"Take this off," Obi-Wan whispered against the shell of her ear, brushing his fingers over the dark strands of hair that were not hers. His hips stilled for a moment, buried deep inside of her, but he continued pressing lingering kisses to her skin.

Aala reached up to carefully pull the wig off and tossed it to the floor. Before she could do anything else, one strong hand was in her hair, using the Force to help pull the pins out, then he spread her long tousled blonde waves out across the pillow. "Aala," he sighed into the curve of her neck, repeating her name again instead of the one she'd chosen for their game.

"You can't scold me anymore if I call you Obi-Wan at home then," she teased.

"Mmmmmm," his hips began to move again, a slow, measured rhythm, sliding smoothly in and out of her body, so hot and snug. "Maybe you should just stick with calling me 'Master'."

Her soft laugh quickly turned into a gasp of pleasure "You'd - oh - you'd like that...wouldn't you."

He pulled back to give her a wolfish grin. "Let's find out."

"Oh -" she moaned softly.

"Now darling," he started, pausing to lower his head and flick his tongue across her nipple again. "It's been a long time, and I'd like this to last as long as possible." He angled his hips and slid deep inside her.

A whimper escaped her and her eyes fluttered closed then opened again to meet his.

"Can you handle that?"

"Mmmmmm..."

"Well, that's not a proper response."

Aala sighed softly but it was laced with pleasure and longing and surrender. All the while he continued to slowly pump his hips into her body. "Y-yes..." she whimpered again. "Yes, Master."

A frisson of pleasure rushed through his body and he moaned, his hips jerking hard unexpectedly.

She gave a slow smile, entirely aware of her own power over him with the utterance of that word. A husky chuckle escaped him at her pleased look. "I love you," he murmured. "I love you so much."

"I love you too," she sighed, as his hips kept that slow, steady rhythm. "Master."

He rumbled, low and deep from his chest, pressing his mouth into the curve of her neck. In the next moment, he picked up his speed, changing his angle until he heard her gasp. Then he kept there, stroking that spot inside her over and over, even as the feel of her warm body rippling and clenching around his length threatened to overwhelm him.

"Aala," he said, voice low. "I want you to come when I tell you."

A soft cry escaped her lips and she arched her back.

"Aala..."

She gasped, then licked her lips, and whispered, "Yes, Master."

He kissed her, slow and deep, then pulled back to watch her as he slid one hand down between their bodies. Nimble, strong fingers moved to her slick center, just above where they were joined and he started with soft slow circles. Her muscles contracted tight around him at his first touch and he had to fight to keep control. He called on the Force to help him; he intended to make this last.

She took a deep breath and bit her lip moaning softly.

"Almost, darling girl," he whispered, watching every expression that crossed her lovely features.

"Yes...yes," she answered, gasping now, on the precipice, drowning in bliss.

As he kept the steady rhythm thrusting into her body, he changed the motion of his fingertips, rubbing tighter quick circles right over her clit.

"Obi..." she cried out, all thoughts of proper names gone. She was on the very edge of release now, but holding on for him, he knew.

"Good girl." She was so beautiful like this, completely a part of him, taking all the pleasure he could give her, he wanted to stay like this forever. But he granted her mercy after another moment, switching to the slick up and down motion of his fingers he knew she liked best and increasing the pressure just enough. He lowered his head to whisper in her ear. "Come for me."

Aala shattered instantaneously, crying out wordlessly as her body shuddered and rippled under his. Her back arched and she clutched at his shoulders as she came apart on his cock and his fingertips, whimpering, overcome with pleasure. Obi-Wan watched, enraptured as she climaxed, writhing underneath him, and continued watching her with each aftershock that made her shake as he gradually slowed his ministrations until he was still. When her cries ceased he was still buried deeply inside her trembling body, his fingers pressed gently to her throbbing center. It had taken every ounce of his willpower and skill in the Force to not come with her.

Ben gently removed his hand, letting his weight settle lightly on top of her as she finally began to come down from her high and started to try to catch her breath.

He tangled his fingers in her hair, resting his weight on his forearms and nuzzling her shoulder, brushing his beard against her sensitized skin as he let her recover. After awhile she sighed deeply, her eyes fluttering open to look at him. "Oh dear Force," she mumbled as she shifted, realizing he was still fully hard inside of her.

Obi-Wan chuckled, giving a very slow, lazy thrust of his hips. "I want one more from you, my darling."

"That kind of control is entirely unfair," she sighed, but she was smiling. Despite her teasing words he could feel her relaxing beneath him, kindling to him again.

"Even when you receive all the benefit?" He lifted a brow at her.

"Well when you put it that way." Her eyes closed again and she gave a soft sigh, moving her hips a little to feel him inside her. He knew she was probably feeling over-stimulated and a little tired, but he could sense her desire for more as well and he would take it slow, build up her pleasure again bit by bit until she was ready... But he would ask her to be sure.

"What do you want, love..." He bent his head to nuzzle her cheek. "Do you want more?"

"Mmmmmmmmm."

Maybe he just wanted to hear her ask him for it. He kissed her mouth. She parted her lips for him right away and he chased her tongue with his own, dancing with it, teasing and stroking.

"Tell me," he murmured between kisses.

Aala kissed him again, suckled at his lower lip then pulled away.

"Tell me what you want, love."

"More Ben...slow..."

"Anything." He began to move his hips again, slowly pushing inside her body then sliding out. He changed the motion of his thrusts to give her as much pleasure as he could from the beginning but continued to take it slow, watching the reactions that crossed her face. Lowering his head, he brushed his mouth against hers. They shared a breath between them then he deepened the kiss. Already she was making the little whimpering noises he loved, the ones that set him on fire. But then he liked every sound that fell from her lips. When he hit a sensitive spot inside her with his steady thrusts she broke their kiss, giving a soft cry.

"A little...longer..." he managed, voice gruff. For he was right on the precipice with her already but he didn't want this bliss to end. She 'hmmm'ed her pleasure and bit her lip. It made him smile.

"So good..." she whispered. "Yes...".

Oh he wanted to feel her again. Feel her completely fall to pieces in his arms. It seemed she wanted the same thing.

"Ohh...right there...please Obi-Wan."

A deep groan escaped him and his pace increased, he couldn't control it anymore. His sweet girl. She felt like fire beneath him. He wanted this forever.

"Please...touch me."

A groan escaped him as he reached to slide his fingers to her center once more. The tip of his finger touched her swollen bud but he didn't stroke her, not yet. Just a little longer.

When she cried out again, ecstasy surged through his body like lightning in his veins and he couldn't hold back. He felt saturated in pleasure from her. With heavy lids, he cracked his eyes open to look at her in the dim light as he began to rub her with his fingertip, slippery with her essence, still thrusting. "Come," he whispered. At his command, she shattered again, crying, her body squeezing around him. Force he loved watching her come apart for him. Then his own climax hit hard.

His hips jerked roughly as his orgasm pulsed through him, every muscle in his body seeming to convulse and release at once, taut and trembling. Spilling into her, Obi-Wan gave a long gruff moan, lost to sensation. He had to close his eyes but he dropped his head, letting his lips brush over her cheek, unwilling to not take advantage of any connection to her he could have.

Her body rippled around his cock as wave after wave of pleasure washed over them both. He could feel hers almost as well as his own and he tried to reflect it back to her again. Her breathing was harsh, her eyes still squeezed shut and he stayed sheathed inside her as aftershocks wracked her body even when his had subsided.

He couldn't help give a little hum of satisfaction when she finally opened her eyes, still a little glazed from bliss. Her cheeks were flushed, and she clutched at his shoulders.

"How was it?" he teased, his voice a bit hoarse.

She gave a soft laugh and a long sigh, slipping her hands down his back and over the spare curve of his buttocks. "Perfect."

AN: Happy New Year everyone, I hope it's wonderful. Please let me know if you are enjoying, thanks for reading, leave a review!