Continued from Chapter 2. Rated M

Varykino Evening 2 (Devotion)

Aala was nearly overwhelmed by the idea that she was celebrating a honeymoon with the man she loved. Up until a week ago, not once had she imagined that this could be a possibility for them. His devotion to the Order was always first and foremost and she had never expected anything less, or anything more.

In his own way, despite his devotion to his calling, he had always been so generous - with his time, his compassion, and his affection. And to her great delight, his kisses. For Aala, this had always been enough.

Now that they had so much more time to be together, it was even more so, and that generous mouth continued its work still, brushing over her chin and sliding down her neck. As he kissed and nipped her sensitive skin, she shifted beneath him, feeling as if all her senses were being set aflame and the press of his swollen length against her slim thigh became even more apparent.

His name came from her throat on a gasp and he hardened further against her leg. To improve his position he moved then, so he was hovering over her, his mouth continuing its trek along the curve of her collarbone and down.

Of their own accord, her hands began to smooth down his back, and she couldn't help herself, deft fingers slipping with ease under the only thing between his skin and hers. Underneath those black shorts, her hands pressed against his buttocks, urging him closer, because his body against hers felt so good, and he gave a low moan of approval, obliging her with a tilt of his pelvis.

If possible, the length of his cock seemed to swell further as he ground his hips against hers once, slowly, his hardness insistent against the soft flesh between her legs.

So badly she wanted him, there, on her and inside her, but she vowed to continue this tortuous pace they had already set, savoring each sensation he evoked. Taking a slow breath, she relaxed underneath him and moved one hand between her body and his. While he had enjoyed caressing and plucking at the her silky dress all night, all the same now she wanted to revel in the feeling of the soft cotton that was covering him.

With gentle fingers, she cupped the bulge of his erection, warm and heavy in the palm of her hand. She rubbed a little and the friction of the cotton over his overheated skin made him groan aloud. It was one of the best sounds she had heard all night and it made her need coil even tighter inside of her.

"Aala..." Muffled by her shoulder, her name was the softest murmur on his lips, full of love and desire, and she knew she could not wait any longer to carry on.

Carefully, she tugged at the waist of his sexy underwear, lamenting their loss even as her throat caught with the anticipation of what was to come. When she had pushed them down his lithe, muscular thighs she used her feet to move them the rest of the way down his legs until he could raise up and kick them off.

The press of his nude form against all of hers as he returned to her was incredible. She sighed, rubbing her body against his, wriggling underneath him and he grinned, his eyes catching the glint of a knowing smile.

Half kneeling between her legs, he shifted to brace himself on his forearms above her, careful not to put too much weight on her as he stretched his body across hers.

The soft hair that covered his legs tickled her thighs and his erection was nestled against her belly, caught between their bodies. The tips of her breasts grazed his chest, and he lifted his hands so he could sweep her hair away from her face with his hands.

Leaning forward, he dropped a light kiss on her temple, his lips lingering on her skin, and then he pulled back to smile at her again.

"I'm so happy you said yes," he told her, his voice low and soft. "My darling Aala." The lilt of his accent and the way he said her name made her shiver with desire. There was never any way she could tire of the words of affection he was so generous with.

"I love you," she said, tears stinging in the back of her eyes. "I'm sorry I made you wait." Though she was absolutely sincere, Aala flashed him a good-humored smile in the interest of keeping the mood light.

Obi-Wan chuckled in reply. "I would've waited a thousand years," he admitted softly, "if that's what you wanted. I understood." He punctuated his words with a quick kiss and drew back again. "And I wouldn't have it any other way."

Happiness filled her at the way he loved her, faults and all, and she couldn't imagine anything better than him, nothing else could make her feel luckier. A soft sigh escaped and she lifted her hands to weave her fingers through the strands of his hair before pulling him closer. "Make love to me, please," she murmured against his lips.

One brow lifted in wry amusement, and then Obi-Wan leaned down to fuse his mouth with hers.

It stoked the fire inside of her to new levels of scorching heat. Wantonly, she wriggled underneath him and shifted so her legs spread wider, bringing him further into the cradle of her hips. He sighed, pleasure evident in the husky sound, and began to work his way down her body with his mouth.

It was only a second and his eager lips met the swell of her breast. Slowly he moved across the flesh, closer and closer to her coral nipple. On instinct, Aala arched her back, desperate for more and a gasp of pleasure left her as he caught the hardened tip in his teeth. In the next instant, he soothed the sensitive bead of flesh with his tongue, twirling and caressing, and it sent sparks straight to her core. His mouth closed around her nipple then, sucking and she gasped for breath, overcome by sensation.

The rocking of her hips underneath him, in turn, made his own buck. The movement sent the base of his shaft rubbing against her lower lips and the pressure against her swollen clit was almost too much.

Unable to help herself, she lifted her seat so she could rub herself on his hardness again. The pleasure she felt rose another notch and she heard herself whimper his name. Too long; it had been far too long and she needed him so badly now, she felt her control slip away. "Please, please..." The words came on a whimper, needy.

Already his lips had begun a journey down her body, his intentions clear, but at her plea he shifted, sitting back between her legs, understanding that she didn't want to, that she could not wait any longer.

Carefully, he angled his own hips while his hands clasped and lifted hers. Their eyes met and held as he positioned himself at her core and inch by inch, so slow, he slid himself deep inside of her.

Aala bit her lip as he did so, the feeling of their bodies joining, the hot gleam of anticipation in his eye, the determination - it was captivating, and it was a struggle for her not to come undone instantly.

For long drawn out moments of bliss he controlled every movement, pushing forward until he filled her completely, then pulling back as much as he could without leaving her slick warmth. It was a heady experience; she felt like she was drowning in the pleasure he was creating inside her, and as he pushed further, deeper, clutching her hips, she lost the last threads of her composure and finally cried out in pleasure.

The sound, or the feeling, or both seemed to snap something inside of him as well and he groaned, his eyes closing.

Aala was mesmerized; he was so beautiful, just like this, as he was, and she reached out for him, wrapping her fingers around his biceps and beckoning him closer. "More," she pleaded, his length throbbing inside of her. "Please..."

Something... She wanted something... For him to be closer, on top of her, faster, harder, something, but he continued. He drew out of her slowly, and with a determined purpose, slid back in, letting her feel every inch of him as she stretched and molded around his cock.

So she squeezed, contracting her inner muscles, and she let him feel all of her. It was only twice before he was gasping in pleasure and before she knew what was happening, he tugged on her arms so she was sitting upright on his lap, his length still buried deep inside her.

Fingers weaving in her hair, he pulled her to him, kissing her on the mouth. It was a long deep kiss, his tongue sweeping boldly across hers, questing, inciting. His lips moved to her cheek then her neck and shoulder, worshiping her skin before returning to her mouth.

As he kissed her, she hooked her legs around his hips, her feet pressing against his buttocks and the bed behind him so she had a bit of leverage. Situated better on his lap she was able to swivel her hips, grinding against him, and she did just that again and again.

Tingling pleasure spiked through her, starting at her core and rushing all the way to the very tips of her fingers. At once their kiss was broken, though she wasn't sure if it was him or her, they were both gasping for breath. He moved then, rocking his hips forward so he could push further into her channel. Already with her on top of him, he filled her so completely, but still he was able to thrust, creating a delicious friction inside. Every nerve ending was lit, sending jolts of blissful electricity coursing through her body.

How he was moving so perfectly while on his knees with her on top of him she wasn't sure but she was quickly on her way to losing every bit of coherency. With every thrust, pleasure crested higher and higher.

Grasping her hips and lifting them just a bit, his pace increased and she kept her eyes open watching him as long as she could, his lips parted as he gave a low moan, his breathing heavy and his eyes intense with passion and desire. Her climax was coming, hard and fast, threatening to overtake her, sweep her away, and finally when she could no longer stand it, she threw her head back, arching her body into his.

Obi-Wan groaned and she felt the press of his lips on her neck as he pulled her closer, the sensitive tips of her nipples rubbing his chest and her pulsing clit slipping upon him with each thrust, each time she moved on his lap.

As they both neared their release, impossibly he seemed to thrust even deeper then before, filling her utterly and she called out again, right on the brink of orgasm.

"Yes, please," she cried, "please..."

It was all perfect, and so right and he was sliding, pushing into her body again and again and then she was flying off the precipice, indescribable pleasure crashing over her like a tidal wave. A wordless cry left her as she peaked and dimly she was aware that Obi-Wan was groaning, bucking erratically beneath her as he came as well.

It felt like forever, the pleasure went on and on, waves of pure bliss rolling over her one after the other as she felt his warmth spilling inside of her.

Obi-Wan held her tightly through the whole thing, one hand still clutching her rocking hips while the other arm wrapped around her back. Aala's own arms were looped around his neck, and after long, long moments, when her passion finally began to recede, a pleasant lethargy filled her and she dropped her head to her husband's muscled shoulder, her lips brushing his neck.

"I love you so much," she sighed after a minute.

Still, he felt hard inside her and she savored the full press of him as her core pulsed, so slowly coming down from the heights he had propelled her to.

"I love you too," he replied, his voice low and a little hoarse.

It was absolute, so much so she could feel it like a thread of steel that was a bond between them and it was the best feeling she had ever known.

And so safe and content in his arms, she knew there was no where else she would ever rather be. With the consummation of their marriage, Aala felt a deep peaceful completeness come over her. She knew this was right, that it was meant to be and the weight of her decision was fully lifted off her shoulders.

Next she knew, she realized she must have dozed off. The feeling of Obi-Wan gently slipping out of her core roused her and she noticed she was already lying back against the downy pillows at the head of the bed.

She murmured, a sleepy half-hearted complaint as he left her but it was only a moment and he returned, gathering her in his arms as he pulled the covers up around them. Each movement gentle and reverent, he stretched his body along the length of hers and pressed her back to his chest. He was so warm, wrapped around her, and so comfortable.

She wanted to tell him again that she loved him, to tell him how happy she was, but she couldn't quite get her mouth to form the words, so she thought it, willing him to know.

Perhaps he had heard in his way as in the next moment he gave a quiet contented sigh and pulled his arm tighter around her waist.

As she fell asleep in his arms, Aala had no other thought in her head beyond her husband's embrace and the love she could feel between them.

AN: Many thanks to laloga for all her help and support and beta-ing this part and the part before as well. I will have another post next week if y'all like. Follow this story and 'Miracle' for all the up to date posts :)

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