

All was quiet in the small cabin, nestled on the edge of lava flats, in the middle of the Nevarro desert. Not a single sound could be heard, save for the soft breaths of the three people lying fast asleep inside.

Grogu in his own sleeper, lying on his back, out for the count.

And Din and Lysa in the other, both lost in their respective dream worlds. With Lysa lying on her side, and Din lying behind her, one arm thrown carelessly over her middle.

It was well into the early hours of the morning. The sky, still inky black above their heads. But from far across the desert plane, the screech of a loth cat in the distance, caused Lysa to stir a little.

She faintly roused from her sleep for a moment, pressing herself back into Din at the chill that seemed to flutter over her naked body. The heat of the day having filtered away as the hours had passed, leaving now, a cool and pleasant night.

Din Djarin gave a grumble in his sleep, feeling a sudden soft, warm mass press firmly against his pelvis.

His dozing body reacted in turn, with Din impulsively grinding his hips into the welcome object. It felt just perfect where it was, so warm, so inviting.

Din rolled his hips for a second time, letting out a light groan, as he felt the presence press back into him once again, causing his lengthy cock to stiffen. A feeling which roused Din suddenly from his sleep. Realising at once where he was, who he was with, and what he was pressed up against.

Lysa Kane.

His perfection.

Din's dazed and sleep-addled mind instantly drifting back to the events of just a few hours prior.

Lips pressed to skin. Bodies entwined. Satisfaction shared.

Din had basked in Lysa.

Just the taste of her. The sounds she made.

The feeling of her soft lips against his.

The elation of knowing that she wanted him, as much as he wanted her.

And here she was now...

Despite it being completely dark in the room, Din could still feel that they were both naked, and his beskar was still on the floor where he had left it.

And as much as Din had thought that would regret his decision to remove his helmet, he realised right now that he didn't. His need for Lysa taking priority over the Creed. Just as Grogu had all those many months ago.

Din could feel now that she was still asleep, her breathing rhythmic and slow. But her body seemed to move subconsciously. Obviously enjoying the sensation, just as Din had done, of his hips grinding into her round buttocks.

She shifted back against him again, letting out a soft moan in her sleep as she did so. The sound, triggering Din's cock to pulse as blood pumped through it, growing instantly harder.

Dank farrik.

He let out a huff of air, shifting his face and chest closer to her.

Her scent was intoxicating. Like honey and the sweetest, ripest peaches.

Din leant his face into Lysa's hair, breathing her in, getting completely lost in her.

She murmured out in her sleep, stirring slightly, at the feeling of his warm body pressed against hers.

Din, not wanting to alarm her, grazed the hand that was resting against the small of her waist, around to her stomach. The tips of his fingers ghosting across her smooth skin.