In The Middle Of The Night
Padmé awoke to soft whispers in her ear. "Angel, please wake up." The whispers were so close, the breath tickled her. "I need you." Her body responded to familiar caressing hands and she knew in the haziness between dreams and consciousness that it was her Anakin, pressed up against her back. She half-turned her head to let him know she was awake.
Emboldened by her receptiveness, he kissed her earlobe, then pressed his lips warm and tender to her neck, moving her curls out of the way. He then kissed the base of her neck at her spine, moving across to her shoulder. Finding the thin strap of her nightgown, he gently pulled it aside down her arm. Then he reached around her and caressed her bare breast.
Padmé arched her back against Anakin, moaning. She reached up, turned her head, and kissed him as he continued massaging her breast. It was a long deep kiss that spoke of her own desires as she tugged on the small lock of hair at the back of his head.
In one fluid movement, he rolled her onto her back, breaking their kiss. Grinning at her lustily, he tugged off the other nightgown strap, leaving her exposed to her waist. But Padmé noted the way he was straddling her left him vulnerable. Smiling naughtily, she slipped her hand down her husband's sleep pants and found his maleness.
"Mmm...P-p-padm..." He could barely speak as his breathing became heavy and ragged with her ministrations. His reaction amused her. He was always very sensitive to her touch.
For several moments Anakin allowed himself to take pleasure in Padmé's caresses. Then gently but firmly, he moved her hand away from his manhood. He was determined to take control again of the situation. He removed the remainder of her nightgown, leaving her bare to his adoring eye. Leaning over, he took one of her breasts into his mouth. The sensation of his lips, tongue, and teeth play and tease at her nipple was maddening enough for her. But then he slipped his fingers into her feminine folds.
"Unaaaah..." she cried in a guttural voice. The sensations he stirred in her were beyond description. He moved back and forth between her breasts with his mouth as his fingers stimulated her bud and then slipped in and out of her opening. Her head swam. She was coming precariously close to the edge already. Instinctively, she reached down and easily found her lover's hardened member, still shielded by the thin material of his sleep pants. She rubbed it as she reached her climax, trembling beneath Anakin's weight.
He sat up to wriggle out of his sleep pants. Before Padmé had fully recovered from her first climax, he gently positioned her in a way they both knew brought them maximum pleasure. Then he entered her with a mighty thrust. They moved together in a wild, rollicking rhythm.
It was a wonderfully decadent way of lovemaking. Padmé felt like a wild animal rutting in the meadows with her mate, but she didn't care. Neither did Anakin judging by his own deep groans.
"Ani, I'm going to...ah..ah...ah..." Her voice trailed off, rising in pitch as it did so. Looking into his intense blue eyes, she came, but his kiss absorbed most of her cries. Then he reached his own climax as she kissed him and she felt the warm wave of seed entering her.
For several long moments, they lay panting in each other's arms. Their bodies glistened with the sweat of their exertions. Finally Anakin spoke. "You're incredible," he said, brushing stray curls out her eyes. "I feel like the most fortunate man in the universe."
"And for this, you can wake me any time," Padmé replied, placing an appreciative kiss on the tip of his nose.