A/N: As you were warned in the next chapter, from this point on, this story is rated M. I don't know about you, but I love reading and writing rated M content, it's freeing and allows you to really write to your hearts content without restraint and I love that. This picks right up from where the cliffie last chapter ended and things take a turn...for the better, between the estranged couple. I decided to make this chapter mostly about just Anakin and Padmé, and their chemistry together (in bed and out). I'm really proud of this chapter and I hope you will be too!
And I just want to give a special shout out to my beta who helps me greatly when I need it the most with my stories! You're awesome!
Without further ado...I hope you enjoy!
Second Chances: Chapter Eleven
Anakin Skywalker
Uh oh...
We break our lip locking to peer up into two pairs of eyes that match our own. Luke looks like he's in full blown shock; Leia merely amused.
We are so busted...and to be honest, a part of me...a very large part...is glad. This isn't how I wanted them to find out, but apparently, it's the way they found out, and we're just going to have to roll with it.
Padmé leans back in my embrace, and she and I share a look of silent communication again before I decide to grab the bull by the proverbial horns.
Well, here goes nothing...
"Luke, Leia," I say, garnering their sole attention. A part of me doesn't know what to say, the other part tells me to just be honest and tell them the truth. To stop lying to them, even if it wasn't me who's been lying to them all this time. "Ever since I met your mother, I've loved her, and she loves me. That has never changed in all these years." Way to sound corny, Duffus...Shut it! I scold myself. "I've just had to tell her some bad news about my mother that she was unaware of before now, and, well...things happened," I keep Padmé locked firmly in my arms but manage a half shrug, "We got a little carried away, I guess, but that's because we still love one another."
There's no denying that fact. And, I wouldn't deny it, not even if she wanted me to. Whether she wants to say it aloud or not is another matter, but she can't deny she still loves me, always has, and always will.
Just like me.
"Oh, right." Luke says, scratching the back of his neck nervously and turning a bit red in the face. Almost like he just saw his mother making out with a man he barely knows...Wait, that did just happen, didn't it? "I'm sorry about your mom. I know you do your annual celebrity softball game in her honor."
Damn, he's a great kid, and if that doesn't want to make me cry like a little girl again...he's talking about her as if she's a stranger to him, which I guess she is, of course. Like she wasn't his grandmother...but, yeah, he doesn't know that, and he'll never get the chance to meet her now.
He'll never get the chance to know how great of a mother she was, how great of a grandmother she would've been.
That doesn't mean Padmé, Gray, and I can't tell them both, though, because we will. And, that's going to be both a pleasure and painful. I shake that thought off for the moment.
Mom wouldn't want me to be thinking like this. No, she'd want me to be the father they deserve. She'd want me to raise them, the way she raised me. Loving them unconditionally, always being there for them when they need me the most and by just being me.
She taught me a lot, and what she taught me the most was to just be me. She would always tell me that people would think whatever they want to think, which is true, they do, but that the most important thing to do is to live life on our own terms, to hell with everyone else.
And, she had a point. I saw that a lot in NCAA Football and in my years in the NFL and in all that time, I haven't changed who I was at all. I've been nothing but consistent, been nothing but true to myself.
I'm not about to be any different now, least of all in front of my twin children.
"Thanks, Luke," I whisper, my heart aching from everything that's happened over the last month or so. I have everything I want- everything I need, it'd just be that much sweeter if Mom was still here with me to share it.
My hand goes to my heart, where the locket is burning against my chest. I pull it out from under my shirt and open it up, smiling, teary-eyed down at it.
"She gave me this just a week before she..." I trail off, they know what happened. No need to say it again. "Gray and I were with her to the end, and besides her making him promise to be there for me always, she told me to never give up. It's become my motto as an NFL player and the words written on every ball I throw in every game I play, and it's also the motto for my charity foundation...To me, it's more than just words, it's become who I am." I gaze up from my locket to look at the three most important people in my life. In such a short time, they've become my life. They've become who I am.
Leia's looking at me, like she was earlier tonight when I told her why I called Padmé, Angel, the doe-look in her eyes and everything.
Luke's looking at me, like he's trying to escape the emotion surrounding us. Can't say I blame him, I'd like to escape them, too.
And, Padmé's looking up at me, like she's trying to offer me comfort, and she is just by being here with me. I never meant to hurt her by telling her the truth. I never want to see her hurt or in pain, but there was no getting around this.
She had to know. Luke obviously did; though, he apparently never mentioned it to his mother. Why would he though? He never knew about us being...an us.
Padmé finally breaks the silence that's fallen over all of us, "Ok, it's been well over thirty minutes, you two, time for bed now." The twins scamper off with a unanimous "Yes, Ma'am!" and Padmé begins to stand, then I do the same.
We smile softly at each other, and she heads back to the sink to finish rinsing off the dishes, and I go grab the rest of the silverware and the table napkins for her. Once everything is loaded in the dishwasher, she adds in the detergent, closes it, and starts the wash cycle. She grabs the napkins, turns off the overhead light, and a soft blue LED nightlight pops on instantly over by the stove. She heads out of the kitchen with me in tow and across the hall to the laundry room to deposit the soiled dinner napkins. I quickly take a peek inside...It's enough to notice the room is big and is in as much of a need of updating as the rest of the house I've seen thus far. I add more to my mental checklist.
Heading back out into the hall, I have to fight back a moan.
I guess this is the part I've been dreading...the part where we say goodnight. I don't want to, though. I want to stay. I've just gotten a taste of heaven again, for the first time in twelve lonely years, and I don't want to lose it. Not now. Not ever.
But, the ball is in Padmé's court, and we're in her home territory. She calls the shots here, and we also have to think of the twins...It isn't like it used to be between us, when we could sneak around our parents and make out wherever.
Now, we are the parents and have to sneak around our twin children. Who would've ever thunk that? Certainly not me. Honestly, this still feels like a dream. It feels like any moment now I'm going to wake up and realize that everything that's happened since Padmé and Luke walked into my life that evening at the meet and greet was just in my head and not real.
I wouldn't be able to survive that.
"Stay with me."
What?!
My head snaps in Padmé's direction, and her beautiful brown eyes are looking up at me, and do I see longing in them? "What about the twins?" The unwelcome words are leaving my mouth before I could stop them. Because they are what matter most. What they saw down here is nothing like what I really want to do with Padmé, and if I stay with her tonight...things are bound to happen.
No, I know for a fact things will happen, because I won't be able to stop them. Wouldn't so much as try.
But, she doesn't seem to mind, as she walks closer, nearly touching me, and looks up at me with darker lust-filled brown eyes, dammit! My dick hardens instantly and tries to break the zipper on my shorts.
"I'll stay." She smiles, raising an eyebrow at me that's challenging me to say or do otherwise. We both know I could never say no to her. I was just thinking of trying not to traumatize the twins any further with her moaning like she did when we had sex over and over again on Prom night.
And, those lust-filled eyes of hers definitely assure me that there will be sex.
And, I can't even describe the feelings that come to mind when I think of finally having her in my arms again. It's definitely a dream come true.
My fantasies come to life.
She motions for me to follow her, and we head towards the carpeted steps. We walk upstairs and more pictures frame the wall of the stairwell. We walk by them, reach the upstairs hallway, and she heads to a door on the left, pausing to listen, she knocks and opens the door, walking in.
It's Luke's room, and Padmé wasn't kidding when she said he was a huge fan of mine. He has various posters of me and 49ers memorabilia plastered up on every wall. He even has a 49ers bedspread. I can't help but smile, pleased at my son's love for the game and for my team in particular. "Sweetie, Anakin wanted to come up and say goodnight," Padmé says with a smile, moving aside to let me come in further. I walk over and give Luke a high five and ruffle his blond hair with a smile.
"Nice room, Little Man. I enjoyed dinner tonight. We got one more day of camp tomorrow, and I'm gonna wanna see that nasty spiral again. Ok?" I grin down at my son, wishing I could bend down and kiss him goodnight instead.
"You bet, Anakin! Goodnight!" Luke replies, a matching grin on his own face.
"Goodnight, Buddy. See you in the morning," I reply, as Padmé smiles at us both and she and I head out the door, where she pauses to tell our son goodnight before closing the door and motioning for me to follow her.
The next door down is open and reveals a normal sized bathroom. Just past that is obviously Leia's room, because Padmé pauses and knocks once more before opening the door and repeating her greeting, moving aside and allowing me to step into the room. I wasn't sure what to expect about Leia's room...but I can't deny I'm pleased to see there aren't any posters of male heartthrobs up on her walls yet.
That's a relief, to put it mildly.
Our daughter's room is done in soft buttercup yellow tones, with white and green accents. It makes me think of a field of pale yellow daffodils. She does have one poster of Mia Hamm up, as well as lots of family pictures and team pictures of her and her teammates. Her bedspread is white with a golden yellow crown on top of it, surrounded by golden stars. She is snuggled down in bed with a stuffed (and well worn) Princess Ariel, tucked in her arms.
How about that? My very own little princess. Suddenly, I grin, "You have a lovely room, Leia. Thanks for a wonderful evening. I really enjoyed it. Sleep tight. I'll see you in the morning, Ok?"
She nods her head and then yawns, "Ok, Anakin! Goodnight."
"Goodnight, Princess," I tell her, making her beam with pleasure.
Once more we head out the door with Padmé whispering goodnight to our daughter before closing the door. Turning to me, she smiles softly and motions for me to follow her once more.
Which I do, eagerly.
I follow behind her to the end of the hallway where the master suite must be. She opens the door, and we walk into her bedroom, shutting and locking the door behind us. Smart move. I love our kids, but for the rest of the night, I don't want to be disturbed. And, for me, it's almost like a blast from the past, as I look around. Instead of a double bed like she had as a teen, she now has a queen size mattress. Her room is done in colors of Wedgwood blue and white. I walk around and notice there aren't any photos of me hanging up, obviously, but there are plenty of her, Luke and Leia, as well as a few of her parents, Sola and her family, and some of her with a couple of dark-haired woman I don't know, obviously taken at work. I'm more than pleased to note there aren't any of Palo. I couldn't possibly bring myself to make love to Padmé with a picture of him in the same room.
Thankfully, that isn't the case here. Talk about a fucking relief.
Padmé watches me as I walk around her room, looking at all the pictures. I also note the various items on the nightstand on the left side of the bed. That must be the side she sleeps on, which is great, because I sleep on the right myself. Even subconsciously in this, we're a perfect match.
"Make yourself at home, Ani. I'll just be a moment." Padmé says, then opens a door on the opposite side of the room that's apparently the bathroom and steps inside, closing it behind her, leaving me alone in her large bedroom.
What do I do now? Is she just going to the bathroom or changing for our night together? Should I stay dressed or undress? Hell if I know. Prom night, we undressed each other as fast as we could, letting our clothes drop where they may. And, honestly, I hadn't planned on things going this far, at least not tonight. But I'm definitely not complaining.
This woman has been in my every waking dream, night after night, since I was fourteen. I've had more wet dreams where she was the main star than I can count. Hell, this actually was one of my dreams. One of my fantasies. She would open the bathroom door and come stepping out wearing some sexy as fuck lingerie, my eyes would nearly fall out of their sockets, and my jaw would drop to the floor, and my dick...Wellll-
The door opens, and just like my fantasies, Padmé steps out, but she's staring down at herself, as if she's unsure of her appearance. Hell, she's still the same self-conscious woman she's been throughout our relationship.
I wonder if that's why she's remained single since Palo died and why she didn't put herself out there. As much as my ego would like to believe otherwise, she definitely didn't do it because of me. If that was the case, she would've sought me out sooner, I think, but she didn't.
That leads me to believe she's still lacking confidence in herself, likely from all the bullying she suffered in high school, and that's something I'll have to change.
Starting now.
My fantasy of her in sexy lingerie is nearly dead on, the only exception is the way she sees herself. Because fuck me, I've never seen a more beautiful woman than her. If I didn't know better, I'd guess Sola bought this sexy skimpy black lace outfit for her, because the Padmé I knew all those years ago was way too shy to wear something like this. I banish that thought and almost drool seeing her nearly naked perfection all on display before me.
For me.
The scalloped shaped cups of nearly diaphanous black lace of her push up bra barely cover her breasts, which I've delightfully noted before, are much bigger, firmer, and more rounded, the nipples a dusky light brown compared to the rosy pink that I remember. I'll have fun with those, I think to myself with a smirk. Her belly is flat and toned, indicating she must exercise to stay in shape. My eyes skim down further to note a pair of nearly see through, black lace, string bikini panties that barely covers her perfect pussy, and that's also something I'm sure has changed a little, but changed in a good way, like the wider, rounded hips showcased to perfection before me. Padmé had a much more slender frame as a teen than the absolutely exquisite hourglass form I'm staring at now. After all, pregnancy and giving birth do change a woman's body, and in my woman's case, all for the better.
Oh hell yeah. Change is real good.
A feral grin on my face, I cut the distance between us and gently cup her beautiful face in my large, calloused hands, tilting her head back, taking her soft, pink, succulent lips in mine. I want her, more than I want my next breath. So much so, my dick is nearly painful in its need for relief, but I'm not going to rush things.
I've made that mistake with her once, and I won't do that again. No, we'll take things slowly, one step at a time.
First step tonight is getting her comfortable being with me again, to get her to remember this is me here with her.
We slowly kiss, there's heat behind it, as well as a promise for more to come. But, I want her to remember who she's dealing with here, to remind her that she can trust me. That I would never do anything to hurt her.
She's my whole world, always has been, and there's nothing I wouldn't do to make and keep her happy.
So, I take my time, molding our lips together before licking at her bottom lip, asking for permission to enter her sweet mouth. She parts her lips for me, and our tongues meet, dancing in a slow, sweet rhythm, until a moan escapes her mouth. I grin against her lips and pick up the depth and heat of our kisses. She's obviously enjoying this, and so am I.
I pick her up in my arms, bringing her more to my level and carry her over to her bed. My knees hit the mattress. I lower her down onto the mattress, and kicking off my boat shoes, I land on top of her.
Her lust-filled brown eyes meet mine, and her demand is clear: Make love to me. And, I will, gladly.
But, I'll take my time and take it slow. I've been waiting for this night for twelve years. You better believe I'm going to treasure this moment, for the treasure it- she is.
She's lying on the comfortable mattress under me, her small body totally at my mercy. Her lingerie is the only fabric in the way of me seeing her bare- raw. Just the way I love her, with nothing coming between us.
I reach under her, slowly gliding my right hand across her smooth bare back and undo the clasp on the back of her bra and ease her out of it, throwing it off the bed. I then reach down, hook my index fingers under the strings stretched over her hips and pull her panties down her legs and throw them off to the side, too.
My breath hitches as I stop kissing her and look at her beautiful body in the dark room, lit only by the moonlight shining in through the shades.
She averts her gaze from mine, and I bring my hand up to her face and gently force her to look up at me. "What's wrong, Angel?" I ask softly, hoping against hope she's not having any second thoughts about this.
She's the one who asked me to stay, after all, and it is she who changed into the lingerie...
She bites her lip and shakes her head. Her gaze meets mine, and her eyes tell me enough. They're no longer burning in their lust-filled intensity. Now they're meeting mine, and I can clearly see the uncertainty...the embarrassment there.
She needs some convincing. My woman just doesn't see herself the way I see her. And, I know my words alone aren't going to convince her, at least not for long. Nope. Actions speak louder than words, so it's said...and her self-consciousness and low opinion of herself stops here and now.
So, I stand up off the bed and take her hands in mine. "Come on," I coax her when she looks up at me confused. "We've played this game before, Padmé. But, never again. Now, I want you to see something through my eyes Babe." Maybe I should've done this a long time ago, but Prom night, we didn't have this option available to us.
Now we do.
I lead her into the bathroom and turn the lights on inside. Our eyes take a few seconds to adjust to the light, and then I step behind her, place my hands on her shoulders and lead her to the sink where there's a large rectangular mirror above the double vanity. I lean my head down to her shoulder and whisper into her ear, "Tell me what you see, Angel."
She takes a deep breath, and I can see her eyes in the mirror roaming over the beautiful sight of her body. It is so different from what I remember, but she's had twins since then and...surgery? That has to be a scar from surgery across her lower right abdomen, down near her groin. It's definitely not related to the thin, barely noticeable, pale white stretch marks across her lower belly and over her hips, where the lines are longer.
She never looked any more beautiful to me, though. I just wish she could see herself through my eyes.
"What do you see, Padmé?" I ask her again, after a long moment of silence.
She still doesn't answer, her face just turns red from what's probably embarrassment. Having stretch marks shouldn't be embarrassing for any woman who's had a baby. She gave birth to twins- our twins, and I love her all the more for that.
I don't care if she's not on the cover of the Sports Illustrated Swimsuit Issue or the Victoria's Secret catalog To me, she blows those women all out of the water.
There's no doubt in my mind about that, and I'd know. I may have dated one or two of them, and by date, I mean slept with once. They meant nothing to me. She, however, means everything to me. Sure, those models may have nice bodies, no doubt about it, maybe even smoking hot bodies, but those women don't hold the market share on beauty. The world is full of beautiful women of all ages, shapes, and sizes, and Padmé's got a fine ass body of her own...with one clear advantage over all the rest.
She owns my heart.
She is my first, my last, and my only true love- that'll never change.
"Want to know what I see?" I say softly, seeing as how Padmé isn't going to speak. I bring my face next to hers to get her to look at me when I tell her exactly what I see. "I see the most beautiful woman I've ever seen before and the mother of my children. I see the beautiful girl I fell in love when we were both fourteen. I see my heart and the love of my life." I slide my hands across her belly, tracing them lovingly over the stretch marks. "These lines you can hardly see? They don't detract from your beauty, Padmé, they only add to it. You've gotten these marks from carrying our twins, and there's nothing more beautiful to me than that."
There's also nothing more that I can add to make her believe me. She's always been the most beautiful woman in the world to me. And, breaking through to her was always something I was capable of doing, but she always found her way back into her shell.
Before it was because of her lack of communication with me, the bullying, her father, her always focusing on the future instead of the here and now and the list goes on and on.
If she'd talked to me back then, told me what was happening to her, then we could've found solutions to our problems and continued our relationship unhindered by those who wanted to bring us down.
Now that we're taking our first steps to getting back together, I'm not about to allow anyone to come between us ever again, not when so much more is at stake. Before, it was just Padmé and myself, now we have our twin children to care for, and if anyone tries to come between us again, I'll destroy them.
Utterly and completely.
"Oh, Ani," Padmé's choked sob brings me back to the present to find her teary-eyed in the mirror gazing at me. I grin at her reflection and wrap my long arms around her, holding her beautiful body tight against mine.
I tilt my head just a little and take her earlobe between my lips, nipping it gently with my teeth. "I love you, Angel. So much. I never stopped loving you." It feels good, freeing just to be able to say those words to her again. I've held them in for far too long now, and I know I never should've let her push me away to begin with.
I never should have given her an easy out.
If she really wanted to end things with me, then I would've given up, but that wasn't her talking that night and had I not been too caught up in my own mind at the time, I would've seen that.
Dwelling on the past won't change that history, however. What matters is that we're back together now, and there's nothing I won't do to keep it this way.
Permanently this time.
Padmé leans into my kissing and biting of her ear and moans. "I love you too, Ani." Her voice is back to normal, and her words have my eyes widening in surprise...and elation.
I've always known she loved me, she's told me so in the past, but hearing her say it after all this time...I can't even describe how it makes me feel. It almost makes me question that those words escaped her beautiful lips. "Say it again?" I demand, my voice husky.
Her laughter has my heart soaring. My words - along with my little demonstration - cracked through her shell. She's coming back to me. Like I said before, patience always works. "I love you, Ani. I always have, and I always will." Padmé says, her lips quirking into the most beautiful smile I've ever seen grace her lips.
Fuck yeah!
And, now I need those lips, I need them more than I need my next breath. Way more.
I spin her around and capture her lips in mine. She laughs as my lips crash down onto hers, and I scoop her up into my arms. Her arms come to wrap around my neck, and I elbow the light off as we exit the bathroom. I cross the room and lower her onto the bed, but keep my lips glued to hers.
That intensifying molten look comes back in her eyes, the brown going almost black with lust, and it makes me growl, deep down in my chest. The primal possessive caveman in me is coming out of a twelve year hibernation.
Her hands press against me, going under my polo shirt, she pulls it up, and only then do I break our kiss, so we can discard my shirt and toss it on the floor, out of the way. My shorts are next. She unhooks my belt, unsnaps the button, unzips them, and pushes them down my long legs. I kick them off to go in the same direction as my shirt, and my boxers quickly join them, leaving me buck ass naked just like the angel under me.
Her soft little hands glide up and down my back as my own hands glide up and down her side, only for one of them to end up cupping one of her breasts.
She moans softly into my mouth as I lock our lips back together and squeeze her breast gently, ingraining the feeling of the soft, warm mound into my memory. This is what heaven feels like, I was sure of it way back when, and I'm even more sure of it now.
There's not a feeling in the world that's more divine than this.
She's everything to me, and I plan on showing her just how much she means to me tonight. I may be a masochist by taking it slow when all I want is to be deep inside of her, fucking her to oblivion and back, but this means something to me, unlike all those faceless forgettable women over the last twelve years that I've simply fucked.
They were just a bandage for the arterial wound that Padmé left when she broke up with me, only she could properly patch me up and heal the injuries she caused.
With those women, all it was, was sex.
With Padmé, it's truly lovemaking. There's a huge ass difference there.
And, I'm more than loving that difference.
But, I need to make sure she's ready. If she isn't, then as much as I may not want to, I'll stop and wait for her to be ready. Because I love her.
"Angel, you sure you want this?"
Her molten brown eyes lock onto mine, and she nods. "Like my next breath." That's my girl! I grin ferally down at her and kiss her senseless, crushing her lips with mine and get more greedy with my lips and hand on her breast, sliding my long fingers up to lightly circle her areola, teasing her nipple, making it stand up for me.
Her back arches when I squeeze her nipple between my fingers, kneading it to get it ready for me. They're both already hard, just as hard as my dick, actually, which realizes just how close it finally is to Padmé's pussy, and it wants in.
My dick - like I do - wants her bad.
"Ani," Padmé whispers, placing her palm against my chest. I stop and give her my full attention, looking down at her beautiful face and steal another kiss before letting her talk. "Get over there." She points to the other side of the bed. She must see my confusion, but she pushes insistently at my chest, and I go and roll over, landing on my back on the other side of the bed.
She smiles a smile I've never seen before on her lips. It's downright feral. Her breasts sway beautifully as she rises to her knees and climbs over on top of me and straddles my hips. She bends forward, her nipples brushing tantalizingly against my chest, as she brings her lips down to mine for a chaste kiss before sliding sensuously down my long body and pressing kisses against me. My eyelids flutter closed in anticipation of just what she intends to do to me. First, she pauses to lash at my Adam's apple with lazy flicks of her tongue, before she slides her open mouth across my stubbly jaw line, wetly dragging the tip of tongue with it. Reaching my ear, she traces the tip of her tongue all around the shell and then blows in my ear, her warm breath sending wanton shivers of lust straight through my body to my dick, making it even harder. She seems to sense this, because she chuckles softly, darkly right in my ear, making me groan, and then she rewards me by taking my earlobe in her mouth and sucking on it, and my hips jerk up involuntarily, brushing the head of my dick against her wetness, and I can't help moaning at the sensations she's building in me.
She kisses my neck, and down towards my collarbone, she nips and sucks my flesh until I'm pretty sure she's marked me, something no other woman has ever done to me. Only Padmé.
But, as far as I'm concerned, she might as well have branded me, because I belong to her and her alone.
My chest receives her attention next. She explores my muscles lovingly by both taste and touch. Her fingertips and fingernails dance delicately across my own nipples, making them hard, before she leans down and circles them each with her tongue, first slowly then with rapid fire flicks that are tortuously delicate, and I can feel a fine sheen of sweat begin to break out on my skin. I feel tears flood my eyes behind my closed lids when she reverently places her lips against my locket and kisses it softly. I know it's her way of telling my mom she's sorry.
God, how I love this woman!
My heart is already hammering in my chest, and we're only just getting started here. Fuck, it's a good thing I'm an athlete and in such phenomenal shape; otherwise, she might be the death of me!
My belly is next on her slow migration downward. Her beautiful mahogany tresses sweep across my skin in her wake as she moves, and the innocent touch is only intensifying my pleasure. She explores my six pack abs, trailing her tongue along the lean lines of muscle, stopping to pepper soft kisses here and there along my skin, and my back arches off the bed when her warm wet tongue invades my navel and swirls round and round unexpectedly, and I feel my abdominal muscles clench tightly, as she slides her nose down through the trail of blonde curls leading from my navel to my groin. My dick is rock hard and standing erect in its blonde nest, and as she presses her face in my bed of curls and breathes my scent in deeply, the hot, hard column of flesh brushes against her neck, sliding up under her fall of hair, her curly locks wrapping around my dick in a loving caress.
She moves to brush her lips along my lean hips, sprinkling them both with loving kisses. I moan again. She's finally reaching uncharted territory for her, and I'd be lying if I said I and my dick weren't impatient for it to be next in line to receive such tender loving care. Other than caressing my dick with her hands Prom night, she didn't take the time to explore and map my body like she is now. I wish she had, but regrets are easily forgotten when she's treating me to such an incredible banquet of sensation as this one.
Finally...Finally!...She reaches my muscular inner thighs, as she comes to a stop between my legs. Gently, she presses her palms against the inside of my thighs, asking me to open them wider for her, which I do, gladly. I open my eyes and gaze down at the beautiful woman I adore who's now hovering over my pelvis. My dick is standing at attention, straining of its own accord to try and reach her mouth. I decide to help it plead its case by lifting my hips ever so slightly toward her, hoping she'll get the hint.
Hell yeah, she does.
She grins that sexy, sinful smile at me again and kisses the head of my hard dick. It twitches in shock and excitement, then bobs back toward her for more. She delicately slides her right hand up and down my dick before gripping it more firmly and slowly continuing to slide her hand up and down, pumping it.
Holy shit!
She may actually make me come just by doing this alone, and I don't want that. "Padmé," I breathe out softly. She just looks up at me, smirking, her lust filled eyes meeting my own lustful gaze, and then a wicked glint in her eyes shocks me at what she does next.
She is nothing if not full of surprises tonight. No, this isn't my first blowjob, of course, but this is my first ever blowjob from Padmé- the absolute love of my life. That alone makes it the most special and wonderful one I've ever received.
Padmé wraps her other hand around my dick too, as she brings her mouth down to its level, and she presses kisses up and down my dick, treasuring it in a way no other woman ever has before, and my dick loves it.
Loves it a lot, actually.
Her tongue comes into play, and my dick becomes slick with her saliva, and then she puts my dick out of its misery and stops being such a cock tease, when she takes the head into her mouth and...fuck!
It's seriously an effort to not explode right into her pretty mouth right here, right now. But, I will it down. Not yet! I demand, as I begin to see stars behind my now closed eyelids. She takes me in more, wrapping her pretty pink lips around my dick and taking me in, in, and in some more until she finally gags and pulls back, but doesn't retreat entirely.
Holy hell! Where in the fuck did she learn how to do this? I can't help but wonder silently.
I'm certain she's trying to kill me, because she grins! I can feel it! She actually grins, choking on my dick! She's seriously not the girl I remember, not the one in bed, at least.
Another louder moan escapes my mouth, and I look down again to see her grin gets wider as she tries again and again, until she deep throats me all the way down to my pubes. Oh fuck! Her warm soft tongue massages my dick, swirling all around it, as she pulls back, and her head begins to bob up and down, her soft tangle of hair draping like a silk curtain around my groin, partially obscuring my view, as she sucks my dick like it's seriously never been sucked before.
Oh my God! This is sheer ecstasy!
This is her first time ever sucking dick, and man, she's acing it! She never really was sexually adventurous when we were teens, either. Maybe this is her way of showing me that she's ready to try new things? Hey, I'm always down for trying new things, especially with Padmé. Nope, let me rephrase that. From now on, only with her. I'll gladly volunteer my services for just that, too. Nobody could ever say I'm not generous.
Man, I don't know where in the hell she learned how to give a guy a blowjob, but fuck if her skills at this don't put all other women's to shame! Seriously. This is, far and away, the single best blowjob I've ever had in my entire life. Bar none. Yes, mostly because it's Padmé giving it to me, but also, because she really is exceptionally skilled in this, and for a novice, she's fucking amazing at it
Somehow, though I don't really know how, considering I'm way beyond the fucking moon right now, I remain cognizant enough to make a mental note to ask her where she learned how to do this.
A moan louder than any I've ever moaned before rips out of me without warning, and I arch my back and suddenly explode in a series of hot wet bursts into Padmé's waiting mouth, my hips thrusting up, pumping my dick in and out of her mouth with each pulsing throb of my dick, as she swallows down every drop, continuing to suck me until I'm as dry as the Sahara. My chest heaves, trying to take in enough air, as my heart beats uncontrollably fast from the excitement my dick - and body - just had. Sweat trails down my forehead, my chest, my legs, even my balls.
Fuck, I need time to recover from that.
Dammit, I can honestly say, in all truthfulness, that no other woman I've been with in the past has ever made love to me before, nor has any other woman elicited that strong of a response from me before either.
Only Padmé makes me feel this way.
I manage to peer down at her and give her a slow, incredulous smile, which she returns, and honestly, her look is almost smug, like the cat who got the cream and the canary...I never would've expected that from her, and as much as I've always fantasized about it, I really thought that would be the only realm it ever existed in, given how shy and apprehensive she's always been.
But damn, my woman just continues to surprise me tonight! And, I plan on returning the favor...when I finally catch my breath.
Which might take me a few minutes.
A few moments later, Padmé climbs back up my sweaty body and kisses me, soundly, languidly. I can taste the salty tang of myself on her lips and am extremely turned on by it. My tongue sweeps her lower lip, and she opens her mouth eagerly, and our tongues mate feverishly.
We take pulls of each other's tongues, and then I wrap my arms firmly around her and roll us over onto her side of the bed. My knees sink into the mattress on either side of her hips, my forearms braced on the bed on either side of her head, making sure I don't crush her under me. I hover over her and smile down at her, as I work my way from her pretty pink lips, to her neck, where I pause to nibble on her earlobe, causing her to mewl in pleasure, before I move to her breasts where I stop and lick my way around her swollen nipples. Her back arches off the bed, and a beautiful moan escapes her mouth, making me grin against her breast. I take the puckered nipple into my mouth and flick the bud with my tongue a few times before sucking on it, hard. She arches her back on a gasp, forcing the soft mound further into my mouth.
Her body writhes under me, and she moans some more, and I let her nipple go. I move up and retake her lips with mine, and remind her to keep the noise down. We don't want to wake the twins...if they're asleep, and we certainly don't want them to come to the door, knocking and asking us what is going on in here.
That'd be a real mood killer for sure.
I pull my lips back and lift my right index finger to my lips in the universal signal to be quiet. She nods silently puts a hand over her mouth, and I smile and wink at her and kiss the back of her hand and then work my way back down her body to continue my re-exploration of her body. We've only had sex that one night. We made out countless times before that, true, but we only ever had sex together Prom night, and while we did have sex multiple times that night, neither of us really knew what we were doing.
And, we've certainly never done this together.
I lick my way back down to her breasts, continuing to lap at and suck her nipples for a few minutes. She always had beautiful pert breasts to me, even though she was self-conscious about their smaller size than other girls at school, but I can't deny I'm thrilled that her pregnancy only increased their beauty. I've heard men complain over the years that pregnancy often made a woman's breasts saggy and limp, but I am pleased that wasn't the case with Padmé's. Again, I'm guessing it's because she works out. I can feel her squirming underneath me, can feel goosebumps rising on her skin, can feel the acceleration of her heartbeat.
And, my own excitement grows knowing I am giving her a taste of the pleasure she's already given me.
My tongue glides down her flat belly over the beginning of her stretch marks, and I pause, hearing her catch her breath, seeing her eyes open wide, the uncertainty immediately back in her eyes.
I stop to savor the marks, to admire them, to treasure them. I want her to see that I love them, love her body, just like I always did, and no marks are going to deter me from that.
"You're so beautiful, Padmé." I kiss the marks, each row of them, slowly, tenderly, showing her I mean my words. "So fucking beautiful."
How she ever doubts her beauty is beyond me. She's seriously the most beautiful woman I've ever fucking seen. No lie.
I come down between her legs and gently spread them, moving my legs within hers, as I come to rest between them, and I flop down on my belly and lift her legs to drape them over my shoulders. I lick my way down from her belly button to the thick thatch of dark curls above her sweet pussy. I rub my nose in her pubic hair and inhale deeply, loving the smell of her sex, and I can't stop the possessive, predatory growl that erupts from deep within me as my eyes look upon her rosy pink womanhood for the first time, and then I lick my way through her curls, and flick my tongue over her clit. Her hips cant upward at the brush of my tongue against her hard, distended clit.
Another moan escapes her mouth and hand, loud enough for me to hear, and I grin, continuing to flick her clit with my tongue in a series of rapid strokes before licking my way down her folds into her tight, wet hole. She's dripping wet for me, too. I'm shocked! No woman I've slept with was ever this wet for me, and definitely not this soon.
I lick my way around her pussy, before burying my face inside her crotch. Her angelic scent wraps around me, filling my nostrils, and her taste is so intoxicating that I become drunk on it.
Drunk on her.
Like I've always been, always will be when I'm around her.
Man, she has me whipped, and I'm truly loving it.
Loving her.
My tongue plunges deeper inside of her, laps around her wet pussy, drinking her in and she tightens her slender legs around my head and pushes me deeper into her. My tongue swirls around and finds her sweet spot. Fuck yeah! I know this because of her gasps of pleasure, and the way her hips jerk upward against me when I hit it. As I begin thrusting my tongue in and out of her, I reach up with my right thumb and begin rubbing circles on her clit. She moans again, and I feel fine tremors sweep across her belly and in her thighs, and I know she's close.
Come on, Baby, I think to myself, Come for me, Angel.
And, suddenly, she let's out a garbled wail of "Ani!" then she comes into my mouth, her sweet milky orgasm filling me up. I drink her feminine essence eagerly, like it's the best drink on earth (which it is). The taste is just like her: Divine. And, just like she did me, I drink her bone dry.
A swell of masculine pride surges through me, knowing that I am the only man who has ever eaten her out or made her feel like this.
Once I get every last drop, I move my way back up her body, kissing and licking my way back up to her mouth, and I seal our lips together, and our tongues resume their erotic dancing once more
"Man, that...that was beyond awesome, Babe." More than awesome. Mind bending...mind blowing!
More than I ever expected or hoped to have happened tonight, or ever again, really.
She smiles her beautiful smile against my lips and simply hums in agreement, still recovering from her orgasm. Our sweaty bodies tangle together, and I'm sated, spent. Happier than I've ever been before.
"I love you, Angel."
"I love you too, Ani."
I grin wider and feel like I'm walking on air. How could this possibly be my life? It feels too fucking good to be true, real.
But, it is.
Our sexual escapades have me feeling tired. Padmé looks tired, too. She yawns up at me, and I laugh and fall back over to what I already consider my side of the bed and turn and wrap my arms around her and pull her into my warm embrace, spooning up against her back.
I'm a football player, which means I have a lot of stamina, and I never push myself too far past the brink, but damn if Padmé didn't push me way past it tonight. It may not have taken a lot of energy to suck each other off, true, but it was the fact we were doing it to each other...that had us both spent, plus the long, exhausting day we've both had.
It was a long one, and here it's ending in a way I never could've imagined, even this morning.
The way her body feels in my arms, like she was made just for me...it's unreal. I move my hands around her hip and lower abdomen, sliding them across her stretch marks and the noticeable scar that runs across her lower right abdomen that I know wasn't from giving birth. Those lines were all the same. This one was vertical and appeared to be more recent than the eleven and a half year old stretch marks.
"Angel, how'd you get this scar?" I ask her softly, while tracing it with my fingers.
She puts her small hand over mine and sighs. "A few years back, I had to have emergency surgery. Appendicitis."
Just as I expected. It looked like a surgical scar. Still, it must've hurt, and I wasn't there to take of her like I should've been.
"Did it hurt?" She turns her head to look up at me, her brown eyes locking onto mine, an eyebrow arching.
"Let's not do this, Ani." She says, confusing me. What does she mean by that? "Yes it hurt, but nowhere as much as giving birth...or ending things with you. These were all my choices. Please don't feel bad for not being there for me when I'm the one who pushed you away."
She sighs and takes my hand in hers, wrapping our fingers together. "Like you said, what's done is done. Let's start anew, just like we've just done. Can we do that?"
She's right. I sigh and let my own issues go. Then, I bring her hand up to my lips and kiss the back of her hand. "You're right, Angel." I grin. "We can do that, I want to do that."
I want to do so much more than that, like propose and marry her, finally putting my ring on her finger, but we're taking things slowly, as far as things regarding our family go. Us seeing each other again is one thing, the twins are another, and then the media circus finding out is yet a whole other.
One step at a time.
"Me too, Ani."
I raise my other hand to her face and turn her head just a little bit more and take her lips in mine.
We kiss slowly, lazily, just our lips pressing together. The kissing heats up, our kisses becoming more fervent, and then she's turning over so our bodies are facing one another, her breasts squashed against my chest, and I roll over on my back and pull her on top of me. Her legs are on either side of my hips, and her hard nipples press against my own as we continue kissing.
My dick becomes hard again in an instant. It's ready for some action of a different kind now. It's swollen head is pressing against her thigh. She grins against me, and just as we're about to continue, I pause and reach out to the side of the bed to grab my shorts, but they're out of reach.
Dammit. It figures.
I sigh and gaze up at her, a wry look on my face. She smiles down at me and gives me a half shrug. I sit us up and lean forward, pushing her down so she's on her back at the foot of my side of the bed, and I reach over the side of the bed for my shorts, pull out my wallet, and take out a condom.
After that night, so long ago, I've made it a habit to always carry a condom or two with me everywhere I go. I was hoping to get lucky that night, yeah, but in my nervousness and complete lack of experience, I forgot the most important thing we needed. As it turned out, I got lucky alright and ended up unknowingly becoming the father of twins.
This time that won't happen. I've come prepared, because I'm pretty sure she's not on the Pill now.
Always expect the unexpected.
Ripping open the foil wrapper of the condom with my teeth, I pull it out and roll it on with ease. Then I throw my wallet and shorts back down onto the floor and fall back on top of her, taking her lips back in mine.
We kiss for a few minutes, the heat behind our kisses intensifying until she pushes me off her and pushes me backwards. She isn't strong enough to actually push me and make me fall backwards so that I'm lying back on my side of the bed again with my head landing on the pillows, but this Padmé seems to like to take control, and I'm handing her the reins tonight.
Normally, being the forceful, decisive QB I am, I prefer to take control in bed, and I will continue to do so in my relationship with Padmé, but this is the first time she's had sex in twelve long years, and I want her to feel comfortable enough with me to be willing to try new things, to explore her sexuality with me within the exclusive confines of our relationship.
To that end, I am more than happy to allow her some leeway to express herself. Especially when we get to share in the pleasure.
She crawls up the bed and on top of me once again. She brings her sweet lips back down onto mine as she straddles my hips. I'm much larger than she is, and certainly much larger than I was the last time we had sex. She's ridden me before, true, but this time it's different.
There's so much history between us, and so much of what we remember about each other is different now, because we're different. We're not inexperienced kids on the stage of life anymore. We've grown up.
And, truth be told, I like the changes I'm finding in her. My woman coming out of her shell and becoming bolder with me, there's nothing quite like it.
I'm guessing motherhood made this side of her come out. It couldn't have been easy for her, and she had to learn how to raise twins on her own. If they were anything like we were, she had her hands full, that's for sure.
Despite that, she still raised two great kids. And, I couldn't be prouder of her for that.
She always was an overachiever, just one more thing for me to love about her.
My dick's hidden from my view, but I can feel it standing at attention, stiff as a board and tall. She's straddling my hips and can no doubt feel it pressing against her smooth bottom. She scoots her ass back just a bit and runs it over my dick as she comes to position herself above it.
"Ready?" I croak, reaching down to position the head of my dick at her entrance. Once again, I can't help but note she's soaking wet for me.
She nods, and I give her a wolfish grin as she lowers herself onto me and sinks down onto my dick. We both moan as her tight, wet heat comes to encompass my dick, sheathing me to the hilt deep inside her.
"Fuck, your're so tight, Babe," I manage to hiss through gritted teeth. If I wasn't seeing stars earlier, I'm sure as hell seeing them now, fireworks, too. Again, this is a sensation I've never experienced with any other woman but Padmé, and even though it's making me almost lightheaded, it's still fucking amazing.
She's sitting up almost straight, her gorgeous tits on full display before me. Her puckered nipples are stiff and standing erect for me. I can tell from here even with the only light in the room being the moon shining through the almost closed shades.
"Yeah, and you're so damn big, Ani." She shoots back, making me smirk.
"Is that a bad thing?" I tease, laughing at the look on her face.
She doesn't move. She's adjusting to me being deep inside of her again after so long, and I reach over to grasp her hips to steady her, and when she's ready, to pump in and out of her. "Easy, Angel. Take your time. We've got all night. No rush," I reassure her.
After a moment passes, she nods down to me, and I raise her up and begin to thrust my hips up, slowly at first, letting her become reacquainted with my dick in her before picking up my speed.
Her moans and mewls fill the room. They're not that loud. She's obviously trying to keep her voice down, so as not to wake up the twins. She reaches out with her hands and places them on my chest, I flex my muscular pecs, rewarding her for being so quiet.
We pick up the speed, I drive her hips up and down to meet each of my thrusts until I only hear her moans, my moans, and the sound of our flesh slapping together. It sounds like heaven, and I'm truly loving it, loving her. Staring up at her, I watch fascinated, as our movements cause her breasts to bob, bounce, jiggle, and sway in a magical dance for me alone.
"You're so fucking beautiful," I remind her, y'know, just in case she forgot.
We keep fucking each other until I feel her tightening around me, her grunts becoming louder, as do mine, and sweat begins to glisten on her sexy body. Sweat begins to pour off me as well, and we're slicker down there than we were before.
It isn't long before she lets out a strangled wail so loud she can wake the dead, and she screams out my name, "Ani!" I pull her forward towards me, crushing our chests together, and smother the noise with my mouth, thrusting my tongue deep in her mouth, trying to silence her, and that's when we both come in intense waves of the most indescribable pleasure. The condom becomes full with my juices, while she milks me with the rhythmic contractions of her orgasm, her own milky juices gushing down from inside her to soak my pelvis.
"Fuck!" I curse through my release, unable to believe I'm coming so much, seeing as how she sucked me dry not too long ago, but divine intervention happens when she's around.
Her sweaty body collapses onto mine, my dick still buried deep within her. Our chests heave as if of one mind, and we stay like this for I don't know how long with her head coming to rest in the crook of my neck, her breath tickling my skin and my hands cupping and kneading her ass.
Eventually, she makes the next move, kissing my neck before rolling off of me and flopping over onto her side of the bed. I get up, go to the bathroom and discard the condom in the trash, before grabbing a towel and cleaning myself up. Then I head back to bed, climb in under the covers and quickly pull her into my arms and tangle our sated bodies together.
"That...that was amazing, Angel." I finally say, smiling lazily against her hair. "Never knew you had that in you."
She turns her head just slightly, enough to look up at me with a beautiful smile. "Neither did I," she replies. And, I believe her one hundred percent. She may have ridden me the very first time we had sex, when I broke her cherry, but I was in control then and I was for most of this time, too, but she's always had control over me, in a way, and I allowed her to set the pace. I just followed her lead and let her take the reins tonight.
We remain silent for a while, and I begin to think she's sleeping. Our breathing slows down to its natural rhythm, and then she surprises me and scoots herself back just a little, enough so that her backside is pressing right up against my softened dick, which immediately begins to harden at her close proximity.
"Just wanted to see if you were still awake," she says, trying to feign innocence.
I call her bluff with a snort. "If you want another round, Babe, just say the word." My voice is husky, fairly dripping with arousal, letting her know I'm game for another round if she wants one.
She chuckles, her head tilting back to look at me. "I'm not sure I could; although, the idea has merit. Sorry," She says, giving me a tender look.
That's okay. We've both come hard twice tonight, and she doesn't have the stamina to go at it all night like I do...not yet anyway. That's one thing I'm going to have to help her with, gradually building up her strength and stamina to keep up with me, because I'm as demanding a lover in bed, as I am a QB on the grid iron.
But, we'll get there.
I kiss her nose. "I'm not sorry," I tell her, "not sorry at all." I'm really not. She's probably sore and spent after sucking me off and riding me that hard, she's made this the single best night of my life, there's no way in hell I'd ever apologize for it.
I've finally gotten my woman back, and tonight, we expressed our love for each other in the most intimate, most heartfelt way possible, and one thing is for damn sure...I am never letting her go again. She's mine.
We lapse into silence again, and this time, we both succumb to the darkness of the night and fall asleep, my face buried in her chocolate tresses, my arms wrapped round her waist, her hands resting on top of mine, my groin pressed flush against her ass, and we're more than content in each other's arms.
We're finally at peace, and life, our life together, can finally begin.
Author's Note: How about that?
I doubt you saw that coming, truthfully neither did I. I wanted to move things forward between Anakin and Padmé though and after the way we left things last chapter, they couldn't really not have sex together this chapter. A dominant Padmé is what surprised me, however, but I liked it and after raising twins on her own for the last eleven and a half years, I could totally see her being a woman who knows what she wants and isn't afraid to take it...especially not when the man she's taking it from is the only man she ever loved, and Anakin is more than happy to give her whatever she wants, especially himself.
Next chapter will be in Anakin's POV again and will pick up the next morning, I've already began writing a good portion of it and can tell you it begins with some more rated M content before moving on with the story. This story is a family story, it's about the Skywalker's, football and second chances. But there will be romance between the couple and some of that romance will be sexual. It's just not going to be every single chapter from here on out, and we'll also be getting to the football aspect soon enough, as well as the big reveal of Anakin being the twins father! I really can't wait for that!
We've got a lot of great updates coming, I hope you like how its developing!
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