They edge each other

"Look at you," she murmured, voice husky. "All shy and noble one minute, and the next… this." She ran her thumb over the slick crown, spreading the fluid in lazy circles. Chewie's growl deepened, vibrating through her bones. His paw flexed on her hips, then slid upward again, cupping her breast with renewed urgency, rolling her nipples between the pads of his fingers until she whimpered and arched into him.

His pad brushed something inside her that made white light explode behind her eyes. Leia cried out, nails digging into the fur of his forearms, and Chewie froze again until she managed to **** out a breathless, "There...right there...don't you dare stop."

A triumphant growl rumbled out of him. He pressed deeper, still only one finger, still careful, but now with purpose. Curling and rubbing that spot in slow, deliberate strokes while the furred heel of his palm ground lightly against her clit. Leia's legs gave out completely, only his arm banded around her waist and the thick finger buried inside her kept her upright as the pleasure coiled tighter, hotter, unbearable.

Leia let her forehead rest against the warm wall of his chest, breathing him in while she continued to work him with slow, deliberate strokes. His cock had fully emerged now, thick and heavy, curving slightly upward. She traced every ridge, every vein, learning him by touch. When her fingers brushed the swell of the knot still half-hidden inside the sheath, Chewbacca jerked hard, a strangled roar muffled against her hair.

She laughed softly, the sound catching as his paw continued working inside her.

Minutes blurred. There was only heat and fur and the wet sounds of her hand gliding over his cock, the soft growls he couldn't quite swallow, the way his thumb kept circling her nipples. She felt drunk on it, on him, on the sheer wrongness. Her hips rocked of their own accord, chasing the pressure of his finger, and every time she squeezed the base of his shaft he answered with a deeper rumble that vibrated straight to her clit. She was dripping down his knuckle now, slick coating the tawny fur of his hand in glistening streaks. Every gentle thrust made more of it spill out, until the wet sounds of his finger fucking her filled the small cabin, obscene and perfect.

Eventually the intensity crested and ebbed, leaving them both trembling. Chewie eased his fat finger out of her, slowly, carefully, bringing his glistening finger to his muzzle. He inhaled once, deeply, eyes fluttering shut, before his long tongue slipped out and licked her taste from his fur with a rumbling, reverent growl. Leia's hand had slowed, resting possessively around the root of his cock where the knot was beginning to swell, hot and promising under her palm. Chewbacca's paws settled into a gentle, worshipful hold. One splayed across the small of her back, the other cupping her breast like something fragile and priceless.

She lifted her head, cheeks flushed, lips swollen from biting them. For a moment they simply breathed together, foreheads touching, his warm exhale ruffling the loose strands of her hair. Then a sudden, unexpected shyness crashed over her, hot and mortifying. Here she was, naked and dripping, stroking a Wookiee cock the size of her forearm, and still some last shred of Senatorial decorum tried to assert itself.

Leia swallowed, voice small. "Chewie… have you ever…" She hesitated, fingers tightening reflexively around his shaft, feeling it throb in answer. "Have you ever been with a human woman before?"

A low, embarrassed rumble. He shook his head, ears flattening.

Her heart gave a strange lurch, equal parts tenderness and wicked curiosity. She bit her lip, then **** the rest out on a whisper that trembled with vulnerability.

"And… have you ever thought of me? When you're alone, I mean. When you touch yourself?"

The growl that answered was soft, almost pained, but his cock jerked hard in her grip, betraying him utterly. Chewbacca closed his eyes, snout dipping in what might have been shame or surrender, and nodded once: slow, deliberate, impossible to misread.

Leia's breath caught. Heat flooded her cheeks, her chest, her pussy, all at once. The knowledge that this gentle giant, this loyal friend, had stroked himself in the dark of the Falcon's crew quarters thinking of her, it broke something open inside her chest, something raw and aching and hungry.

She pressed closer, until the slick head of his cock nudged her belly, leaving a wet streak across her skin, and rested her cheek against the warm fur over his heart.

"Good," she whispered, voice shaking with a confession she hadn't planned. "Because I've thought of you too. More than I should have."

Chewbacca's arms came around her then, careful and crushing all at once, enveloping her completely in fur and heat and the thunder of his heart.

His arms tightened, a low, rolling growl vibrating through his chest and into her bones. It wasn't anger, it was something deeper, something that sounded like years of restraint finally cracking. Leia felt it in the way his claws pricked the skin of her back without breaking it, in the way his snout buried itself in the crook of her neck, hot breath huffing against her pulse. She was surrounded by him, fur against her breasts, her belly, her thighs, and the thick length of his cock trapped between them, pulsing with every heartbeat.

She let her own arms slide up around his neck, fingers threading into the dense pelt at his nape. The fur there was softer, almost downy, and she scratched lightly. The Wookiee shuddered, a full-body ripple that dragged the slick crown of his cock across her stomach again, painting another wet stripe. Leia's hips rolled without permission, chasing the friction, and the low whine that tore out of her was embarrassingly needy.

"Shh," she soothed, even though she was the one trembling. "I've got you."

She pulled back just far enough to look up at him. His eyes were huge, luminous in the half-light, pupils blown so wide the blue was only a thin ring. There was guilt there, oceans of it, but underneath ran something rawer. Want, devotion, a kind of stunned gratitude that made her throat close. She pressed a kiss to the tip of his snout, soft, chaste, right where the black skin met fur. Chewbacca went very still, as if the galaxy had narrowed to that single point of contact.

Then his restraint snapped.

A single sweep of one massive arm lifted her clear off the floor. Leia squeaked, startled, legs instinctively wrapping around his waist as he turned and lowered her to the bed. The mattress dipped alarmingly under his weight when he followed, kneeling between her spread thighs, paws braced on either side of her shoulders. The head of his cock dragged heavily down her belly, leaving a shining trail, until the flared tip nudged the slick folds of her pussy. He didn’t push in, just rested there, hot and impossibly thick, while his chest heaved.

Leia's breath stuttered. The knot at his base was fully visible now, swollen and glossy, bigger than her fist. She could feel the heat of it against her inner thigh, pulsing in time with his heart. Panic and lust tangled in her gut.

"Easy," she whispered, reaching up to cup his muzzle. "We’ll go slow."