Title: The Birthday Present
* * * * * Bookworm put her hands on her hips as she surveyed the situation. She stood there for a few long moments, just looking. At last she spoke. “Obi Wan, what are you doing in the bathtub…fully clothed?” He gave her an adorable smirk. “Waiting for you. I knew you’d be up soon.” He tried to look innocent, and failed miserably. Bookworm gave a sigh and sat on the edge of the tub, prepared to try and talk reason to him. But that was as far as she got. The second she sat down, Obi Wan’s hands wrapped around her waist and yanked her down into the tub with him. Fortunately, he had had the sense not to turn on the water, so the tub was dry. Bookworm gave a squeak as she was abruptly pulled down into Obi’s lap, and kissed ravenously. His arms and legs wrapped around her, pinning her in his embrace. His hips bucked up rhythmically, grinding against hers. She moaned and slid her hands slowly up his chest, taking time to appreciate the cloth-covered muscles hidden there. A growl escaped his lips as her hands found his nipples. At last he broke away from her lips, his mouth descending to suck and nibble his way down her neck. The glasses perched so delicately on his head fell off and slid down to the bottom of the tub as she moaned. When he reached the base of her neck, Obi lunged and buried his face where neck met shoulder, sucking furiously. Bookworm gave a small cry at his enthusiasm and buried her hands in his hair. When at last he broke away he managed, with some difficulty, to roll around, pinning Bookworm to the bottom. A grin spread over his face as it dawned on her that Obi now had her at his mercy. His hands plucked at her shirt, drawing it over her head. He groaned when he saw the pink bra she had on. His warm hands slid around behind her to undo the clasp. The second her breasts were free, he leaned down and took one nipple into his mouth. Bookworm moaned and arched her back. Obi chuckled from around her nipple, and slid his hands around her back, arching her further into his waiting mouth. Bookworm panted and clawed at Obi’s back. Then, he finally let up on the suction…only to switch to the other breast. After what seemed like an eternity, he finally let her drop back to the tub bottom. Her breath heaving, she watched Obi place gentle kisses down, until he reached her belly. With an impish grin, he placed feather-light kisses on her most sensitive spots, working his way to the middle, where he French-kissed her naval. Bookworm let her head drop back, and moaned as his tongue swirled around her. He released her after a few long moments, gracing her belly with one last flick before he hooked his hands in her pants and slid them down. He let out another groan when he saw her pink thong, designed to match the bra. He looked up and gave her a delicious grin. “You’re such a naughty girl, wearing lingerie like that.” His voice was low and husky. Bookworm managed a smirk of her own. “Yeah, well, what are you going to do about it?” His face lit up with a smile. A very dangerous smile. “I thought you’d never ask.” The thong was quickly a distant memory as he made them disappear, then dived in to wrap his mouth around her opening. Bookworm let out a cry as she felt his tongue enter her and he began to suck. Her hips started pulsing rhythmically into his mouth (without consulting her on the matter). She let out increasingly louder whimpers as his lips and tongue brought her closer and closer to completion. That’s it, baby. He purred into her mind. Come for me. Bookworm shouted and arched her back as she exploded into his mouth, his tongue milking her until every last drop was spent. She fell back to the floor of the tub, panting heavily. Obi crawled up her body until he reached her face, leaning in to kiss her softly. Bookworm whimpered slightly as he poured out his affection in the contact. He broke away then, nuzzling her cheek and gently rubbing his rampant erection against her until she pushed him away and plucked at his shirt, a new longing filling her. “Off.” She breathed. “Take this off.” A slow grin filled Obi Wan’s face as he rose to straddle her. “As my lady commands,” he purred. Long fingers raised his shirt over his head, exposing his bare chest to Bookworm’s hungry gaze. Immaculate. Bookworm sat up and placed kisses everywhere on his chest she could reach. Obi moaned and tangled his hands in her hair as her mouth teased his nipples. She moved down slowly, until she was at least level with a very large bulge in his jeans. She nuzzled it tenderly, and placed an open mouthed kiss on him through the pants. A load moan sounded above her, and she abruptly found herself pinned to the floor. “Enough.” He said, his eyes wild. Without removing his hands from either side of her head, his pants abruptly undid themselves, and slid away. Leaving him wearing nothing but a hungry gaze and a very impressive erection as he straddled above her, positioning himself carefully at her entrance. “I want you…need you now.” His voice came in her ear as he nibbled on it. Bookworm arched back and yelped as he slammed himself into her without warning. Her legs raised themselves of their own accord and wrapped themselves tightly around his hips as he began to thrust into her. He moved fluidly as his hungry cock rubbed against all her pleasure spots, his pace growing faster and faster as his breath grew more ragged in her ear. She gasped his name. “Ngg…” he moaned into her ear. “That’s it, baby. Come for me. Come for me now.” He practically growled. Her moans were at the point where she was almost yelling, and her mound began to contract uncontrollably as she began to accede to his demands. Then, she screamed as she suddenly came, spasming mercilessly around his cock until he shouted in her ear and came himself. His hips pounded his orgasm against hers, drawing them both out nearly to the point of pain, before he finally subsided, and they both crashed into the ground. His arms held her tightly against him as he panted into her ear. She wasn’t in much better shape. She wriggled slightly, trying to move off of him, but his arms tightened around her. “Not yet.” His voice was harsh. She couldn’t hold back a smile at this, and smuggled deeper into his arms. After a long moment, he placed a kiss on top of her head. “Happy birthday, Angel.” Her smile grew at this. “That was quite a present, Obi.” She giggled. He let out a chuckle. “Thank Callie. She’s the one who gave me the idea for this.” The End
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