A/N: Thank you all very much for your feedback, it's greatly appreciated.

Warning: This chapter has adult content and it's not suitable for children. If you're not comfortable with that, I suggest you wait for the next chapter. To the rest of you, I hope you enjoy. It's my first try at M+ writing.

Padmé coaxed his mouth open under hers, groaning when his tongue greeted her. Sure now that he wouldn't pull back, she ran her hands down the bare chest that she had fantasized about touching for so long, his hard muscles jumping at her touch. She moved to straddle him and Anakin pressed her against his body, eager to feel the comfort of her weight.

They kissed hungrily, duties and self-control be damned. Anakin's hands traveled up and down her back, wanting to acquaint himself with every inch of her. He couldn't stop touching her, every brush of his palms on her body feeding his desire. Padmé reached behind her and unclasped the top of her jumpsuit, which was starting to feel too tight around her neck. Anakin took the hint and pulled the zipper down with trembling hands, opening the tight garment to touch the skin of her back.

Padmé sat up and pulled the sleeves down her arms, revealing her breasts to him. Anakin's breath caught in his throat and before he had gotten over his initial reaction she was covering him again, her mouth on his for another ground-shattering kiss. His hands reached for the pins holding her hair and he pulled them quickly, smoothing his fingers through the long strands. Her scent surrounded him, filling his senses with her presence. Desperate to explore her exposed skin, his hands then traveled down her back and around her ribs until they reached her breasts. Acting on instinct alone, his thumbs traced the outside of her nipples and she moaned for him. A shuddering breath left him at the sound.

Once again she sat up and unbuckled one of her boots. Anakin helped her with the other one, trying to speed up the process of getting her out of her clothes. Her belt followed but he couldn't resist kissing the elegant column of her neck. His kisses traveled lower, his teeth scraping her collarbone. Padmé held his head in her hands and guided it to her breasts. He placed a kiss between them, his hands massaging the soft globes. Padmé gripped his short hair, her eyes closing to take in the sensations. When his lips closed over one of her nipples she cried out.

"Yes, Anakin…" she said, her fist tight around his ponytail. He suckled her and she arched against him, her hips grinding into his. Anakin groaned, his cock growing harder in his pants. She circled him, applying just enough pressure for him to yelp.

Padmé pushed him to his back again, eager to do some of explorations of her own. She placed open-mouthed kisses on his throat and neck while her hands traced the muscles of his chest and stomach, like she had wanted to do since they went swimming. Her hands touched the sensitive skin beneath his waistband and he lifted his hips abruptly, almost as if he'd been struck by lightning.

"Padmé…" he gasped as her kisses went lower. He yelped when she traced his oblique muscle with her tongue and pulled her up again, their lips finding each other with ease. "I… I want to touch you," he whispered around their kisses. Padmé pushed the rest of her jumpsuit down her legs and kicked it off before taking his hand and placing it between her legs. His eyes gauged her reaction when his palm cupped her mound, then when his fingers traced her folds.

Padmé closed her eyes and sighed, reveling in his innocent touch. When his finger dipped between her folds she groaned, her hips pressing against his hand. She buried her face in his neck, moaning his name in his ear.

Anakin held his breath when the scent of her arousal reached his nostrils, wanting to savor it forever. He was a stranger to this level of longing and his skin tingled with desire. He wanted to feel her all around him and taste every inch of her skin, to claim her as his own and for her to do the same with him.

Padmé licked the shell of his ear and then dipped her tongue inside, extracting a loud grunt from him. "I want you inside of me," she said, her hand delving into his sleep pants to grasp his now painful erection.

"Force!" he gasped. Padmé moved off him quickly and pulled his pants down until he was completely naked in front of her. She took a few seconds to take in his beautiful body. She had taken notice of it many times before, but having him naked on her bed and out of breath with wanting her made him even more desirable. She wanted to touch his arousal again and feel it in her hands, but since this was Anakin's first time she knew she couldn't push him too far.

"Come here," she urged gently, pulling him to sit up. She straddled him again and positioned his length at her entrance, her eyes never leaving his. She lowered herself onto him and felt his arms tighten around her waist. When he was fully encased inside of her he hid his face between her neck and shoulder, trying to calm himself down. She was so tight and wet it was almost painful how good it felt.

Padmé closed her eyes and moaned. This was what she'd been waiting for. Him, buried inside of her, her walls wet with her excitement, his strong body hers for the taking. The fact that she was his first lover gave her a bit of an ego boost. He would probably have many lovers after her, especially after his promising start, but she would always be his first.

She wanted to start riding him but knew he was trying to recover, his body still trembling in her arms. Her hand rubbed the back of his neck, trying to get him to relax. She slowly pulled back to look at him. "Are you okay?" she asked. Anakin nodded and swallowed hard. Padmé grasped his lower lip between hers and slowly moved up until he almost left her, then took him in again. His breath caught in his throat when her hips slowly circled him, her muscles squeezing around his shaft.

"Padmé!" he gasped, his arms tightening around her. When she moved again his head snapped back as if shocked. "I can't – I can't…" he struggled to say, barely hanging on as his pelvis thrust up insistently with a mind of its own. She read the signals of his body and her hands held his face firmly.

"Look at me," she panted. He struggled to focus on her voice, her eyes, anything but the grip she had on him. She brought his hands to her hips and her movements slowed down, trying to get him to do the same. He shivered in her arms, fighting to hold on. His eyes closed and he took a deep breath, reaching out to the Force to calm himself, but it didn't work. His hands guided her hips to move tightly over his, pressing her to him. He was buried so deep inside of her he could swear they were one person. Padmé knew he was at his breaking point, but she couldn't resist gyrating over him to test his thickness. "Ungh, you feel so good…" she groaned.

Those words did him in. He threw his head back and screamed her name, his seed shooting into her womb. He couldn't stop thrashing beneath her as beams of light exploded behind his eyelids, his hips continuing to push into her until he was completely spent. One last grunt and he collapsed to his back, his chest expanding with exertion.

He was covered in sweat and beside himself with wonder. He couldn't stop thinking about what had just happened. He refused to believe it, even though he was still buried inside of her. Padmé couldn't help but smile down at him. He looked so exhausted and bewildered. She covered his body with hers and pressed kisses to his cheeks.

He panted against her face, his arms wrapping around her. Padmé wiped the sweat off his brow and smiled at him.

"Are you alright?" she asked gently. He nodded, his hand coming up to cup her cheek.

"That was unbelievable," he whispered back in awe. Padmé laughed softly and Anakin smiled, admiring her face. "You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen."

He knew he must've sounded silly and that she probably heard lines like that all the time, but he couldn't help himself from saying them. Padmé knew he was being earnest. It was one of the things she liked about him.

"Thank you," she replied. She kissed him and moved off him, stretching her limbs. Anakin took in her body with hungry eyes and she sighed. "Well, that didn't take long," she quipped, but Anakin took it the wrong way.

"Sorry, I… Well, I've never –"

"Oh, no! I didn't mean it like that!" she was quick to assure, lying on her side to look at him. "I meant us… We've only been around each other for a week, and now – that's what I meant," she explained, and she saw the hurt in his eyes starting to disappear. Still, she knew a wounded male ego when she saw one. "Anakin, you were amazing. Honestly." She took his hand and pulled it to her lips, placing a kiss on his palm.

"Still, you didn't… you know…" he muttered, too shy to say the words.

"That doesn't mean I didn't have fun…" she teased. Anakin was still skeptical, so she moved closer to him. "Anakin, you're good at fixing things. You're an amazing pilot. You have an outstanding command of the Force. I'm pretty sure this is another thing you will excel at."

She didn't expect him to laugh. Smile, maybe, but not laugh. He nearly lost it, his loud cackles shaking the bed, and soon she found herself joining in. He moved over her and tickled her, taking her laughter to the next level.

"No, Anakin, please don't!" she begged, giggling like a little girl. Anakin loved her laugh. It was loud and contagious and definitely not fit for a senator. It came from within, from her good soul, from her generous heart.

The tickling stopped and he found himself admiring her. He remembered what had happened the last time they had been like this, but things were so different now. This time around nothing kept them from kissing. Her hands slid over his long back from base to broad shoulders, her palms cradling his head.

Anakin leaned on his forearms and kissed her neck, then around her ear like she had done to him. When he nipped her earlobe she sighed his name. When he suckled the spot between her neck and shoulder he felt her nails digging into his sides.

"I never wanna stop kissing you," he managed to say around their caresses.

"Then don't," she whispered, later gasping when his warm palms cupped her breasts. His kisses descended down her throat, then around her nipple. With her hand pushing his head toward it, he opened his mouth over the pink circle and traced it with his tongue. She whimpered his name and lifted her hips in reaction. He suckled her and her nails scratched his back, encouraging him to continue.

His hand caressed her side lightly, then drew small circles on her taught stomach, testing her sensitivity. The soft touch made her arch her back in anticipation, and he was just getting started. Yes, he would definitely excel at this. His hand then descended to her mound where he slipped a finger inside of her, thrusting in and out in time with his suckling.

"Anakin…" she sighed, her legs spreading wider. Anakin moved to her other breast and paid it the same attention as the other, all the while his finger kept moving inside of her. Padmé began to circle her hips, wordlessly instructing him to twirl his finger instead of just moving it in and out. Ever the fast learner, Anakin introduced another finger and moved them in circles, curling them and stretching them inside her walls.

"Yes… Yes, Anakin…" Padmé panted. Anakin moved up her body again and kissed her lips, his fingers not stopping.

"Is that okay? Tell me what you want," he said, gauging her reactions to his touch. He was so eager to please her, to make sure she enjoyed herself as much as he had a few minutes ago. Padmé cupped his face, her eyes lowering to his full lips.

"I want your mouth on me," she said. She could see the doubt in his eyes, his fear of not being able to please her, of his inexperience, but she erased them by pulling his mouth to hers and kissing him deeply. Their tongues danced together in time with his fingers' strokes. "Taste me, Anakin?" she whispered into his mouth.

He shivered in her arms and took a determined breath, his jaw clenching. Padmé fought the urge to laugh at how seriously he was taking the request, but she figured he wouldn't take too kindly to her laughing at him in a moment like this. He pressed a final kiss on her lips and began his journey down her body again. He couldn't resist suckling on her nipples one more time, and he spent long minutes paying tribute to the soft skin of her breasts.

He moved lower, his tongue dipping into her navel and causing her to shiver. He kissed the patch of soft curls that crowned her mound and met her eyes in anticipation. She smiled softly at him and ran her hand through his hair, reassuring him. Anakin moved lower and found himself facing her folds. His fingers were still inside of her and when he removed them they were glistening with her desire. Without thinking about it, he put them in his mouth and tasted her for the first time. A shiver ran all over him at her sweetness. She tasted of paradise, of light and lust. Unable to wait any longer, he licked between her folds, searching for more of her taste.

Padmé sighed and held his head, gently guiding his movements. She had always been physically attracted to him and wanted to take him into her bed, but lately her fantasies about him leaned more towards a more intimate relationship. She wanted to teach him how to touch her, to guide him through the secrets of her body. And she wanted to make some discoveries of her own. She wanted nothing more than to spend night after night losing herself in her passion for him and wake up to his voice in the mornings, when he would make her laugh with his playful nature, only to end up disarming her again.

"Yes, right there," she whispered when his tongue found her pink nub. His lips closed around it and he suckled, making her arch her back. "Yes, use your…" she was cut off when he inserted two fingers inside of her, moving them like she had taught him earlier. A guttural moan rose up her throat and she pressed herself into his face. "Gods, Anakin! Don't stop!"

Anakin doubled his efforts, marveled by her response to his ministrations. Her hollow breaths turned into pants as her hips rose at a faster pace. His tongue flattened over her clit and rubbed it in time with his thrusting and she came undone.

"Yes!" she cried, her body exploding into a glorious climax. She'd been so pent up with sexual frustration that when he finally pushed her over the edge she could feel pure electricity flowing through her body until she was reduced to spasms and cries of his name. He continued devouring her as her contractions squeezed his fingers, her juices coating them with her pleasure.

Padmé lay on her back, completely satisfied. She felt as if she was floating on water, the soft swells massaging her body.

Anakin wasn't sure what to do next. He wanted to kiss her, but he didn't know if she would like to taste herself on his lips. He didn't want to wipe his mouth either for fear that she would be offended. Padmé stopped his train of thought by pulling him into her arms and kissing him, a lazy smile on her face.

"I take it I did very well there," he said cockily. Padmé giggled and wrapped her arms around his neck.

"Look who's all confident all of the sudden?" she teased.

"You can't blame me, can you?" he said as he kissed her cheeks.

"Hmm… no, not really," she conceded, her eyes closing in surrender to his sweet kisses.

"I can't take all the credit; I have a pretty good teacher…"

"That you do. And you know what happens to good students, don't you?" she asked, her knees sliding up his waist. Anakin smiled at her.

"Yes, they get kicked around a lot," he joked. Padmé laughed and lowered her hands to his hips.

"Yes, but they also get a prize," she said as her hand circled his shaft. He moaned when her hand pumped him, her gentle fingers circling the moist tip.

"Padmé, that feels…" he couldn't finish the sentence, her talented hands reducing him to a shuddering mess. She guided him into her and they both groaned at the sensation of being joined again. He slowly entered her until he was fully encased in her velvety walls.

Anakin kissed her throat and started moving in and out of her establishing a slow rhythm. He wanted to take his time now, to truly savor every moment inside of her, to memorize the feel of her gripping him. Every time he pulled away her muscles clenched in protest, her hands pushing his hips into her again.

The slow tempo continued and whenever she tried to make him move faster he would punish her by taking it down another notch. Finally he held her hands above her head and pressed his hips into hers, his weight preventing her from moving. She was about to protest when his pelvis started moving in tight circles, rubbing against her nub. Padmé grunted and rode her legs higher on his hips, sending him deeper. They moaned at the same time, his head falling to her shoulder.

"You feel amazing," he muttered against her collarbone, almost in agony.

"So do you… " she said in a throaty whisper, her muscles squeezing around him. Anakin swallowed hard and his shaft twitched inside of her. Padmé turned her head and nipped his earlobe. "I love being filled by you."

"Force, Padmé…" he muttered in surrender, retrieving and thrusting into her, establishing the quick rhythm he had denied her before. Her hands gripped his shoulders, her nails digging into his muscles with every long stroke. He really felt amazing. Thick and so incredibly hard that she wondered if they would ever leave this cabin.

"Harder…" she whimpered. Anakin obliged, groaning every time he entered her. Their bodies slapped together while sweat covered their skin, the scent of their lovemaking filling the air. The bed was a mess of sheets and limbs as they took their pleasure from each other, their cries bouncing off the metallic walls of the cabin.

"Don't… ungh! Don't stop, please don't ever stop!" she begged. Her nails scratched down his back, one of them deep enough to leave a mark. Anakin winced and pulled her hands above her head again, their fingers lacing.

They stared at one another, both about to reach the end. Anakin watched in awe when Padmé's eyes closed and her head shot back. A scream of his name pierced the air as her walls frantically closed around his member, her hips pushing into his to take as much pleasure as she could from him. It was almost enough to push him over the edge, but he wasn't done just yet.

As Padmé thrashed beneath him he held her face and kissed her, swallowing her cries. He pressed his forehead into hers and waited until her eyes opened to say:

"I love you."

Before he could gauge her reaction he was exploding into her, his muscles tensing and relaxing above her. He bucked on top of her until he couldn't support his own weight and collapsed into her waiting arms.

He fought to catch his breath, his face resting between her breasts. One of Padmé's hands came up to brush his hair absently while the other covered her mouth in shock.

He was in love with her.