A/N: This might be one of the dirtiest things I've ever written... Enjoy!

Tingling tremors of excitement filled Padme's body as the plane landed gracefully on the grounds of JFK airport and the pilot's voice drifted through the speaker system, thanking his passengers for selecting the airline for their trip. She couldn't – and didn't – pay any attention to his voice. She was filled up with nervous energy. She'd been planning this little visit in total secrecy and the best part was about to come. She had been apart from Anakin for three agonizing months due to the stressful levels of work her professors had been throwing onto her desk, not to mention her internship with the prestigious Alderaan law firm. Padme was busy. Graduation was less than a year away and she had to give herself her best chance of securing a job offer before then. Unfortunately, that meant long periods spent apart from her beloved Ani whose own school was here in New York with an amazing scholarship. They were so far apart and seeing each other more than once a month was extremely difficult.

They were both incredibly frustrated at Padme's lack of time for visiting. It was supposed to be her turn to fly here to see him – her visit was two months overdue now – but she'd just been far too busy lately. School came first, they both agreed on that. Well, Padme had at least. Anakin muttered something in agreement after some pressure. She was going to make something of herself and do some good in the world but to do that she had to graduate with the best possible results she could. After that… well, what came after was something yet to be figured out. For now, all that mattered was surprising her wonderful boyfriend.

It was Anakin's twenty-third birthday today and he had no idea she was coming. Originally she wasn't as much as it had broken her heart. College wasn't the issue for once, she had no classes for the next week but she just couldn't get out of her internship. Anakin had been every bit as downtrodden and disappointed as she had but what more could she do? They were doing her a favour by hiring her in the first place, the least she could do was turn up when they requested! But after much begging, pleading and promising extra upon extra hours filing forgotten paperwork in the cold, dark, filing closet, Mr Organa had agreed to let her take the week off to spend with Anakin. Padme just hadn't told him about it.

It would be more fun to simply show up. She could already imagine it… knocking on the door to his shared apartment with his roommate, Rex, and waiting for him to answer, seeing his beautiful face light up in excitement to see she'd made it after all... Padme couldn't wait. She wanted to kiss him senseless and get lost in his strong arms for hours to make up for all the time they'd lost out on. She couldn't wait for the sweet little dates they'd go on, lazy nights watching movies… and of course, she truly couldn't wait for what inevitably followed her arrival.

It'd been far too long since they'd had sex properly. Yes, heated whispers down the phone were fun and they'd certainly made good use of Facetime and Skype while being apart, but Padme wanted to feel Anakin's hard body above her, beneath her… inside her... her thighs clenched together in anticipation.

Ever since she'd squeezed permission to come from Mr Organa, she'd been planning everything out. Anakin's birthday was special and deserved to be treated as such. And so, Padme was going to pleasure him vigorously. Until neither could move afterwards. She was determined to make this perfect. Three months apart meant their reunion was going to be amazing. She'd gone to visit Dorme's favourite beauty salon and gotten a painful waxing session for her legs and bikini area, something Padme would normally never do since Anakin never seemed to mind the small tufts of wiry curls between her legs but today was different. And it was worth the pain. She'd gotten her hair done, purchased a new bottle of the sweet floral perfume he loved on her and also spent a small fortune in stores like Victoria's Secret and Agent Provocateur…

As she looked down at the pretty sundress she'd chosen for flying, Padme bit down a wide smile. Anakin was going to adore what she'd selected to wear underneath today. A nude-coloured lingerie set with sensual black florals to decorate her body deliciously. It was rather modest and yet the colour blended seamlessly with her skin, making the set seem daring and provocative. He was going to love it. It was the most beautiful underwear Padme had ever owned and absolutely the most costly. Well, she was glad her father no longer checked each expense on her credit cards!

It wasn't long before she and the other passengers were herded off the aircraft and into the airport, where Padme took her time walking through the massive building, pausing to glance through the small stores while she was there because she just couldn't resist. She already had Anakin's birthday present, an amazing race car driving experience, something Rex had helped her pick out, but she wanted to see if there was something else that caught her eye. In the end, she picked up the latest jersey for his favourite football team, a bottle of his usual cologne and a manual on specialised engines that read like a different language to her when she flicked through the pages. Just a few small things to spoil him. He'd already seen his family last weekend and received their gifts so it would be nice for him to have something today.

Before leaving the airport, Padme slipped into the convenience-style store and bashfully picked up a packet of condoms. It wasn't that she didn't think Anakin would have any but it had been months and she liked to be prepared. The clerk behind the counter gave her a knowing look as she handed the package over so she paid, quickly shoved the parcel into her purse and dragged her small suitcase out of the door before the ground swallowed her whole. It didn't matter how old she got or how many times she did it, that never got any less embarrassing. She almost left the airport to catch a cab but then turned back to head into the Starbucks to grab herself an iced latte with whipped cream and a hot black coffee for Anakin too.

Padme paid for and collected the drinks, carefully balancing her suitcase and her purchases while leaving the airport. It was easy to catch a cab and the nice driver took her bags and placed them inside the trunk while she climbed inside. After telling him the address of Anakin's apartment, she pulled out a small compact from her purse to look over her appearance. Usually, she preferred to keep her face natural during the day, with only a little tinted moisturiser and mascara, saving heavier make-up looks for events or nights out, but today she'd opted for a light dusting pink eyeshadow across her lids and a little extra mascara to lengthen and enhance her eyelashes. She'd debated on lipstick but decided against it or any other lip product… She wouldn't want it to become smeared later…

For the entire ride, Padme smiled out the window as the familiar New York buildings whizzed past and the cool air flew through the open windows, cooling her slightly flushed cheeks. Before she knew it, she was standing outside Anakin's apartment building surrounded by her bags and holding their drinks. Her pulse raced and her heartbeat quickened. This was it! He was right in there and he had no idea she was here.

Padme quickly scooped up everything and raced inside, thanking her lucky stars for a moment when the old, unreliable elevator hadn't been closed down for repairs yet again and entered. Anakin's apartment was on the 10th floor and as the shaking, creaking lift rose upwards, she bit down on her lip as the excitement grew and grew. Already her panties began to feel a little damp as her mind raced with what was about to happen. She'd missed Anakin like crazy while they were apart, in every way but lately, her body had been especially aching for him. She couldn't focus on her work without imagining him turning up, sweeping everything from Bail's desk and taking her right there and then. It'd been so long that she probably would've let him!

The elevator made a high dinging sound when it arrived at the correct floor and the doors separated on their respective sides to allow Padme to step out. Her feet carried her through the hallway of doors without any thought; she could find her way to the correct door in her sleep. Once outside, there was no holding back her wide, excited grin as she lifted her fist to knock twice. After a few moments, no one answered, nor were there any sounds from inside. Dread seeped into her stomach, stamping out her excitement. What if he wasn't home? What if he'd spontaneously gone on a trip and hadn't had a chance to tell her? What if he had plans? Maybe she should have told him she was coming…

Biting her lip, Padme knocked again and then carefully balanced the two cups on her suitcase as she waited. Nothing. No sign of life at all. Sighing heavily, she leaned back against the door and tried not to deflate. It was fine. It was going to be fine. Either he or Rex had to come back soon, right? Maybe they just went out to run some errands? That couldn't take very long. Then again, those two were known to go grocery shopping and end up at a baseball game sometimes. A rare curse slipped from Padme's lips as she bent down to dig through her purse until she found her phone and quickly unlocked the device and brought up Anakin's contact number. Tapping the little green symbol, she brought the phone to her ear and impatiently tapped her foot while it rang.

After a few long moments, he answered. "Hey, Angel!" Padme could hear his smile down the phone and despite everything it inspired one of her own. Anakin was always so happy to speak to her, no matter what time of day, even if he'd just endured long classes or a difficult test, he'd grin at her through Facetime or Skype as if speaking to her made everything worth it. She felt the same way. Sometimes their nightly calls were all that got her through the day.

"Hey, Ani! Happy birthday!" She laughed, "You're all grown up now."

He laughed and she could imagine him running his hand through his hair. "Excuse me, I think you'll find I've been grown up for a while now. I would have thought you'd know that." He sounded slightly breathless which caught her attention with a slight frown.

"Oh, I do," she decided to humour him, it was his special day, after all. "You've shown me plenty of times just how manly you are…" He groaned at her words making Padme laugh. "Listen, Ani, where are you right now?" The question was far from subtle and odd considering she was supposed to be on the other side of the country in her own apartment getting ready for work but she was impatient for him to get here and get inside.

The apartment, that was…

"Just out for a run. I'm walking back into my apartment building now, why?" From his side of the phone, Padme heard the unmistakable sound of the building's door squeaking open and suppressed a thrilled shudder. Oh, you'll know why soon enough, Anakin. She smiled widely to herself and reached up to run the fingers of her free hand through her curly tresses in a small last-minute bid to be sure she looked nice.

"Nothing, I was just wondering."

"I miss you, Padme," Anakin confessed quietly and the sad tone that melted into his voice tugged at her heart. How close she'd come to not being able to be here killed her. The thought of Anakin being all alone here on his birthday was awful and it was so nearly a reality that sudden, unwelcome tears sprung to her eyes. Not being here today would have gutted her. The guilt would have been too much to bear. Anakin always went out of his way to make her happy no matter what it took. He would do anything for her. It just meant so much to Padme to be able to show him for once that she would do anything for him too. "So much," he continued, "it feels like we've been apart for a lifetime."

He sounded positively miserable and it only made Padme beam harder. He had to be waiting for the elevator by now which meant their desired reunion was only a minute or two away. They were about to be whole again, two halves pieced back together after being apart for so long. Her heart pounded in her chest in anticipation. "I know, Ani, I've missed you too… but we're going to be together soon."

Hope lit up his voice when he spoke again, delayed for a moment as he battled the rickety old elevator door. "Really? You promise?"

"I do." She smiled, "I promise, Ani. We'll see each other really soon."

He breathed a deep sigh of excited relief and she heard his elated laughter as the elevator doors slammed shut behind him. "Angel, I'll call you back when I get inside, alright?"

Padme nodded although he couldn't see her, "alright." The connection faltered as his cell's signal gave out inside the elevator and Padme quickly dropped her own back inside her purse. She was so nervous about this. She didn't know what to do. Should she hide somewhere until he got inside and then knock again? What should she do with her hands? What should she say? After a few moments, the loud buzzing of her phone could be heard from inside her purse which almost certainly meant that Anakin was out of the elevator and making his way down the hallway.

Padme could barely breathe.

Anakin appeared just a second later staring at his phone as the buzzing of hers died away, replaced by the automated voicemail recording that played whenever she didn't pick up. Padme waited a moment as he unwittingly approached her, licking her lips before speaking to properly gather her wits. It'd been months since she saw him so close and not through a computer or phone screen and he was even more handsome than she remembered. But maybe she was just a little bit biased about that… His golden curls hung just slightly longer than they did last time they were together, shielding his eyes as they were cast low and immediately, Padme's fingers twitched to run through it, to feel the softness of his shaggy mane as they had a thousand times before. She'd missed doing that. She'd missed him so much.

Unable to wait so much as a second longer, Padme took a breath, smiled and at last, spoke. "It's about time you got here…" Predictably, Anakin's head snapped up so quickly that she almost worried about his neck. She couldn't stop the nervous breath that fled her lips when their eyes met. Her entire body seemed to jolt as his beautiful blue eyes wandered over every inch of her as if not quite believing that she was really here. When he said nothing, Padme continued. "Happy birthday, Ani."

The small greeting seemed to snap her silent boyfriend from his trance and the most beautiful, elated smile she'd ever seen came across his mouth. Without wasting another moment, he took off; running into Padme's waiting arms and sweeping her small body off her feet. Giggles fell freely from her lips as Anakin playfully swung her around before holding her tighter to his body and she had no complaints. It felt wonderful to be in his arms again, to feel his heartbeat against her ear as it pressed against his chest. Without thinking, she sighed contently and lifted her hands to trace the tips of her fingers across his cheeks, revelling in simply being able to touch him again. His skin was soft beneath hers, freshly shaven no doubt, and she was glad. Nothing was worse than kissing a stubbly face.

They moved together perfectly in sync, Padme stood on the tips of her toes and Anakin leant down to capture her lips, softly at first, scarcely daring to touch as if one of them would wake up and they'd be alone in their respective beds again but the hesitation lasted only for a second before they devoured one another. Their lips mashed together and Padme's touch on his cheeks grew firm and desperate as Anakin's tongue swept hungrily into her mouth, demanding entrance.

She granted it thoughtlessly, willing beyond willing as their tongues reunited and mated wetly in Padme's mouth making her moan quietly from the bottom of her throat. Anakin's hands cradled her hips before one slowly climbed the length of her body to tangle in her long curly tresses, gently at first, and then fisting tightly, tugging her head backwards to gain better access to her mouth. It seemed to last forever and yet it wasn't nearly long enough before they unwillingly tore apart to pant just a breaths space away from each other. Their chests heaved and their foreheads pressed together, content to simply enjoy the moment before words were exchanged.

It was Anakin who broke the silence, swollen lips curving upwards as his fingers slowly began to loosen their grip on her hair. "You're here…"

Padme nodded, teary suddenly, entirely overwhelmed by his presence, his scent, touch and kiss, "I'm here."

And then his lips were on hers again, stealing her next breath. Before she knew it, Padme found herself pressed flush against the nearest wall, shuddering as the coldness hit the exposed skin of her shoulders and Anakin trapped her against him. His hands wandered everywhere whilst somehow managing to remain decent. His rough fingers skimmed across her arms, over her neck and skirted around the small of her back before gripping her hips tightly. And it was lovely, really, but it was gentle and Padme didn't want gentle. She didn't want decent. She wanted Anakin's fire, his bold passion, she wanted to be taken hard and fast until all she could feel was him.

Pulling back, Padme smiled, sultry and flirtatious, fingers playing with the small, fine hairs at the nape of his neck. "I thought that, since it's your birthday, we can do anything you want." She hoped he'd understand her meaning and whisk her inside to fulfil said wishes. Her thighs clenched together beneath her dress just imagining exactly how they could reunite… Truthfully, she couldn't wait to get her hands on him. They'd been apart too long and Padme needed to be shown just how badly he'd missed her.

"All I want to do is spend time with you, Padme," he smiled, "every minute I can while you're here."

He was so adorable and incredibly oblivious sometimes. Padme couldn't stop the wide grin that stretched across her mouth because she loved this clueless idiot so much. "That's so nice, Ani, but I was thinking," She leaned up on her tiptoes to drag her tongue across the shell of Anakin's ear, eliciting a delicious shudder reverberating across his skin, "I want you to take me inside and make me scream…" Surprise lit up inside his bright azure eyes and he froze in her arms, jaw falling a little bit slack. Padme was normally the more reserved one between them, never expressing what she wanted as blatantly as this, but today was a special day and she knew just how much it aroused Anakin to hear her say dirty things.

"What?" He gave a small, breathless laugh as if he couldn't quite believe what he was hearing. "Who are you and what have you done with my girlfriend?"

"I mean it, Anakin," Padme trailed a single finger down the hard expanse of his muscled chest and stomach, teasing the line of his jeans, loving his tense swallow as he battled to keep his thinning control. "It's been too long… I need you so bad…"

His eyes widened as a small, animalistic growl fled his parted lips. Anakin gathered her in his arms, leaving her only a moment to wrap her legs securely around his body before he stormed back inside his apartment and kicked the door shut behind them with a brutal bang. His neighbours would surely be annoyed but all she could do was hold on for dear life and laugh as he charged toward the bedroom.

For a moment, she was grateful his roommate seemed to be gone for now.

The very moment they were safely inside Anakin's bedroom, he made quick work of her dress, all but tearing it from her body to land in a heap somewhere to the left. Padme heard it collide with something and land on the hardwood floor with a loud clatter. Her own hands dragged his shirt from his body, dropping it more delicately to the ground and began to undo his belt. The sooner all these clothes were gone the better. She needed him! Now!

"You're not…" Anakin began to pant half-moaned words between frantic, furious kisses, "gonna be able… to walk properly for a week after I'm done with you."

His words created a wave of white-hot arousal tearing through Padme's body with a violent shudder. Normally, she might have laughed or smacked his shoulder for talking like that, for being silly and exaggerating, but the darkening desire flashing in his eyes was a silent promise she believed he intended to keep. The scrap of her underwear grew wet as her aching core wept for his ravenous attention.

Reaching back, she unclipped and threw her bra onto the floor as her arms came around Anakin's neck, tugging him closer as their lips met yet again in a passionate smash that swept the breath from her lungs. His kiss-swollen lips began to traverse downwards, exploring the sensitive expanse of Padme's neck as she whimpered and tipped her head to allow more access. Every touch was bliss. Every whisper and stuttered breath he gave was fuel to the already roaring fire between her legs.

After a moment, Anakin trailed his wet tongue along the curve of Padme's shoulder and then lower to suck on the edge of her collarbone. Quiet moans and whispered pleas fled her parted mouth, making him smirk proudly. Normally, his ego needed no further encouragement but sometimes it was nice to give it a little stroke now and again. "Ani, please…" Padme gasped as long, coarse fingers traced upwards to cup her breasts as he kissed the small valley between them. It had been so long, this teasing was cruel! Couldn't he feel her trembling against him?

Nodding shallowly, his strong arms lifted and carried her to the bed and she landed with a small bounce she was far too aroused to care about. Deft fingers made quick work of her underwear and she was bare beneath him as he shrugged off his own pants and boxers. Every glorious inch of him that came into view left Padme breathless. Anakin was all tanned skin and hard muscle. He reminded her of great statues of warriors in museums. He was the most beautiful man she had ever seen.

And he was all hers.

When he was as nude as she was, Anakin crawled onto the bed beside her, encouraging Padme to climb onto his body with gentle tugs she was happy to follow. She loved the solid weight of his body against hers, the firmness of his skin, the softness, and the coarse hair all proved this was real. They were together again and nothing was going to pull them apart until she absolutely had to return home.

It wasn't often that Anakin let her be in charge between them. He was naturally dominant in the bedroom, taking charge more often than not in their lovemaking. He liked to feel her pinned beneath him, mewling, keening and begging for more. After plenty of practice, he knew to play her body to absolute perfection in a way no one else ever could.

But there were some rare, wonderful times when he would relinquish all control and let Padme make the rules. He would praise her endlessly, naming her his angel, his queen, his soulmate. Since their very first date, he had always treated her so respectfully around other people, worshipping her with such love around their friends and family, but in the privacy of their bedroom, Anakin was king.

Even a king had to kneel for his queen every now and again.

Padme watched him smirk and felt it inspire one of her own. She loved this man with her whole heart and soul. Loved his passion, his broodiness, his drive, ambition and unshakable loyalty to all he loved. Right now, she loved his smart, wicked mouth most of all. Those full, soft lips, the expert tongue they hid… she had missed those very badly.

Shuffling her way up the length of Anakin's hard body, Padme decided to make good use of his talents. It had been so very long after all. "I know it's your birthday," she whispered as she settled above his eager face. Behind her, keen hands squeezed and pushed at her backside, encouraging her journey excitedly. "But I want you to worship me…"

Pure excitement lit up his bright eyes as his confident smirk grew even more. "My pleasure, Angel…" His hands led her down until Padme was all but sitting on his handsome, smug face. Anakin licked his way inside her immediately, for once not teasing her before giving her this pleasure and god, she was glad for it. Crying out a broken moan of his name, she tugged at his hair, silently demanding more. She needed everything he could give her.

Glancing down the slope of her body as she began to rock over him, Padme arched a haughty eyebrow at him which he answered with a flirtatious waggle of his own. If she wasn't so distracted, she would have rolled her eyes just to tamper this smugness before he got too full of himself. Thankfully, Anakin refocused his attention on her weeping pussy and devoured her.

She cried out when he buried his tongue deep inside her and threw her head back as he began to suckle on her aching clit. God, it was good… it was amazing. Pure, boiling bliss left her panting above him. Despite her earlier request, Padme didn't want to come undone and scream so soon but damn was Anakin making it difficult to hold back. Her back arched taut and she whimpered desperately.

Finally, when she had stretched herself to her absolute limit and the pleasure grew too intense to hold back even one second longer, Padme gave into the quaking climax with a gasping, stuttered cry. "Ani… oh god, Ani! Ani yes…oh – oh god!" She moaned again and again as she came all over his pretty face, feeling her wetness spread across his mouth and chin.

Enjoying her orgasm almost as much as she was, Padme heard Anakin moaning beneath her and groaned as his tongue lapped at her without rest, stroking her swollen, needy clit to ensure she received every scrap of pleasure he could give her. When the aftermath grew too intense, she sighed and rolled off his body to curl into his side instead as her breath struggled to settle. Beside her, Anakin was panting and his lower face glistened with her juices which his eager tongue darted out to taste once again.

"Satisfied?" He smiled as Padme closed her eyes, willing her heart to settle down again as absolute contentment warmed her body. She had needed that! Pleasure by her own hand – or the secret little toy in her bedside drawer – just wasn't the same. He was the only one who could make her feel this way. She hummed, reaching for his hand and threading their fingers together before laying tender kisses on each of his knuckles.

"Thoroughly," she beamed, "so much so that I think I'll just go to sleep right now."

Laying his free hand over his heart, Anakin acted offended. "You would use me like that? On my birthday? I'm hurt, Angel, I thought you loved me?" Despite their little game, neither could keep their smiles from stretching across their mouths. How could they? They were finally together again.

"You're right," as her breath steadied again, Padme released his hand and began to sit up, "how could I be so selfish? This is your special day, I should be the one spoiling you." Despite the joke laced through her words she meant to do exactly that. She wanted to pleasure him until he couldn't stand it anymore. With desire emboldening her, she wanted his neighbours to know exactly who Anakin Skywalker belonged to.

Encouraging him to lay back, Padme felt an unexpected flicker of nervousness rise within her. Of course, she had done this before – more times than she could really count. She had taken him into her mouth and deep into her throat plenty of times. She had kneeled and let him set the pace, allowing Anakin to fuck her face until he came down her throat. She had let him cum all over her face, her breasts, part her mouth and let him paint her lips with his seed. There was nothing which could embarrass her in front of him anymore.

But she wanted this to be good for him – she needed to be. Anakin was always so good to her, so patient with the distance keeping them apart as they worked to better their futures and she wanted to remind him just how much she loved him. He was always so vocal with her about his feelings, expressing his absolute adoration freely and without hesitation, but she was always a little more reserved than he was.

Well, not today. Anakin was going to know exactly how she felt about him.

Bending over his hips, Padme flicked out the very tip of her tongue to taste the bead of pre-cum crowning his hard tip. Anakin hissed as she moaned and wrapped her hand around the base of him. "I've missed this," she sighed, "it's been too long since I've had you in my mouth…"

As he fumbled for a response, surprised by her boldness today, Padme worked spit into her mouth and swallowed as much of him as she could comfortably manage for now. Tilting forward, she took him just a little further than her throat would prefer. He was hot, throbbing and impossibly hard against her tongue and she sucked around him, drawing a pleasured exhale from his mouth.

Her tongue worked along the stiff length of his cock as she moved her head slowly up and down, making him slick and wet. Glancing up the hard ridges of his body, Anakin was already panting, his forearm resting across his eyes as he fought for the control she desperately wanted to make him lose. His chest heaved as she bathed every hard inch of him with her tongue and desire sparked to life once again between her legs.

Using her fist to pump and twist him just how he liked, Padme laid a gentle kiss on the swollen tip of him, loving the tense whine that fled his lips. Unable to resist a moment longer, her tongue licked a slow, broad stripe from root to tip. Anakin rut up as his control slipped and she moaned as his tip kissed the back of her throat. "Fuck, Angel," he hissed, "oh my… fuck… Oh, fuck!"

Though she was the one worshipping him now, there was control in this act. She could suck him harder, take him into her throat and make him cum nice and quick or she could draw it out, make it torturously slow until he was throbbing and begging for release only she could give him. This strong, handsome man was putty in her, well, mouth…

Padme sucked on him harder, drawing her mouth tighter around him as he trembled and gasped her name, lifting his hips to meet her mouth halfway as if the mere moment he was free of her was unbearable. She took him in again and again until his hand buried itself in her hair and all but ripped her off of him with a harsh gasp as he sat up. "Stop," Anakin rasped, wild-eyed and riled up further than she had seen him in quite some time. "I need to be inside you when I cum!"

Well, she had no qualms with that.

Dragging her against his body, Anakin kissed her so deeply that it felt like they may never part again. Their tongues mated wantonly, doing what their bodies ached to with wild abandon until he tore himself free once more. "Hands and knees, Angel," he grinned, already reaching into the drawer of his bedside table for one of the foil-wrapped condoms she knew he kept there. For one startling moment, she remembered they had left the bags outside his apartment, but all coherent thought was quickly chased away as she watched him roll the condom down his hard cock.

Arching into his desired position, Padme found herself practically shaking with desire. Three long months without this felt like a lifetime of denial. She needed it. Needed him and everything he could give her. "I love you," Anakin kissed the shell of her ear, "so damn much…" She wanted to respond, truly, but he dragged the hard tip of his cock against her soaked folds and it was all she could do to fist the sheets and push her hips back, hoping to pull him inside her, but that slip of control from before was gone. Anakin was in charge now. "Tell me what you want, Angel," he whispered, teasing her clit with his tip mercilessly, "tell me and I'll give it to you."

All of her prior boldness was swallowed by pure desperation. Padme arched her hips higher against him, pushing back more forcefully and prayed he would understand her silent hint as she panted into her forearms. Sadly, her actions only meant more teasing despite both of their need, so she sucked in a breath and lifted her face just enough so he might hear as she scrambled for words. "Please… Ani, I need you… I need you inside me…"

Anakin leaned over her, the whole length of his hard body pressed against her back and his breath came hot against her ear. She felt him align himself against her core and braced excitedly. Her inner muscles throbbed with anticipation. "Good girl," he whispered and sunk inside her. Her wet flesh parted like silk, welcoming him enthusiastically and she moaned out his name.

Unable to stand waiting one more second, Anakin sat back and gripped her hips hard enough to paint bruises into her flesh as he set a brutal, desperate pace. He fucked her deep and hard, their hips colliding with every thrust and Padme wailed throatily with each punishing invasion. It was amazing. This was what she had been dreaming of all these months. Nothing had ever felt so damn good!

Fisting the sheets tightly, Padme canted her hips back to meet him every time, crying out wildly as he hit that special spot deep inside her which made her see stars again and again. Suddenly, a hand tangled itself in her already mused hair and tugged, forcing her head backwards enough to expose her throat to the headboard. "Scream for me, Angel," Anakin panted behind her and only then did she notice his bedroom window laying wide open, letting the sounds of their pleasure loose into the streets below. "Tell them all who you belong to! Now!" He commanded.

Her orgasm began to build as she quivered inside and out, squeezing all around his throbbing cock… so close to cumming all around him. "Ani…" she gasped, "oh god, Ani… I'm going to cum… please… please baby…" she needed something to tip her over that edge, something more, something extra that her scrambling mind couldn't piece together. Fortunately, he knew exactly what to do.

Rough, eager fingers found and began circling her clit with well-practised ease. "Louder!" He demanded, taking her faster, his own rhythm losing its precision as his climax swelled closer. "Scream for me, Padme. Tell me how good it feels!"

"Ani… ANI!" Padme began to howl as the pleasure burst forth so intensely the world faded to white all around her until all she knew was each hard jab of his cock dragging out her release so deliciously she almost forgot how to breathe. Somehow, he found the strength to move faster and his free hand guided her arching hips back frantically as he chased his release.

"That's it…" he panted, "good girl, Angel… Take it!" She felt him swell impossibly harder inside her, throbbing violently as he surged toward his ending. "Take it all!" Anakin growled and then buried himself deep inside her one last time, arching and straining as he spilled into the condom, hot, deep and intensely gratifying. Wanting to extend his pleasure, Padme ground her hips against him in slow circles which dragged small moans from the very pit of his throat until his hands grasped her hips again, stilling her as he grew sensitive.

Blinking back to awareness, Padme giggled to herself as he collapsed on top of her breathlessly. He was heavy but she savoured the weight of him for now until she would have to make him move. Anakin pressed small kisses to her cheek as he recovered with such affection, her heart soared.

"Happy birthday, Ani," she whispered. He could only groan his immensely satisfied response into the crook of her neck.

This was going to be an amazing week.