Han isn't finished with Leia just yet... as ccp mentioned, Han is going all in!
Chapter 11: Phase 3Commanding herself to find her self-control again as well, she regained herself from his power for a moment and found her voice. Putting her best effort into sounding as annoyed at the distractive events as possible. "This had better be the last phase. I have a lot of work waiting for me tonight. I have to get back to it."
"Still tense, I see." He pulled her down to the mattress cushions and put a big pillow near the head of it. "We're gonna work on that right now, Sweetheart."
Okay, this she could handle. Enough with the romance, she could refocus on the carnal. Then still have time to hightail it back to her quarters for a quick sonic cleanup and still put in a few more hours of work tonight before pretending to try to sleep.
He guided her to lay face down pillow. She heard hum rubbing his hands together and smelled a pleasant light fragrance.
"What's that scent?"
"Body oil. Lift up your shirt."
She did as she was told and untucked the shirt of her uniform scrunching it halfway up her back.
"Good. Now try to relax." Han's warm hands found her lower back and slowly began to slide them up under her shirt to her shoulders and back down. He began to aimlessly knead her muscles looking for the trigger points. He never asked her to remove her shirt or other clothes, didn't make any comments, just used his strong hands to convince her muscles to drain the tension she was holding in them.
Admittedly, she hadn't felt this good in ages. While he was reloading more oil into his hands, she rolled halfway over and unbuttoned her uniform blouse. Han raised his eyebrows as she discarded her shirt and watched her unfasten her pants and push them down several centimeters. She noticed his larynx bob up and down as if he was very affected by her actions. Odd since he had seen her naked in compromising positions plenty of times now.
"I don't want to get any oil on it by mistake," she said indicating the discarded shirt.
"Whatever makes you more comfortable is fine by me, Sweetheart."
She retook her former position and Han's large warm hands were on her immediately. He began in the same place, the small of her back. His thumbs drew tight circles up along her spine as his fingers were left to glide over her sides. As he reached her scapula muscles, he worked his way down the inverted 'v' allowing his finger to slickly graze over bulbs of her breasts before working back up. Leia was enjoying his soothing touch and the tingle of his fingers along the way.
He smoothed every knot and relaxed each muscle as he went. Leia tried not to moan, but the release was almost as satisfying as an orgasm. She hadn't realized just how tight her body had become.
Finally he reached the ridgeline of her shoulders and involved his fingers more diligently all the way up her neck to her hairline and back down along her spine. She had never had a massage. They had always seemed a bit personal for her taste and overly indulgent somehow when there was so much strife in the galazy and work to be done.
"You're pretty good at this," she murmured into her folded hands.
His hands were at the top of her buttocks working his circles of magic lower and lower eventually lapping up against the top of her loosened pants. Again it was better than she imagined, but she could see she it was time to ditch the uniform altogether. Too bad she hadn't thought to discard her boots before now.
"Hang on," she said as she rolled up to a sitting position.
Again, she noticed that Han watched her in fascination as she pulled off her boots, socks, and stood up to wriggle the rest of the way out of her remaining clothes. A wave of embarrassment overtook her. She felt too naked and he looked too fully-clothed. She thought about it for a second and granted herself permission to take action.
She reached toward him and began unfastening his shirt. "I don't want to be the only one undressed," she explained simply.
"Understandable," he smirked as he held his arms away to give her better access.
She pulled off his shirt and put it to the side. "That's better."
"Not quite." Han picked up his shirt and pulled it over her arms and shoulders, letting it hang open. "Now, we're both half-naked," he said with a big smile, but kept his voice in the low register that Leia found very enticing.
A questioning look crossed her face. He was putting clothes on her? This was different. "But your shirt will get full of oil."
"Worth the sacrifice. It'll keep you warm while I massage your legs. Lie back down."
Han worked his way over her buttocks and down her legs and feet. I could get used to this, was the only thought fluttering through her mind while she concentrated on the feel of his strong warm hands working her muscles.
"Turn over, Princess," Han commanded with a light smack on her bottom.
"Watch your hands, Flyboy," Leia warned.
"Oh, I'm watching them." He smirked. "Trust me."
He reloaded a new puddle of body oil onto his palm as she repositioned herself face up. With her head propped up by the pillow, she could watch him. He smoothed his hands lightly from her ankles to her hips and back down again to spread the oil. Leia closed her eyes at the sensual feel of it all.
She wondered if all this was just some sort of reward for fulfilling his fantasy the other night. If it was, then it was worth it. She didn't really want to think about if it wasn't, but she was finding it very difficult not to. It was impossible not to miss his romantic overtures for what they were.
Leia admired the play of his muscles under his skin as he worked her shins and up to her thighs. Then he made a point to pay attention to her arms working his way down each one. He reached up the sleeve of his shirt that she wore and stroked her from her biceps to her hands. He brought her hands up together up to his mouth for a kiss before releasing them, seemingly enjoying the more relaxed version of Princess Organa.
"You look a little more relaxed."
"I am."
Moving up, Han sat next to her, locking his arm in a frame over her waist He quietly studied her for a minute. She had pulled his shirt mostly closed across her front. A small stream of skin from between her breasts down to her legs was the only things peeking out besides her wrists and hands. Finally, she saw the lust dominate in his eyes for the first time tonight.
He let his fingers slide down the open collar of her shirt. "You know what I'm really good at?"
The air between them felt heavy and with crackles of electricity jousted between them, but his voice had been low and his drawl had been slow. There were so many things sexy about Han Solo when he was trying that she could rarely pin it down. "What?"
"Stress relief."
He used one finger to pull her closer as he lowered his mouth to kiss her. The kiss was slow and soft before it became deep and wanting.
His moist mouth slid gently down her neck, he let his hand smooth softly over her curves cupping one breast and gently playing with her nipple as his mouth traced around the nipple of the other breast. Leia quietly moaned and gripped his hair with her fingers.
She loved the feel of Han's hands and mouth on her. As she plundered her hands through his hair, she could feel it tickle her forearms. The skilled Corellian began to flick her nipple with his tongue and then took it into his mouth to gently suck on it while his hand roamed down in between her legs and stroked her in the same rhythm. "Ha-a-an," she breathed out more than voiced. Her breaths became shorter and her heart pounded harder as he 'mmm-d' with his mouth still on her breast.
He moved his torso on top of her and then worked his way down. He lifted her right leg kissing her on the sensitive area behind her knee and trailing his kisses all along her inner thigh before placing her leg over his shoulder. Placing a longer kiss on her apex, he worked his mouth down along the inner thigh of her left leg until he kissed behind her other knee and put that over his shoulder as well.
With one last smile, he ducked his head down. Han's generous lips formed a sumptuous kiss over her wet folds, licking and sucking until her body began to shake. His long arms and her short torso allowed him to play with her breasts as he worked his mouth over her sensitive spot "mmm-ing' over and over causing vibrations to wash over her. She began to writhe up to match his tempo.
Han could hear a throaty 'yes' float down to him every so often followed by his name. He wrapped his large hands around her lower hips and buttocks. He pulled her pelvis up towards him as he thrust his tongue inside of her feeling her body instantly arch in response.
"Han!" Her head was thrown back, eyes shut tight, heels dug into his sides.
He kept his pace and used his nose to stimulate her on the outside. Feeling her buck and her vagina spasm around his tongue, he let up his intensity and let her ride out her orgasm.
He wiped the excess fluid off of his face and covered her body with his once again. Obviously, quite proud of himself at leaving the Princess in a puddle.
"Feeling more relaxed yet?"
Still breathing hard but finding her voice and control, she quirked an eyebrow up at him. "Almost, Captain."
Han propped himself up against the wall with some pillows behind his back. "I'm all yours, Princess," his deep baritone voice inviting her in husky tones. "If you want me, but it's up to you. This is your night."
He had been so giving to her and asked for nothing in return for his efforts sexual or otherwise. Her emotions were running full tilt, but her orgasm had taken the edge off somewhat. She considered the muscles peeking out of his abdomen and his current offer.
"I'm sorry I hit you so hard." She bent her head and kissed the spot on his stomach where she estimated she'd hit him. She dragged her fingers lightly over the bulge straining beneath his pants. "I guess you could use a rescue of your own right about now."
Solo rewarded her with a gasping moan, his answer forced out. "I can't argue with that."
Undoing his pants and pulling them halfway down his legs, she climbed atop of him and straddled him.
"…as long as it doesn't include jumping down a trash chute." Obviously recovered, he stroked his hands gently along her thighs and gave her his best roguish smile.
"I hate you." Her eyes twinkled in spite of herself as she laid her hands on his muscled chest and let her fingers slip through the hair there and tickle her fingers.
"I know." Moving his hands inside of his open white shirt she wore, he stroked gently up her sides and down over her breasts, stopping to cup them and tease them.
Leia arched her back and leaned toward him just enough for him to let him use his mouth on her as well. Moments later, she lifted and slid back down onto his hardness and began rocking. He was so hard that she could angle him just right so that he was deep within her and it was more soul-satisfying every time she sank down. A wellspring of pleasure gushed up through to the tips of her nerve endings to focus all of her tension to a point below where they were joined together.
Han had his hands splayed across her breasts and had continued to tease her taut nipples with his thumbs increasing her sense of pleasure exponentially as she rode him. Just as she was reaching the top of her climb, Han slid his hands on her hips and used them to help slam himself into her from below over and over.
"So fucking sexy…" his moan was more half-whimper as his body strained against hers.
His words caused her body to react so fast and with such force that all she saw were flashing lights and colors. She cried out in ecstasy at the same time he began to groan and buck in his own orgasm.
Before she climbed off of him, Han made a point to pull her down for a soft kiss murmuring, "You're a goddess." Once she did move off of him, he pulled her back next to his side and covered their sweaty bodies with a light blanket. "Relax, Sweetheart. Just for a little while."
She hated him even more now. She had surrendered herself to him. She was his. Whatever she thought she was prepared for in this game between them was nothing compared to this moment. This was not the plan. This was not supposed to happen.
And she hated him for it.