How To Make a Mando Scream:
Sabine was so turned on right now, the clenching of her inner muscles almost hurt. Seeing Ezra succumb to the pleasure she gave him, climaxing shockingly long and hard, was somehow the hottest thing she'd ever seen. When he finally stopped, leaning against the shower wall above her on his hands, legs trembling, and dripping head hanging down as he sucked in air like a winded fathier, she boldly leaned forward and kissed the tip of his gradually softening length, licking up the last drops of his creamy looking seed. She let it sit on her tongue for a moment, assessing the salty flavour, and decided it wasn't too bad. I might even grow to like it after awhile.
She looked up at Ezra in time to see his eyes pop open, an expression of awe on his handsome face as he watched her taste him and then deliberately swallow. His dick twitched in her hand in reaction and started to harden again, impressing her greatly at the recovery time. "Karabast, Sabine," he gasped out, "I need to taste you too."
Her core clenched even tighter at the resulting image that appeared in her mind.
Sabine rose slowly to her feet in the bracket of his arms, her lips parted as she inhaled some much needed air and rested her hands on his hard chest. "You have to wash me from head to toe first," she whispered teasingly against his lips before kissing him slowly and deeply, so ridiculously in love with this boy. "It's only fair," she added before kissing him again for another blissful minute, playing with his tongue and savouring the subtle groans that emerged from his throat.
The besotted Mando girl eventually pulled back, pleased with the dazed expression in his nearly black eyes, sapphire blue irises all but taken over by the pupils. "Time's a-ticking," she reminded him with a playful bite to his lower lip.
Ezra groaned deep in his chest at the reminder. "Just one more," he mumbled before he wrapped his arms around Sabine and lifted her up to pin her against the slick shower wall as he kissed her almost too hard as their teeth nearly banged together. The warm water raining down on his back pleasantly was only vaguely noticed in comparison to the captivating flavour of her mouth and the vibrant passion and desire she radiated through their bond. The desperation and adrenaline high of the moment was driving him into a reckless abandon that Sabine didn't seem to mind, since she was kissing him back even harder, her hands gripping his head now to hold him to her. In their shift of positions, his restored erection had found a little spot of heaven in the humid folds between her thighs when she'd wrapped them around his hips, and Sabine was rubbing herself against him again, but this time so much more intimately.
He was pretty much seeing stars behind his eyes from the stimulation.
As they kissed and kissed and kissed some more, the young newlyweds ground their hips against the other in a sensual frenzy. And, Force, it was fabulous. Ezra could almost imagine he was inside her for real.
And then with a shift of her hips at just the right moment as he moved his grip on her to cup her perfect ass, he felt the head of his penis slide into something much, much tighter and hotter. Oh, shit! They both froze, barely breathing as they stared at each other with wide eyes.
Ezra wanted so badly to pull her towards him and sink into her fully but… She hadn't said they could move to that step just yet. I'm supposed to wash her and go down on her first. Aren't I?
Like she was reading his mind for once instead of the other way around (he was trying very hard not to pry when this would have been a perfect time to overhear what she was thinking), Sabine huffed and rolled her eyes, tightened her grip on his neck and waist, and then teased, just a little wryly, "Well, you going to use that weapon you've got poking into me, babe, or do I need to teach you how to wield it?"
Ezra tightened his grip on the wonderful, toned globes of her butt cheeks and pulled her down on him another few centimetres. "I think I can figure it out."
Sabine responded to his smirking comment with her own, accompanied by a wriggle that shifted her another handful of centimetres down his length. "Hmmmm, it does seem as if you've got a good handle on the situation."
Ezra pinned her harder against the wall with his chest, buried his nose in the sweet spot behind her ear, pulled back until only the tip of his shaft was still inside her, and then shoved forward with his hips until he was buried to the very hilt in soft, delicious, wet heat. "Fraaaag," he groaned, reveling in the tight grasp of her body. He pulled out and shoved back in and groaned again. "So kriffing good."
Sabine was hanging onto his head, nails digging into his scalp in a way that should have hurt but only sent more thrills through him instead. "Agreed. Do it again." It wasn't a polite request.
Ezra did, shoving his hips up towards her over and over until it felt like his eyes were going to roll right up into the top of his head. "Feels. So. Good," he grunted out with each thrust, words muffled by her neck. "Love. You. Like. This. Forever."
"If only," she muttered back into his short hair, panting and possibly even squeaking just a little with each impact of their wet bodies.
"You. Doubting. Me?" He nipped her neck lightly, playfully, making her shudder a little.
"Not you." She moaned loudly as he shifted his grip and found a slightly different angle that buried him a little deeper and dragged past her upper wall a little more. (Going to remember that spot.) "Stars, babe." Moan. "Just being. Stars! Realistic about. Osik, Ez! Time constraints!"
"Ah." The increasingly confident Jedi boy sucked on the spot he'd nipped earlier for a few slow, deep thrusts into her, drawing out the pleasure he knew he was giving her thanks to the echoes he could feel through their Force connection and her praising words. (He was very glad that he'd already climaxed once so that he could concentrate on her too without completely losing himself in the moment.) He gave her well-loved neck a parting lick and then raised his head to stare into her heavy-lidded eyes, pausing while fully imbedded in her. (Seriously, the most amazing sensation ever, no question.) "I guess I'll take that as a challenge to help you forget that time and duty exists."
"Bring it."
Only two words, but they perfectly expressed how she felt about everything that had to do with one Ezra Bridger.
Much like she'd previously thought that she was perfectly happy living her life without falling into the trap called love, Sabine had also believed that a sexual partner would be entirely redundant; her own fingers and toys (okay, hairbrush handle, but it worked) were more than enough to keep her feeling fulfilled.
How wrong she'd been.
Nothing, absolutely nothing, had ever felt as good as having Ezra hold her in his strong arms, his mouth on her neck while he drove his sizable cock into her with a passion that her own ministrations could never equal. Sabine very much echoed his sentiment about wanting to do this forever. She wanted him buried in her every possible moment of each day. Wanted to kiss him until she didn't know where his tongue began and hers ended. Wanted to touch him and caress him and pet him until he purred for her like one of his besotted lothcats. Wanted him to touch her in return until she melted like molten beskar. Or chocolate. All over him. For me to lick off. That would certainly be fun. Must remember to try that someday soon.
Sabine was thoroughly enthralled with her Jedi, no question.
Which was why she was moaning, "Ezzzz," into his ear repeatedly as he shoved her world into a new axis. She'd never even known that there were that many sensitive places inside her. Sensitive places that he was stimulating at a quick but steady and deep pace that if she didn't know better would have made her think that he was waaaaay more experienced than he actually was.
It's like he had a direct line of communication to her pussy and was ruthlessly taking advantage of it.
Maybe he does, she thought as she moaned through her second climax of the day, her core clenching hard and sending bliss through her body.
And Ezra just kept thrusting through it, only grunting a little louder as he put more effort into powering through her tighter channel.
When Sabine managed to catch her breath, she caught his face in her hands to kiss him in gratitude. "Love you," she mumbled, between kisses.
Ezra curved his lips up against hers and he loosened his grasp on her with one hand to caress her supple ass and slender waist and back appreciatively. He paused in his energetic thrusting for a second as he mumbled, "Love you too."
Their passionate kiss never stopped after that as he slid in and out of her liquid heat over and over, shower water gradually losing its warmth but he hardly noticed considering how much heat they were throwing off on their own. Her fabulous breasts were squashed against his chest, hard little nipples poking and rubbing against him with every one of her sensual little wriggles. She was moaning and keening and panting into their wet and frenzied kiss, driving him absolutely wild and keeping him plenty inspired to keep going for as long as he could before caving into the electric pleasure shooting up his spine from his overstimulated cock.
But in what felt like no time and also an eternity of bliss later, Ezra lost his battle with control as his beautiful cyar'ika clamped around him again, her nails digging into his shoulders now. She threw her head back, screaming her release, baring her vulnerable neck, and giving him a firsthand view of her pretty jawline. If he wasn't currently in the process of going insane with how her clenching tunnel felt around his length, he might have even kissed his way along it.
But there was no way, as his own orgasm crashed through him and exploded out of him. Ezra compromised by burying his face between her breasts and groaned out her name into one lush globe like he was dying as he released deep within Sabine's hot, pulsing channel in several bursts. It felt incredibly satisfying to do something so naughty, like he was heeding the urgings of his primal side, but he didn't care. At least not in that moment.
When the newest best climax of his life was over, his muscles were trembling with fatigue as he held them both up by pining his weight against her and thus the wall. He was also gasping for air as if he'd just run around the entire circumference of Capital City. Not particularly macho, but at least Sabine didn't seem to mind as she settled her cheek on his shoulder and her hands caressed his back and shoulders and hair in a slow, mindless rhythm that was wonderfully pleasant and soothing.
Sabine felt even more boneless in Ezra's arms than he felt as she came down from her third orgasm in the space of an hour. Feeling like his still pounding heart was floating around in his chest with happiness like a helium-filled balloon, he looked down at her to find her eyes closed and an extremely content expression on her beautiful face. "My cyar'ika," he whispered reverently before kissing her water dampened forehead.
She turned her face slightly and kissed his neck in a soft touch that made him smile. "Gar gotal'ur ner kar'ta darasuum briikase, Riduur," she murmured, lips brushing his skin like fluttering butterfly wings. (If he wasn't trying to maintain some form of dignity here, he might have giggled at the ticklish sensation.)
Ezra only understood a couple of the words but he wanted to know them all. For more reasons than the one, he stepped back from the wall and put her on her feet again, cupping her face in his hands. "Teach me what you just said."
Sabine studied him for a moment, her beautiful amber eyes gazing at him intently through the cool spray of the shower, then she smiled as she brushed a gentle finger over the sensitive bruise under his eye that he'd completely forgotten was there. "Remind me to put some bacta on that soon before it swells even more."
Ezra caught her hand and kissed the fingers. "Yeah, yeah. But what did you say?"
Sabine grinned as she handed him the soap bottle in a clear command to get to work. Ezra blinked at it for a moment before his blissed out mind figured it out. (And with how cool the water was now, he couldn't blame her.) She didn't say anything until his hands were full of soap and running over her arm and shoulder gently but quickly, his libido making valiant attempts to go nuts all over again because he was touching her.
"You're really serious about learning Mando'a, aren't you?"
Ezra nodded, his eyes intent on her beautiful, silky golden skin. "I know I've said this before, but It's your language. All of your people speak it unless talking directly to someone like me who doesn't understand. I want to know what they're saying. I have a feeling we'll be dealing with a lot of Mandalorian politics from now on with you as the Countess. I don't want to make you look bad."
Sabine stretched up and kissed him sweetly for that. "I knew you were smarter than most give your credit for."
"Just your typical street rat. You gotta be smart to survive." Ezra smirked as he spent a ridiculous amount of time washing her hand and playing with her fingers considering that he was supposed to be in a rush. Her digits were just so delicate and tiny compared to his, but just as calloused from hard work and weapons training, and he got a thrill at just the touch of them against his own.
He found everything about her to be utterly fascinating, to be honest, even something as innocuous as an elbow or the curve of her bicep.
Sabine shook her head at him, radiating amusement and indulgence, but started the lesson anyway. "I said, 'Gar gotal'ur ner kar'ta darasuum briikase, Riduur'. It means, 'You make my heart forever happy, Husband." She laughed a little. "Well, technically, riduur means partner or spouse, but you can interpret it any way you want to, and I choose to call you Husband."
Ezra paused, his heart jumping with joy, as he moved his hands across her collarbone to start washing her other arm. "Oh, I like that. You make me forever happy, too, my beautiful and talented wife." He paused and grinned. "Man, that's nice to say." His fingers caressed her arm as his brow furrowed in concentration for a moment. "Gar gotal'ur... You make... Then what?"
Sabine smiled at him like he'd just solved all the mysteries of the universe.
He liked that. A lot. Ezra gave her a dopey smile in return.
"Ner kar'ta... My heart." She took one of his hands and pressed it to her chest between her breasts, making his stupid, easily-influenced cock twitch with excitement, and said it again very quietly and very seriously. "You are my heart, Ezra."
Force, I never thought I'd hear her say anything like that!
Don't swoon. Don't swoon!
Spine bolstered, Ezra took her other hand and pressed it to his jumping and thumping heart as he gazed into her beautiful eyes so they were connected in the same way. "Gar ner kar'ta darasuum, Sabine."
Because she was his forever heart. She always had been. His heart had awoken when he'd met her and hadn't stopped beating for her since.
If that made him a pathetic, lovesick sap, oh well.