I'm sorry that I'm so long in updating, but I was on vacation. I hope you enjoy this chapter! I really hope I did it justice. Due to consensus of opinion, I have changed the rating to M. I thought it was milder than that, but to be safe, it is now an M. Thank you so much for your awesome reviews!
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Obi-Wan leaned over the crib, pushing Luke and Leia into a deep sleep with judicious use of the Force. He felt only slightly guilty at doing so. After all, this would be a special night for him and Padme. He preferred that it be uninterrupted, if at all possible. Obi-Wan was excited, but also a tad nervous. He hadn't been with a woman for quite a while. And this wasn't just any woman – this was Padme!
Padme walked out of the fresher to find Obi-Wan leaning over the crib. He was dressed only in sleep pants. She wished she could do something to calm her pounding heart. She was excited and nervous. Excitement, not to mention impatience, however, was winning out. Padme came up behind Obi-Wan and slipped her arms around his waist. "Are they asleep yet?"
Obi-Wan shivered slightly as Padme's satin-encased body pressed up against him. "Yes."
"Let's hope our children will give us the whole night." Padme started raining kisses on Obi-Wan's back and shoulders. This was really happening! She still could hardly believe it. His skin felt so good!
Obi-Wan was grinning from ear to ear. Not only did Padme's ministrations feel wonderful, but her words had gone straight to his heart. He turned around to face her.
Padme didn't let go of her hold on Obi-Wan, even as he swiveled around. "What?"
"You said, 'our children.'"
"They are your children, Obi-Wan, every bit as much as mine."
Obi-Wan gently traced Padme's cheekbones with his thumbs. "I guess that makes us a family now, doesn't it?"
Now it was Padme's turn to grin from ear to ear. "Yes, it does." She leaned up and gently kissed Obi-Wan's lips.
Obi-Wan dug his fingers into Padme's loose hair as the kiss deepened. All thoughts of conversing vacated his mind.
Padme ended the kiss and pulled Obi-Wan away from the crib. This moment in time was the best present she could ever hope to receive. And right now, she wanted nothing more than to unwrap her gift.
After just a few steps, Obi-Wan pulled Padme back into his embrace. He already missed the feel of her lips. And now he had every intention of doing a thorough inspection of her mouth.
Padme happily welcomed Obi-Wan's tongue in its inspection, and gladly moved to start her own. Even as her tongue dueled with his, her hands moved slowly down his back. She reveled in the feel of his smooth skin as she worked her way down to the waistband of his pants. She slipped her hands in and started to pull them down over his hips.
At feeling Padme's stealthy hands, Obi-Wan finally released her mouth. Panting for breath, he opened his eyes to meet her intense gaze. Her chocolate-brown eyes seemed darker than usual, almost black. His eyes traveled down and took in her beauty. She was wearing a dark blue nightie that accentuated her curves and glowing, pale skin. Obi-Wan's eyes came back up to meet Padme's as his sleep pants fell down around his ankles.
Padme returned Obi-Wan's grin as he kicked his pants away. She stepped back to take in the sight she had fantasized about since seeing him in the towel that first time. Her eyes widened as they traveled downward. Well, there's one area where he was larger than Anakin.
Obi-Wan was a sight to behold. He was slender, but wonderfully sculpted. His was a compact frame full of wiry strength. Obi-Wan was the absolute epitome of masculine beauty. All the women throughout the galaxy who had wondered what this sexy Jedi Master looked like without his robe and tunics would undoubtedly be very pleased.
Padme closed in on Obi-Wan again. "The Force must be a sculptor."
A crease appeared between Obi-Wan's eyebrows. "What?"
Padme ran her hands down his wonderfully hairy chest. "You, Obi-Wan Kenobi, are a piece of art." She effectively cut off his flustered protest with another searing kiss. Padme's arms wound around him and her hands started an exploration of his gorgeous body. Her hands made their way down over his nicely-shaped backside and pulled him even closer.
Obi-Wan broke off the kiss and started nibbling his way toward Padme's ear. "You have me at a disadvantage," he whispered huskily. His hands moved down her neck. As they passed over her shoulders, his thumbs hooked around her straps and nimbly pulled them down.
Padme lowered her arms so her nightie could easily fall to the floor. She felt a bit self-conscious about her body. She did not have her pre-pregnancy figure back yet.
Obi-Wan picked up on her feelings. "You are absolutely stunning, Padme." His eyes feasted on her curvy, yet slender, figure. No longer satisfied with just using his eyes, he stepped closer and his hands joined in moving over her silky skin. He released a groan at the sensation of their naked bodies coming together.
That sound coming from Obi-Wan was the most erotic thing Padme had ever heard. She wanted to be joined with him NOW. It felt like she had waited all her life for this moment. Now that it was actually here, she just wanted to be as close to Obi-Wan as humanly possible, as quickly as possible. She wanted to feel him inside of her.
Padme traced the line of hair that ran from his chest down over his belly – a line that was like an arrow pointing to her destination. As her hand encircled his rather large organ, she pulled him into a hungry kiss.
Obi-Wan's gasp was swallowed by Padme's voracious kiss. He groaned as her magical hand worked him quickly to full arousal. His mouth attacked hers with a passion he had never felt before. After a moment, he slid his hand in between their heated bodies to stay hers before he became entirely too excited.
Obi-Wan swept Padme into his arms and carried her to their bed, all the while never breaking their fevered kiss. He was feeling a nearly overwhelming desire to be one with her. He spread himself over her and started heated kisses down her neck, over her collar bones and finally to her breasts.
Padme gasped at the sensation of Obi-Wan's hot mouth on her extremely sensitive nipples. After moments of sweet torture, she felt she couldn't bear to wait any longer. "Please, Obi-Wan, I need you inside of me."
Those words alone nearly made Obi-Wan come undone. He was very glad that he wasn't the only one feeling impatient! "Anything you wish, my love."
'My love.' Padme was awash in emotion and sensation. Even with the passion she and Anakin had shared in the beginning of their marriage, nothing could compare to this. She looked deep into the blue eyes of the man she loved more than life. Padme held Obi-Wan's gaze as he sheathed himself in her fully. Now she was complete. Two halves had become one.
Obi-Wan lost himself in the feel of Padme. It felt like he was truly home for the first time in his life. Soul mate. He finally understood what that term meant. Obi-Wan started an unhurried movement within her. Time slowed in exquisite repose. Words kept floating through his mind. Love. Bliss. Beauty. Life. Desire. His movements sped up as his increasing passion shut out all thought.
Excitement building higher and higher, Padme felt like she was about to burst from it. It wasn't long before she was at the precipice of absolute bliss, then crying out Obi-Wan's name as she went over. Only seconds later, Obi-Wan joined her. His weight soon settled on her as his arms gave out.
As Obi-Wan came down from his high, he realized that he was squishing Padme. He started to roll off of her.
"No, don't!" Padme kept her arms and legs wrapped securely around Obi-Wan. She wasn't ready to be parted from him yet.
"Are you sure I'm not too heavy?"
"No, you're fine. I'm not ready for this to end yet."
"Who says it has to end?" Obi-Wan grinned down at Padme.
"You know what I mean." Padme swatted his shoulder playfully. "I'm not ready for this moment to end. I've never felt happier or more complete than I do right now."
Obi-Wan gently moved a sweaty lock of hair from Padme's forehead. "I feel the same way. I love you…very much."
"I love you, too."
Propping himself up on his elbow, Obi-Wan started raining kisses all over Padme's face. He kissed her forehead, each of her eyelids, the tip of her nose, and laid just the barest of brushes over her lips. Obi-Wan moved to her graceful neck, gently kissing and tasting her skin on his way down. This time there would be no rushing. This time he would explore every inch of this lovely lady.
Arching upward, Padme reveled in the feel of Obi-Wan's lips and tongue roving over her body. Her limbs weakening in her rekindled arousal, she let go of her death grip on him so he could continue his downward travels. Padme's fantasies of being with Obi-Wan had been pretty vivid, but reality was SO much better than she could have imagined.
Padme gasped as Obi-Wan's tongue delved into her navel. Oh, the things the man could do with his tongue! She had a feeling that she hadn't even begun to experience his talents. Obi-Wan continued his trek down her body, teasingly bypassing the area that most ached for his touch.
Obi-Wan moved his exploratory journey down to Padme's left thigh. He had every intention of stretching out her enjoyment as long as possible. He slowly moved over the entire length of her leg – even kissing the tips of each of her toes. Eventually, Obi-Wan made his way over to her right foot and slowly started his journey back up.
As Obi-Wan worked on her right knee, Padme nearly began to whimper with need. Who would have thought the back of the knee could be an erogenous zone? The pace Obi-Wan had set was becoming exquisite torture. Could someone die from drawn-out arousal? Padme was beginning to wonder.
Obi-Wan was now paying excruciatingly slow attention to Padme's right thigh. She could no longer stifle the resulting sounds of her torture. "Obi-Wan, please!"
Pausing from his task, Obi-Wan flashed Padme a rather evil-looking grin. "Please, what?"
Now panting with arousal, Padme glared at Obi-Wan. "You bloody well know what! You're going to drive me crazy!"
Obi-Wan slid up Padme's body and starting kissing and nipping at her neck. "Would I do that?" He didn't give her a chance to answer before plundering her mouth in another elongated dance. After releasing her mouth, he slowly moved in another downward journey. Obi-Wan spent an ample amount of time at Padme's breasts before moving on again.
Padme moaned as Obi-Wan's tongue traveled down her belly. She was now a firm believer that, yes, a person COULD die from postponed release. She had no idea that Obi-Wan could be such an evil tease. But turnabout was fair play. He would have his turn. And it would be all he had put her through and more!
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I know, another evil cliffhanger! But I promise it won't belong until the next update!