After Jedi Vignette

By Carol Addison

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This story is rated NC-17

 

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Han Solo strolled with Leia Organa along the forest floor beneath the Ewok Village, finally able to relax and enjoy her company. He only hoped that she was enjoying his.

"It's so peaceful here, now," she said with a sigh, interrupting his thoughts.

He wrapped an arm around her shoulders, giving them a quick, hearty squeeze. "Yeah."

She turned to him, then, the tree-filtered starlight making her eyes shine. She wrapped her arms around his waist and looked into his eyes.

"You had a large part in the end of this war," she said, swaying gently side to side. "These innocent creatures were only a fraction of the civilizations the Empire would have ruined throughout the galaxy. Think how many lives you've helped give promise."

"I had help." He slid his arms under hers and pulled her to him with his hands on her shoulders. "I didn't do it alone."

She tugged back a little in his embrace, giving him a teasing glare. "I'm trying to say thank you, here."

He smirked, expelling an amused burst of air through his nostrils. "I know."

"Learn to take a friendly gesture, huh?"

He smiled, then. "You know I'm not good with serious talk."

"I know." She nodded, reaching up to stroke the short, wispy feathers of hair from his forehead. She stared at his hair, loving the feel of it on her fingers, the feel of his skin underneath as she brushed his hair back. She stopped, then, noticing him staring down at her, seemingly waiting for something, completely focused on her.

Before she had the chance to ask what he was thinking, he pulled her tight against him and his lips pressed against hers, gently covering her mouth. The touch of his lips was what she had wanted all night, but she was still shocked at her own eager response. She had no idea that she had had this much pent-up emotion inside her. Parting her lips, she encouraged him to take the kiss deeper, and his tongue explored the recesses of her mouth. A noise that was the perfect combination of a growl and a moan escaped from somewhere deep within her.

Taking his mouth from hers, he gazed down at her with eyes that had gone from hazel to a warm, golden brown as he'd kissed her. His nostrils flared slightly with the effort of his labored breathing as he looked at her. "You're incredible."

And then his lips recaptured hers, more demanding this time.

She gave herself freely to the passion of his kiss, marveling at the way it made her senses take flight and her body practically thrum with a new life she'd never felt before.

He began to massage her shoulders slowly, heavily, rocking her body against him as he did so. He then broke away from her mouth, only to trail hot kisses down her neck to nestle between her neck and shoulder, gently sucking there. The answering sensations that coursed through her body drove her wild, and she thrust her hands through his hair, arching her body against him. Then it was his turn to growl.

"Leia."

His hands began to dip as far as they could reach inside the back neckline of the Ewok-crafted dress she wore. He wanted to feel every inch of her skin that he could get his hands on, it was so soft. He continued to pull her against him with the rhythmic motions of his hands.

She began to tug at the back of his shirt, trying to pull it from his waistline. Pleasantly surprised, Han pulled away from her and took her shoulders in his hands. He smiled warmly at her, a mixture of eagerness and tenderness on his face.

"Did I do something wrong?" she asked, her eyes wide with dread.

"Hell, no." He placed a gentle kiss on her forehead. "I just think we'd better move this party someplace a little more private. It wouldn't do for the troops to see two of their superiors making out in the woods."

Her face colored slightly, but she recovered with admirable speed and returned her gaze to his. "Oh, is that what we were doing?"

"We were getting there pretty fast."

She studied him for a while, not quite knowing what to say in response. Eventually, she decided it was time to stop fighting what was obviously what they both felt. "Where did you have in mind?"

What, no argument? He smiled inwardly, then shrugged. "The best option I can think of is the Falcon. My cabin has a two-person bunk. It's standard spacer issue, but it's not too uncomfortable." He shifted his feet a little, obviously uncomfortable with the discussion.

She decided to save questions for later about the need for a double bed in a single pilot's cabin.

"Well, it's either that or the Ewok mattresses that are stuffed with twigs, I guess," she replied. "Trust me—they are not comfortable."

He chuckled. "I'll take your word for it." He held out his elbow to her. "Shall we?"

She took the offered arm without any outward hesitation. I sure hope you know what you're doing, Leia.

 


Once they were inside the Millennium Falcon, Han closed and locked the ramp, then turned and pulled Leia into his arms. He looked into her eyes, searching for something—Leia couldn't tell what. She thought she'd melt from the warmth of his gaze.

Then he leaned slowly forward to brush another gentle kiss on her forehead. She looked at him anew, wondering at this softer side of him. He'd kissed her on the forehead before, but even that had been passionate. This—this was…sweet. Then he kissed the tip of her nose. She giggled, unaccustomed to this type of teasing.

"What's funny?" he asked with a smile.

"I don't know," she said, avoiding his eyes, playing with his jacket collar. "Nothing, I guess. This is all just a little new to me."

His reaction to her confession was so quick it was almost undetectable—almost.

"Is that a problem?" she asked, peering at him suspiciously.

He squeezed her waist. "Are you kidding?" He sobered, then, seeing that she wasn't. "Leia, I'm flattered that you're trusting me with the honors. There are a lot of guys out there who would give anything to be in my place right now." He winked at her. "Your brother used to be one of them."

She wrinkled her nose. "Ew."

Han instantly regretted his words. "Yeah, I probably shouldn't have brought that up."

"Made an already awkward situation worse, yes."

"Sorry about that." He shuffled his feet a bit, cleared his throat, then nodded his head toward the aft part of the ship. "May I interest you in a tour of my cabin, Princess?"

She wondered how many women he'd invited on that same tour. Don't think about it, Leia. You're here, now, not them.

"That sounds lovely," she said, backing up a bit to take both his hands in hers.

"That's 'cause you haven't seen it, yet."

She laughed openly at that, and he was glad his attempt to lighten the mood had worked.

 


"Well, here it is," he said, pushing the door release and stepping aside to allow her entrance to the room.

She moved her head to the left, then slowly to the right, taking in all she could see from the doorway. Her inspection stopped instantly when her gaze fell upon the two-person bunk in a recess of the far right wall.

"And there it is." Did I actually say that?!

"There what—?" His gaze followed hers. "Oh. Yeah."

He put his hands on her waist and gently ushered her through the door, then strained back some to push the close button before following her into the room a bit.

He wrapped his arms around her waist from behind, giving her a gentle squeeze. "You sure you're ready for this? You seem kinda tense."

She turned her head until she could see his eyes. "Isn't that to be expected?" Her voice carried an indignant tone, one he had come to recognize as cover for embarrassment.

He let his arms loosen around her waist and stepped around her until he was facing her. "Of course, it is. I just want to be sure you're doing this because you want to, not because you think I do."

Her eyes flashed panic so quickly he nearly missed the change. "You don't want this?"

He smiled warmly at her, reaching up to caress her cheek. "I didn't say that."

"Why do you always have to make everything so difficult?" she asked, looking away.

He took both her shoulders in his hands and began caressing them again. "Leia, relax. I'm not trying to be difficult. I'm trying to be nice. I'm sorry if I'm only making things worse. That's exactly what I don't want to do."

Leia sighed, her head bowing slightly. "I know. I'm sorry."

"Hey." He lifted her chin with a finger. "Why don't we sit down? Maybe you'll relax a little if you're off your overworked and underpaid feet, huh?"

She had to smile at that. "I do stand a lot, don't I?"

"Yeah." He took her hand, leading her toward the bed. "C'mon."

She held back a minute, then followed his lead, letting him hold her hand as she sat on the bed, then watching as he sat beside her.

"Better?"

She smiled shyly. "A little."

"Good." He reached for her other hand, and she gave it to him. He kissed it, then leaned over to kiss her lips. When he pulled away, he backed up to the head of the bed and patted his upper thighs. "Swing your feet up here."

That certainly wasn't what I was expecting… "What?"

He flashed her that infuriatingly irresistible grin of his. "Trust me." He waved his hands in a come-hither gesture, urging her to comply.

She eyed him quizzically for a moment. "Okay…" She reached down to the ties at the top of one soft leather boot.

"Leave them on."

"I don't want to mess up your trousers."

"Don't worry about it."

Again, the wary eyes were on him. "Whatever you say, General…"

She swung her feet up to his thighs, leaning against the wall at the foot of the bunk. "What are you up to?"

"You'll see." He moved her legs over so they were aimed toward the outside of the bunk, then untied and pulled at one of her boots. With only a slight struggle, it fell to the floor.

"Whew-ew-ew!" he mocked, fanning at her foot. She started to pull her foot away, but he grabbed her ankle. "Oh, no, you don't."

"One more remark like that, Han Solo, and I'm going to sleep in the game room." Seeing his mouth open, she added hastily, "I've done it before."

Han closed his mouth and shook his head slowly. "Never could take a joke."

He reached for her other boot and disposed of it just as quickly. He then reached for the cuffs of her socks and slowly, deliberately pulled them down her legs and over her feet, dragging his fingers softly over her skin as he did so. As he held both her lower legs with one forearm, he dropped her socks on top of her boots. Then he sat back up and took one calf in both of his hands.

His eyes came up to meet hers, and she marveled at the intensity she saw there. He tugged gently on her leg, and she scooted forward a little so that her back was more at an angle against the wall.

He placed her foot in his lap, then, and began to massage her calf just below the knee, working his way up and down her lower leg, occasionally reaching up to caress the sensitive area behind her knee. She sighed, leaning back and closing her eyes.

"That feels wonderful."

"It's supposed to."

"Mm, well, it does." She sighed again and settled into a more comfortable position against the wall, flopping her arms at her sides.

Han smiled at her obviously relaxed state. His hands drifted down to her foot and, applying a little more pressure, massaged it briefly before setting it down gently and bringing her other leg into his lap for the same treatment.

"You're going to put me to sleep," she slurred.

"Nah, don't fall asleep," he said, "or you'll miss the rest, and it just gets better."

"Better than this?" She favored him with a mock-skeptical glance from under heavy eyelids. "Never."

"You won't know unless you stay awake."

"Mm." She pulled her feet back. "I'd better sit up, then."

Han refused to let her start that old game of hard to get. His hand beckoned to her. "C'mere."

She scooted between the side wall and the length of his body, laying half her body over half of his. Her right forearm came to rest just below his collarbone, and she propped herself up on it.

"Yes, General?"

He considered her use of his rank title. "Do I outrank you?" His tone actually sounded innocently curious.

She snorted. "Not hardly."

"Damn. I was really looking forward to giving you orders tonight, too."

"A space-wise smuggler once told me, 'I take orders from one person: me.'"

He smiled at the memory and wrapped his arms around her, caressing her back. "We've come a long way since then, Sweetheart."

"That's why I'm here." She stretched forward to kiss him. "That's why you didn't leave me alone on Ord Mantell. That's why I came and got you from Jabba during the most crucial time in the Rebellion. That's why we're here, now, together."

"Who'd've thought it, huh?"

"Certainly not us." She chuckled, her eyes getting a vague, nostalgic haze in them. "If you'd told me six years ago that we were going to fall in love, I'd've laughed my ass off and pushed you away."

He shared her humor, then pulled his chin in a little to look down at her. "Laughed your ass off?" He clucked his tongue. "Not exactly Court vernacular, Your Highness."

She rolled her eyes, then looked right into his. "This bunk isn't exactly Royal House fare, either."

He had to give her that one. "Fair enough." He shifted a little under her until he was lying flat on the bed with nothing but the pillow to hold his head up. "Scoot up here where I can kiss you."

As she did so, his hands encouraged her to climb fully on top of him. She complied, if hesitantly and awkwardly. He was just happy she didn't refuse.

"Comfortable?" he asked.

She nodded. "I'm fine." She stopped, as if a sudden realization struck her.

"Are you okay? Am I too heavy?" She moved like she was going to get off him, but his hands came up to her waist to stop her. "Like you said, Princess, you're fine."

His eyes held that deeper color again as he pulled her face down to his for another kiss. As she wrapped her arms around his neck to kiss him more, his hands traveled down her back and up again, caressing softly. His fingers then went into her hair, gently grabbing and kneading handfuls of it.

He pulled away from her mouth to kiss her neck while her hair was out of the way. She writhed on top of him in response, and he thought he was going to go crazy.

Leia was going mad with the new sensations she was feeling. She vaguely remembered reading somewhere that when at a loss for something to do to your lover, you should do what he was doing to you. Her fingers wandered into his hair, weaving through it and massaging his scalp. She couldn't believe how soft his hair was.

"Leia." His hands moved down to her hips, urging them into the same rhythm he'd applied to her shoulders earlier.

She could feel the heat of his body course down the entire length of hers, coming to a searing focal point at the growing pressure of him against her thigh. She felt an awakened response deep within her heating her thighs and groin. She yielded to the searing need that had been building for months and arched her body against his, matching his rhythm as she pressed into him.

The combination of a whimper and a moan escaped his lips before he brought them back up to hers in an urgent but exploratory kiss. His lips parted hers, his tongue dipping slightly into her mouth with each thrust of his hips.

Again she arched against him, this time grabbing two handfuls of his hair and letting out a slow, tormented moan.

"Gods, Leia." In one deft movement, he was on top of her with her back against the bunk.

With his arms under hers and his hands on her shoulders, he crushed her to him as his lips met hers with a hunger he'd managed to tame until now. He'd vowed to himself that he would take things slow and gentle with her, but she responded so ardently to his touch that he found it difficult to contain his passion for her.

He was finally able to tear his lips from hers, and he held her even more tightly against him, burying his face in her hair. His breathing came in heavy gasps as he fought for control over his strong desires.

"Han?"

He jumped at the sound of her voice, but remained as he was. "Yeah?"

"Are you all right?"

He nodded, his face still buried in the sweet botanical scents of her hair. "Fine. Just taking a breather for a minute."

She moved her hips under him and ran teasing fingers through his hair. "So, I take your breath away, do I?"

He went rigid, then, and took her hands in his, bringing them to rest on her chest just below her shoulders. "Please don't do that."

She pulled her hands out of his, then, and, bringing them to either side of his head, she forced him to look at her. "Something's wrong. Please tell me."

He smiled at her while he tried to think of an excuse. Finding none, he blushed and said, "Don't worry, Sweetheart. Everything's fine. You're—you're very fine." He gave her a wink and brushed her cheek softly with his hand. "I just—Well, it's been a while, and…I'm kinda having trouble keeping my patience."

She winced. "I'm sorry, Han. I'm going as fast as I can, and even that—"

He kissed her briefly on the lips. "That's not what I meant, Sweetheart." He shook his head, resting his forehead against hers for a moment before continuing. "I didn't say it right. It's not you—it's me. It's my problem. It's—I'm…having…control issues." He blushed again.

"Control issues?" Her brow furrowed in a slight frown of confusion, then the dawn of realization spread across her face. She nodded slowly, a vague stare on her face. "I understand, now." She brought her eyes back to his, smiling. "What a pair we make. I'm having trouble with courage; you're having trouble with self restraint." She shook her head, laughing. "Kind of makes you wonder if we're ever going to get to—" She stopped, her eyes widening with the fear that she'd said too much.

He smiled. "Get to…?" He wrapped his arms around her neck, lifting her head to meet a sweet, long, slow kiss. "Get to do this?" His kisses traveled down to the base of her neck. "And this?"

"No, we've already done that," she said, her voice cracking a bit on a gasp as his lips nibbled just below the hinge of her jaw.

He pulled back. "So, you want to do more, then?"

She blushed, avoiding his eyes. "Han…."

He smiled, trailing his fingers lightly around to the front of her neckline to linger there a moment before slowly, agonizingly dragging the back of one hand, then the other, down between her breasts to her stomach.

"More like that?"

Unable to speak, she merely nodded, her hands reaching down to pull his shirt from his waistline again.

"Mm," he murmured, "I guess so."

He dove in for another kiss, his hands moving to the hem of her dress, dragging it up her thigh with slight pressure from his fingers. Meanwhile, she had managed to clear the back of his shirt from his trousers, and had moved her hands under the shirt to caress the hot skin of his back. Her hands followed the rhythm he had set earlier, rubbing up, feathering down, only to rub upward again.

He caressed her lips with his tongue, then pinched her bottom lip between his lips and pulled away gently, only to take her lip fully in his mouth again. Then he covered her entire mouth with his once more, kissing her firmly as his hands tugged again at the bottom of her dress.

He pulled back from her, then. "I don't think we're going to get much further in this position."

She arched an eyebrow. "I thought things were going along just fine."

"We're a little over dressed, don't you think, Princess?"

She blushed. "Oh, that."

He pushed up from the mattress and sat on the edge of the foot of the bed. He patted the mattress next to him. "Sit up here for a minute."

She did, eyeing him nervously, not quite knowing what to expect. He turned to her and took her hands in his, bringing them to the top fastening at the front of his shirt. He leaned over to kiss her, then sat up, letting his hands fall from hers. "Thought you might want to finish getting rid of my shirt while it was easy to get to."

She laughed nervously. "Good idea." Her hands worked the fastener, then proceeded to undo the others on his shirt all the way down to his waistline. Leaving her hands where they were, she glanced up at him uncertainly.

"Go ahead, Sweetheart."

She gave the front sides of his shirt a firm tug, and they pulled free of his trousers. She undid the remaining fastener on the shirt, then placed her hands inside the opening at his chest and splayed her fingers through the crisp wisps of hair she saw there.

He breathed deeply, tipping his head back and closing his eyes. Encouraged, she began to explore his torso more boldly, kneading his pectorals in her hands, running her fingertips up and down his stomach, then back up to his shoulders to push at the top of his shirt until it slid down his arms. As it fell to his wrists, he pulled first one hand, then the other out and threw the shirt across the room. Turning back to her, he took her shoulders in his hands and pulled her to him for another long, soul-searching kiss.

When the kiss ended, he stood in front of her and held his hands out to her. "Stand up for a minute."

She took his hands and stood before him, her eyes never leaving his. He bent to kiss her, his hands once again reaching for the hem of her dress as he did so. Encouraged when she didn't pull away, he continued to pull her skirt slowly higher as they kissed until his hands rested with the skirt on her hips. He pulled away from her, then, making sure he had good eye contact.

"May I?"

She glanced at the floor, her face coloring slightly as she nodded her answer.

He kissed her again, pulling her dress up to her waist in one smooth movement, then urging her to sit with him on the bunk once more. They both sat, lips still together in a kiss that was growing in passion and intensity. He started to lift her dress higher, returning to the original slower, teasing speed. The closer he got to her upper ribcage, the slower he got. Her nipples tingled in anticipation of his touch on her breasts.

Finally, his thumbs brushed first the underside, then the side of her breasts. Her head tipped back with a throaty sigh, inadvertently breaking their kiss. Undaunted, Han bent lower to kiss the neck she so kindly offered to him, then he sat back as he pulled her dress over her head and up her arms.

Unable to take his eyes from her beauty, he merely dropped her dress to the floor before taking her in his arms and kissing her soundly on the lips. He pressed her firmly to him, and she could feel the heat from his skin against her already sensitized nipples. It felt like heaven. She wrapped her arms around his back and squeezed him tightly, wanting to get as close to him as she could.

He lowered his mouth to hers and pressed firmly, then slowly eased the pressure on her lips until he was barely touching them, sucking gently before diving in for a repeat performance. Her nipples tightened in response, feeling inexplicably cold when so close to the heat from his body. She moaned softly and pressed her breasts harder against him, seeking the warmth she somehow knew only he could provide.

Continuing the tantalizing kisses, he brought his hands slowly up her ribcage to brush his thumbs against the sides of her breasts, circling toward the centers to stop just short of touching her nipples, then moving back to her sides.

"Han!" Her hands clasped at the flesh covering his shoulder blades and kneaded heavily before traveling back into his hair and running her fingers aimlessly through it.

Gods, she's going to drive me crazy. Hells, she already is! Unable to wait any longer to remove his suddenly tight trousers, he stood and quickly did away with them, pausing only to get his boots out of the way before kicking his pants off his feet.

He returned to her side on the bed, then, wrapping his arms around her and kissing her with new desire. It seemed silly that something as simple as removing his clothing should make such a difference in the heat of things, but he couldn't deny that it did.

He bent to lift her feet from the cabin floor to lay her legs across his lap. Supporting her shoulders with one arm, he gently leaned toward the head of the bunk, taking her with him.

When they were lying side by side, he pulled her to him with the same arm around her shoulders and the other around her waist. He pressed his hips against hers instinctively, feeling the glorious friction of her inner thighs as he did so.

She gasped, feeling him naked against her for the first time. He was hot and hard. And he made nerves come alive that she had never known were there. Without realizing what she was doing, she opened her legs to him, wanting to feel more of his warmth.

He slid easily between her thighs, groaning with the heady sensation of being so close to his ultimate goal, yet knowing it was too soon to seek it. He began a slow, stroking rhythm against her inner thighs, listening to her whimper and sigh in response. "Leia…"

He kissed her deeply, then trailed hot kisses down her neck and collarbone to rest just above the space between her breasts. He took his hand from the small of her back to place it on her shoulder, urging her to lie flat against the bunk.

She made a small noise of protest as she lost the warm contact with him, but immediately forgot her disappointment as his mouth descended over one breast. She arched her back as his hot tongue and lips toyed with one nipple, gently spreading heat over the areola before he lightly nipped at the tip with his teeth, only to soothe the sudden shock with a soft suckling by tongue and lips again.

Leia's head began to thrash from side to side, her hands drifting randomly over his body, her mouth repeating his name in a throaty whisper.

As he continued to suckle her breast, he brought his hand up to the opposite breast. She gasped, writhed, and moaned in response. "Han…."

He lifted his mouth from her breast, swallowing her whimper of protest as he took her mouth hungrily, his hand still at her breast. He kneaded until he felt the nipple harden against his palm, then toyed with it between his thumb and forefinger, eliciting another gasp from her. He growled in response, taking his mouth from hers to descend on the newly excited nipple.

She cried out with the pleasure his mouth was bringing her and pulled his head closer to her with her hands in his hair. He moved his hands to her waist, running up to cup her breasts, then down to squeeze at her hips, then up again.

She increased the rhythm of her hips against his, opening her legs and bending them on either side of his hips. Pulling one hand away from his caresses, he reached down to place his erection against her, excited to feel how wet her underwear had gotten. He pushed against her and brought his hand back up to her waist, grinding his hips into hers.

A moan escaped from deep in her throat. "Oh, gods, Han." Her hands renewed the frantic, rhythmic movements in his hair, pulling him to her breast again and again.

"That feels good, doesn't it?" He asked, bringing his head up to search her face.

Her eyes opened hazily, and she returned his gaze. "Very good."

He pushed hard against her and moved his hips in a circular motion. "Aren't you glad you didn't fall asleep?"

Her only response was to arch against him.

That did him in. He pulled away from her and stood at the side of the bed.

"Han—?"

"Stand up for a second." He held his hands out to her, and she got shakily to her feet.

Han's thumbs hooked around the waistband of her underwear and in one fluid motion, pulled it over her hips, letting it land in a heap at her feet.

Leia blushed profusely, avoiding his eyes. He lifted her chin with his finger, forcing her to look at him.

"You're beautiful," he told her. "More beautiful than I've ever seen you, and that's saying a lot."

She favored him with a shy smile. "So are you."

"Beautiful? Me?"

She nodded. "You're perfect."

With that, she stepped toward him, placed her hands on his chest and slid them up to grasp his shoulders. With a gentle pull, she brought him down to meet her kiss. He wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her tight against him.

Again, the electric feeling coursed through her body at the feel of him against her thigh. She pulled his lips more firmly against hers, opening her mouth invitingly.

He took her invitation with a thorough exploration of her lips and mouth, then, with his lips still on hers, bent to lift her into his arms. He placed her gently on the bunk, following her down, kissing her more passionately as his body came to rest completely over hers. Taking the hand from behind her shoulders, he reached down to cup her breast before kissing a trail down her neck to take her nipple in his mouth.

"Han, please…."

He looked up, his mouth still against her breast. "Please, what?"

She shook her head, inexplicably frustrated. "I don't know. Just, please."

"I'm trying to please, Leia. I'm trying."

He began to suck her nipple in earnest, then, while his other hand wandered down between their bodies to stroke her inner thighs, slowly inching toward their meeting point. When his fingers found her damp curls, they gently stroked and parted her, one probing finger dipping inside.

Leia jolted. "Han? What are you—?"

His mouth left her breast to watch her closely as his finger began a slow stroking. "Try to relax."

"But, what—? By the Force…." Her head fell back with a throaty sigh, all protests forgotten.

"That's it, sweetheart. Just let yourself go…." He bent forward to kiss her softly on the lips, then moved to her neck, then slowly, agonizingly made his way back to her breast. "Don't think. Just feel."

Her answer was a groan as he took her breast in his mouth once more.

"That's right. Just lie back and relax." His free hand came up to cup her breast as he sucked on it again, harder this time, faster.

She began to cry out with each tug at her nipple, and his fingers began an echoing rhythm against her hard, wet nub. Her hips thrust with each stroke of his fingers, higher and higher. Soon, she was gasping in between long moans, her hips moving in wide, circular motions.

He lifted his head from her breast and kissed her full on the mouth, gently withdrawing his hand from the pool of her juices and bringing his erection to take its place. She stiffened a bit until he began to rub it against her softly. She eventually relaxed, allowing the sensations to flow through her once more.

He slowly took his hand away, lowering himself fully over her and changing to a stroking rhythm up and down the length of her inner folds. She moved with him, her hips beginning to lift and push against him.

Unable to stand any more, he plunged inside her, stopping when he heard her choked gasp.

"Is it bad?" he asked, searching her face.

She closed her eyes, wrinkling her brow in concentration, then slowly relaxing. "No. Not anymore."

He slowly slid the rest of the way in. She jerked slightly and dug her fingers into his shoulders, but again relaxed as he waited.

"Okay?"

She nodded briefly, rapidly, her breathing quickening. "Yes." He kissed her, then, and began a slow rhythm inside her. She wrapped her legs around his, pulling him closer to her as she did so. He tore his mouth from hers with a growl and buried his face in her hair. His hips began to rock faster, his hands gripping her upper arms. She wrapped her hands around his waist, pulling him harder against her with each thrust, her hips rising up to meet his. Their bodies moved faster and faster together until he called her name with two final deep strokes, shivering against and insider her. She then cried out, her head thrashing as her body wracked against his in wave after wave of new-found ecstasy.

He collapsed on top of her, spent. She stroked his dampened hair and back, craning her neck to bestow quick little kisses on his shoulders.

When his breathing had slowed to a reasonable level, he propped himself up and stroked a loose, damp tendril away from her forehead.

"You okay?" he asked.

"Never been better," she breathed, still a little short winded. "You?"

He smiled at her with his mouth and eyes full of love. "Wow."

She grinned. "Wow?"

"Yeah." He bent down to kiss her, folding his hands together just above her head on the pillow. "You're an amazing woman."

She returned his kiss. "And you are an amazing lover."

His eyebrows moved up a notch. "Yeah?"

She grinned, giving his hair a playful tousle. "Yeah."

 

The Beginning

 

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