Title: Need
* * * * * You step out of the cab into pouring rain. Obi follows you closely, his arms lingering around your waist and holding you close. For the moment, you are grateful for it; the rain combined with the air conditioning in the cab has left you wet and shivering; and not in a good way. His tall, strong frame looms over you. He tries to seem casual, but the gentle yet firm urging at your back and his quick breathing make his arousal more then obvious. You grin as he gently shoves you toward the lifts, only to laugh at his growl when they seem to take forever. Standing on the thin mat and dripping, you cannot stop a shiver that runs through you body. Obi gives you a concerned look. "Cold?" Unable to speak through chattering teeth, you simply nod. He gives a bad-little-boy grin and wraps his arms around you, pulling you close. His bearded cheek presses against the side of your face, and you feel his hot breath blowing against your ear. "Well, I'll just have to warm you up, won't I?" You gasp for breath as his tongue snakes out and gives a long lick up the side of your ear. "Obi, we're not even in the elevator yet!" You protest. He only laughs, his chest vibrating against your back, sending shivers up your spine and chasing away the cold. You let out a moan as his tongue continues to bathe your right ear. The lift chimes at last, and you pray to whatever gods are listening that no one is in the elevator to see you two. The doors part, revealing the lift to be empty, much to your relief. No sooner do you enter the lift does he push you up against the wall and ravages your lips. You moan intently as his hands snake underneath your shirt, pressing you against him and shooting bolts of electricity up your spine. You snake one hand down underneath the waistband of his trousers and curl your fingers around his length. He breaks away from your lips with a groan and lets his head fall to your shoulder, where he enthusiastically sucks at the skin her finds there. His hips make tiny thrusts against your hand as his muddied groans and growls continue against your shoulder and neck. You reach over with your free hand and hit the emergency stop button on the elevator. Some opportunities are just too good to pass up. He desperately pulls at your jeans, slipping a hand in to play with your clit. You let loose a gasp and almost loose your grip on his organ. You moan louder as your pants, and his, are suddenly ripped off and thrown to the other side of the lift. His eyes are wild as he lifts you into the air and pins you against the elevator wall. "No more teasing." He growls, circling himself against your mound. "I need you...now." Your world explodes as he slams himself into you. He throws his head back and keens loudly with need as your tightness consumes him. A growl rips loose of his throat as you lean forward to suckle at his exposed neck. His hands slide down to grasp your hips almost painfully as he starts sliding out, and slamming himself back in. You bite down a little too hard on his neck, resulting in a slight whimper, as his thrusts become more demanding. His growls grow louder as his hips thrust harder and harder, threatening to break through the wall. Unable to hold the suction, you break away from his neck and moan loudly as his frantic thrusts bring you higher and higher. "Harder...harder!" The pleas roll out of your mouth, and he groans. "Yes, Mastah," he teases in your ear. The light making him look and sound feral, his hips speed up, shooting you into the stratosphere. Your climax grabs you, shaking you back and forth on the frantic pounding of his hips until he climaxes himself, shouting your name. Slowly, his hips stop their rocking against yours as you, once again, collapse into his arms. He breaths heavily against your neck as you suddenly remember where you are. "Obi?" You ask tentatively. "Nggg." He moans against your neck. You give a sigh and try to squirm around him to press the resume button, but he tightens his grip around your waist and buries his face further into your neck. You giggle as his hands brush a ticklish spot. You try to push him away to make for the button again, only to feel him press you harder against the wall. "Obi," you start, but your reprimand is cut of by a screech as he digs his fingers hard into your sides and wiggles them around, leaving you writhing and gasping for air against the wall. "Hm?" He asks, looking up at you. "Was there something you wanted?" He grins evilly. Every time you open your mouth to talk, he gives an extra wriggle of his fingers, so all that comes out is an extra burst of laughter. Finally having had enough, you punch him, albeit not hard, in the ribs. Just to get his attention. His fingers stop moving, and he gives you a low growl. "That wasn't very nice, love." Before you can speak, his fingers attack both sides, doubling you over. It isn't long before he finds the extra-sensitive spots right above your hips on either side and digs in. You collapse to your knees under the stronger Jedi's relentless onslaught. But as you fall facedown on the carpeting, his fingers withdraw. You feel a large weight settle across the middle of your back. You turn your head to face back. Sure enough, he has straddled your back. You notice little more then that, though, before his fingers attack your sides again, zooming in on your sensitive spots. "O-Obi...this is-gyah!" You stutter out between helpless giggles, only to cut yourself off with a series of shrieks. You buck as he hits those sensitive spots again, and you manage to wiggle slightly out from under him, nearly knocking him on his rear. "It's a pu..." you giggle "public elevator..." more shrieks and a gasp for air "people might need it..." As suddenly as the attack started, he stops. "You're right." You are? Stupid you. He rises and helps you to your feet, a wicked gleam still in his eyes. You get a sudden horrible feeling that this is going to be a long night. A very long night. His grin grows as he picks up on your thought. You lean over and hit the resume button. Apparently deciding that you were in need of mouth-to-mouth, Obi grabs your hips, thrusts you against the wall, and proceeds to kiss you senseless. "Wait," you manage between kisses. "Our clothes..." "Fuck the clothes." He growls against your lips. "I'm a Jedi. No one will remember us." Well, when you put it that way, you think faintly. Coherent thoughts are difficult with the handsome Jedi enthusiastically kissing you and rubbing himself (he has another erection already?!) against you. The elevator chimes and the doors slide open, but he is reluctant to stop kissing you. His hands slide up to your rear, squeezing each cheek almost painfully in each hand, and continues his attack of your lips as you two make your way to your room. He presses you against the wall next to your door as one hand gropes in your pocket for the key. You both pause as you hear voices down the hall, heading in your direction. "Hurry up!" You hiss at him, and he frowns at the stubborn lock. "How does this contraption work, anyway?" He asks. You give a frustrated sigh. "Oh, just move and let me at it." He steps back to let you down. You make some headway with the lock, but almost drop the key as he steps up to press his body against your backside. You almost moan, but the nearing voices bring you crashing down on reality. You manage to open the door with a very talented, very male hand slowly caressing your backside, and hurry in, pulling the General behind you. Before you have a chance to lock the door, you're once again pinned to the wall. "No more interruptions!" He glares into your eyes. "Just us, alone in your apartment..." his eyes flare up with a mischievous glint. His hips circle against yours. "I need you." You both groan. "Again?" He grins at you. "Still." "Obi, I don't know-" your protests are cut off as he covers your mouth with his own. Your eyelids close, and eyes roll back into your head as he slowly kisses you senseless. You moan as you feel his hard organ rub emphatically against you. You try to pull away from him to attack his neck and chin-turnabout is fair play, after all! - But he gives a deep, rumbling moan and presses himself harder against you, passionately massaging your lips. You let one hand slide down his back to squeeze his firm buttocks. He growls and presses himself into your caress. You reach down to let one hand slide between his legs and tease his sac. He breaks away from your lips with a moan, and you gasp for air. His eyes shooting sparks into you, he reluctantly coaxes your hand away from his privates and lets you down from the wall. You give a confused frown at his jade-green eyes. "Wha-" He spins you around a pushes you, face-first, against the wall. All questions are driven out of your mind as his thick member slides between your butt cheeks and rubs itself caressingly against your mound. Your breath coming in short bursts, you let out a small squeak on each exhalation. You feel his breath hit your shoulder. His breathing is far more rhythmical than yours, the bastard. Then you hear a noise against your shoulder. It takes you a moment to recognize it; he's purring. His hands sneak forward and lock around your waist like steel bolts, holding you firmly in place as he continues his caresses and purrs. "Oh, baby..." his breath hisses in your ear. "You feel so good, so..." he cuts of and lets out another purr/growl. "Obi...please. Can't...pleeease. Can't take much more..." You groan loudly as he purrs directly into your ear. "What do you want, baby? Anything...” His voice is strained. You turn your head to face him. "Fuck me, Jedi." His eyes light up with mischievousness and hunger; and, for a second, you wonder what you've gotten yourself into. But your doubts are squandered as he pushes into you, hard. For a moment, he doesn't move. He just sits there, reveling in the feeling of being inside you, and of your pert bottom trapped, pressing against him. "Scream." He purrs, his lips brushing against your ear. Then he pulls out slowly, and delivers a powerful thrust, leaving your knees weak and watery. His hands drift up to tease your breasts as he delivers thrust after thrust into you. Forget seeing, you struggle to breathe as he pounds himself into you. When one large hand strays down and rubs at your clit, you cry out. "Close, but not quite." He grunts in between thrusts. "Scream." Between his organ's pounding and his hand's frantic caresses, it won't be long. You let out steadily growing whimpers on each exhalation. Your whimpers quickly spiral into moans, then shouts, until you finally let loose a long scream as your world explodes, and colors dance in front of your eyes. You faintly hear his cries as he climaxes with you. His frantic pumping slows, then stops. For a moment, you are only aware of your breathing, and his. You let out a soft whimper as he pulls out of you, and slowly lowers you both to the ground, never letting you out of his embrace. After a long moment, he places a gentle, chaste kiss behind your ear. One of his arms slides up diagonally across your chest, hand resting on your shoulder. He pulls you closer into him and buries his face in your neck. You let your eyes half close as you warm yourself in the glow of his tenderness and love.
Isn't she lovely
"What are you thinking, Obi?" You finally ask. You feel him smile as he raises his head up to answer you. "How much I love you, angel." He gives a sigh. "You know, angel...I have to leave tomorrow." You nod. "I figured it was something like that, given your...enthusiasm." He buries his face in your hair and breaths in your scent. "But we still have tonight." You say hesitantly. He pulls back, looks into your eyes, and gives a solemn nod. Before you know it, he leans in to kiss you, and you are lost again in the Jedi's arms. The End
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