Title: What Obi Wants
* * * * * “Obi Wan, I said to just forget it.” You give an exasperated sigh. The stubborn man simply won’t let it go. Just because you threatened to tell on him to Anakin…you weren’t serious. But he doesn’t seem to get that. “What if I don’t want to let it got, angel?” You narrow your eyes. You recognize that tone, and the devilish gleam in his eyes. “Obi, if your thinking what I think you are…” you both stop, just staring at each other as a slow grin grows on his face. After a long moment, he pounces, moving faster than you thought possible. His arms circle around your waist and pull you tightly against his chest. His hands slide underneath your shirt and zoom in on the ticklish spots he found on accident a while ago. His fingers dig into your sides and wriggle around. Your legs jerk spasmodically as you let loose a series of helpless giggles. You frantically wriggle around in his arms, trying to escape. But every wiggle you make only pushes his fingers around on an extra-sensitive area, doubling you over as you laugh harder. He doesn’t urge you to wiggle more, but you can feel the taunt anyway. “O-Obi, gyah!” He moves his fingers up and down your sides, hitting all of your most sensitive points. “Let mmm…” You let out a shriek as his fingers zone in on a spot he hadn’t found before. “Ah, now this is new.” He rumbles behind you, and attaches his hands to the new spot, devotedly causing you to shriek and writhe against him. You open your mouth again to threat, beg, plead, anything. Just make this stop! But every time you open your mouth, his fingers give an extra wriggle, causing some long moments of shrieks and intense giggling. “Weren’t you trying to say something, angel? Was there something you wanted?” He taunts in your ear. You open and close your mouth several times, but with no different result than before. He clearly isn’t very interested in allowing you to breathe, let alone breathe to beg. Then, suddenly, he buries his face into the sensitive spot where neck meets shoulder and rubs his beard repeatedly over it. You let loose a series of delighted screams at the combined stimulation. You throw your head back and once again try to speak, but it’s hard to form words in between your own screams. He gives an approving rumble, then speeds up the motion of his fingers and beard. Your shrieks and screams grow louder and faster, and you faintly wonder how you are getting enough breath for them. “Obi…stop…just let…” a pause for a few minutes of loud screams in succession. “Can’t…” “If you can still talk,” he rumbles suddenly, halting his frantic efforts, “then I’m obviously not doing a good enough job.” Your eyes widen. Your not sure how much more stamina you have for this. Before you can protest, he dives in again. His fingers attach themselves to the spots right above your hips, and his beard scratches against your neck. You let out a long scream as he redoubles his efforts, and press up against him for support. Your legs kick back convulsively, blindly trying to hit him enough to make him stop. This only makes him laugh, and you can feel the vibrations of his chest against your back. He rolls you over onto your stomach and straddles your back; one hand breaks away from your hips and snakes under your shirt, pushing it up to your shoulders. You let out a gasp through helpless giggles and shrieks as a warm, wet pair of lips press themselves in a line traveling up your spine. Your eyes water and spine turns to jelly. You try to moan, but are suddenly and forcefully reminded of the position of his hands as he expertly forces a series of shrieks and screams out of you. You gasp as his lips move to the sensitive skin between your shoulder blades. You barely notice that his fingers have stopped their wiggling, and are now rubbing random patterns over your back and sides. As Obi bathes your shoulders with his tongue, you let out a gasp as you feel something long and hard growing against your buttocks. Your world briefly spins as you are flipped over. Obi straddles above you with wild, deep green eyes. "I want you," he growls, and captures your lips in a passionate kiss. Your arms lock around his neck, hanging on for dear life as the General ruthlessly plunders your mouth. You moan against his lips as he grinds his hips into yours, his tongue sliding in and out of your mouth in time with his hips. At last he releases his stranglehold on your lips and you gasp for breath. Your eyes unfocus as he attacks your neck, licking and sucking and biting as his hips rhythmically grind yours into the floor. The combined stimulation of his hips on yours and his beard on your neck is almost enough to make you orgasm right there. He stops suddenly, and sits back, simply staring at you. You look at him questioningly, but before you can say anything, your clothes are ripped from you, without the help of human hands. You gasp indignantly. "Obi!" you exclaim. He gives you a mischievous grin and dives back into your neck. His hands slide up your torso and come to rest on your breasts, fondling and rolling the tips until you give a moan. He growls into your neck as his hands slide behind you, then move down until they rest on your buttocks. He squeezes them firmly in each hand, tilting your hips up to meet his. Feeling cloth against your bare skin isn't what you want, so you begin tugging on tunics, pants, anything you can get a hold of. A bass chuckle vibrates against the skin of your neck, making you moan again. "Getting anxious, are we?" "Paddleslut, if you don't take your cloths off right now...” You trail off as he rises up and looks at you, a dangerous light in his eyes. "What did you call me?" You give him an innocent look. "What, you don't like Paddleslut?" "I'll have you know," he growls at you, "that I passed my trials for knighthood over 10 years ago." Your grin grows wider. "That may be true," you say, bringing a hand up to stroke his beard. "But I seem to recall that, when we met, you still had a LOT to learn!" You grind your hips against his to emphasize your point, grinning as he leans his forehead against yours and moans. He pulls back to glare at you. "You're going to pay for that," he says in a low growl, before descending his mouth to your breast and sucking hard. You let out a long moan and arch into his mouth, wanting to feel more of that warmth on your skin. He laughs again as he pulls away, looking deep into your eyes with a wicked twinkle in his own. "Time to show you what I've learned, Mastah!" Before you can react, he dives down your body, sealing his mouth around your opening. His lips and tongue find your clit and war for possession of it. You groan loudly as your hips thrust themselves further into his mouth. Your eyes roll back in your head and you gasp for breath as his tongue finds your sweet spot and rubs over it frantically. "Obi!" You gasp as the first wave of pleasure cuts over you like the lashing of a whip. He gives a groan/growl and presses his face further into you. All words are cut off as the waves flash themselves over you again and again. Your back arches impossibly as you scream and explode in his mouth. He makes a happy, eager noise, and licks and sucks you dry. Your back thumps back to the ground as you finally, finally die down. Your eyes are slitted half-closed. Wow. You haven't had an orgasm that intense in... awhile. Obi Wan slides up your body, your juices glistening on his beard. He has a large grin on his face as he brings his mouth to yours and kisses you. He starts soft and gentle, but grows in urgency as you become aware of a large hardness pressing itself urgently against your thigh. He pulls himself up off of you for a moment, and his tunics and pants come flying off as he drops himself back down onto you. The hair on his chest rubs roughly against your breasts, making you moan softly. "I need you. Now," he growls in your ear. You open your mouth to protest; you don't have enough energy for this! But words fall away as, with one thrust, he buries himself in you up to the hilt. For a moment, he doesn't move. He just sits there, enjoying the feeling of being inside of you. Then, with a groan against your neck, he begins. Your head thrashes uselessly from side to side as he pumps himself in and out, slamming you into the carpet with each thrust. You hear your voice rising to a scream as your back arches again, forcing you to press against him. Wordlessly, he leans down and sucks a breast into his mouth harshly. The tremors begin then, spasming your hips in time with his increasing thrusts. He lets out almost a yell as your spasms force him even deeper into you. Suddenly, he explodes within you, his hot seed bursting and forcing you over the edge. You scream and let loose the waiting orgasm, and collapse into blackness. You're not sure how much time passes before you resurface. The first thing you are aware of is a hot, wet muscle gently bathing your right ear. You groan and open your eyes. The General is sprawled out on top of you, his head disappeared on one side of your neck; obviously, devotedly licking your ear awake. "Awake, precious?" He rumbles into said ear. His hot breath blows against the wet skin, sending shivers down your spine. You swallow. "Obi?" "Mmm?" "Next time, can we get a bed?" He laughs as he scoops you into his arms. "Anything for you, Love," he says softly, carrying you into the bedroom. The End
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