TITLE: A Day at the Beach
RATING: NC-17 for sex and language
CHARACTERS: Anakin; Padme
TIME: Ten years after the events of Phantom Menace. Anakin is 19; Padme is 24
DISCLAIMER: I do not own the characters created by George Lucas nor the Star Wars concept; Lucasfilm does. I am very respectfully borrowing them because I love the Star Wars universe and the men who inhabit it. I have no intent to profit from writing this fanfic.
SUMMARY: Anakin and Padme spend a day at the beach. Sort of. :-)
Anakin Skywalker gazed out the window of the small beach house. He had only been around Padme Naberrie for a few days. He and his Master, the Jedi Knight Obi-Wan Kenobi, had recently stopped over at Naboo on their way back to Coruscant. Master Kenobi had wanted to convey the greetings of the Jedi Council to the newly elected Queen Arilana. Padme, who until recently had ruled Naboo as Queen Amidala, was now an advisor on the Queen’s Council.
Padme had been delighted to see both Obi-Wan and Anakin and had, after the long official meetings were finally over, invited them both to her parent’s home on the edge of the Western Sea. Obi-Wan had politely declined, but had urged Anakin to go and enjoy himself. They had a few days before their transport arrived to take them to Coruscant.
Anakin had spent those first few days with Padme’s parents, sisters, their husbands and their children. They were a loud and friendly family and the house was always crowded with people so Anakin had not had a chance to spend any time alone with Padme. Then, finally, Padme told her parents she and Anakin were going to spend the day at the beach. She had then placed a large picnic basket into a small aircar and flown her and Anakin to the beach.
The beach was secluded and well off the beaten path. The only structure was a tiny beach house. Once inside, Padme directed Anakin to a room where he could change and she went into another room. Anakin quickly put on his swimming trunks. He then left the room and went into the kitchen. There was no sign of Padme. He rummaged around the picnic basket until he found a nice round peach. He bit lustily into it, the pulp sweet in his mouth.
Then he heard a sound. He turned around. Padme was standing in the doorway of the kitchen. Anakin’s throat tightened and he almost choked on his peach for she was wearing the skimpiest little two piece bathing suit he had ever seen. She smiled at his reaction.
“Do you like it?” she asked as she posed for him.
Anakin convulsively swallowed the rest of the peach.
“Uh, yes,” he gasped. “I like it.”
“I never got to wear anything like this when I was Queen,” she said as she walked further into the kitchen. “It’s so liberating to be able to do so now.”
Anakin watched her, his heart pounding, as she approached him. She looked at the half-eaten peach in his hand. “Hungry, were we?”
“Huh? Oh, the peach. Sorry. I didn’t eat breakfast this morning.”
Padme’s eyebrow arched. “I noticed. You and my father were too busy playing dom-jop. Did you finally beat him?”
Anakin laughed and shook his head. “No way. Your father is one heck of a dom-jop player.”
Padme smiled. Then she reached deep down into the basket. She pulled out a green bottle and handed it to Anakin.
“Here, put this on me.”
Anakin peered down at the bottle. “What is it?”
“Sun oil. I don’t want to get wrinkled before my time.”
Anakin let his eyes graze over her body. Her skin was as smooth as silk.
“I don’t think you need to worry about that, Padme.”
“Maybe so, Ani, but better to be safe than sorry.”
She turned and presented her back to him. Anakin poured some of the oil from the bottle into his hands. He placed it on the large kitchen table and rubbed his hands together. Padme lifted her long dark hair from off her neck and, as she did, she slightly arched her back.
Anakin put his hands on Padme’s slender shoulders, reveling in the feel of her warm smooth skin beneath his palms. He rubbed the oil across her upper back, along her shoulders, over the base of her neck and then downward. As he rubbed her back, his hands slid over the knot that held together the top of her two-piece swimsuit.
“Rub some under the top, Ani,” Padme said.
Anakin swallowed, then did as she asked. As he lifted the strap, the knot began to loosen ever so slightly. He then continued on down her back. Then, when he reached her waist, he grabbed the bottle of oil and refilled his hands with the warm liquid. He rubbed them together, then slid them slowly around Padme’s slender waist.
“Hmmm, that feels good, Ani,” Padme said softly. “You have such strong hands. Must be all that lightsaber practice.”
Anakin chuckled. “Yes, that and other things.”
Anakin held on to Padme’s waist for a moment. She arched her back even more and her round tight rear moved closer to his groin. Anakin swallowed heavily, moved his hands up her back, then down again, bringing them just to the top of her rear. He paused, took a slow, deep breath; then, sighing, moved his hands back up to her shoulders. He kneaded them slowly.
“Oh, Ani,” Padme sighed. “That feels absolutely delicious.”
Padme sensuously shifted her shoulders under his hands. Anakin then moved his hands down Padme’s back, his fingers lingering over the knot of her swimsuit top. He rubbed it for a moment, but it was still tied tight. He sighed, then looked down. The bottom of Padme’s swimsuit barely covered her delectable little rear and Anakin wanted nothing more than to wrap his hands around those firm round cheeks.
He moved his hands down, stopping just to where the small of Padme’s back descended into the sweet curve of her rear. Then, to his delight, she moved back an inch or so, just enough that Anakin had to lower his hands a bit to accommodate her. They were now enclosed about the warm firm cheeks of her rear.
Then, unable to stop himself, the blood rushing through his head, Anakin quickly jerked Padme’s swimsuit bottom down her legs. Padme gasped, but held still. Once it was on the floor she then, with a small, graceful flick of her foot, kicked it away. Then she stood, silent and unmoving, her rear now fully exposed to him. Anakin swallowed, then licked his lips. He reached down and slowly kneaded and squeezed her beautiful bare cheeks. Then he reached up and poured more oil on his hands.
He moved them back to her rear and slowly caressed it, the oil sliding across her smooth skin, and was rewarded when Padme began to gently roll her hips in response to his touch. Then Anakin thought his heart was going to burst out of his chest when he saw her reach down and slowly begin to stroke herself.
With a low groan Anakin moved his hands up Padme’s back and, fingers flying, undid the knot that held the top of her swimsuit. It fluttered to the floor. He then reached over and poured more oil into his hands. He moved them around and rubbed the oil over Padme’s breasts. He felt her nipples hardening quickly under his palms. He lightly pinched them. Padme sighed thickly. Anakin then pushed her breasts together, squeezing them between his hands.
Padme whimpered and leaned back against him. She raised her hands and laid them on top of his as he rubbed and squeezed her breasts, her rear moving sweetly against his groin.
“Padme,” Anakin moaned as his cock hardened against her.
Suddenly, Padme turned around so that she was facing Anakin. She took the bottle of oil from the table and, with a slow, seductive smile, poured some of it over her breasts. Anakin’s heart stuttered in his chest when Padme reached up and slowly began to massage the oil onto her breasts, her delicate hands squeezing and rubbing them, her fingers pulling her nipples into taut little peaks.
Then, her smile even more inviting, Padme slowly slid one hand down her glistening stomach. Anakin’s hot gaze followed it, his throat so tight he could hardly breathe. Padme moved her hand down to her mound. Then, with one finger, she began to massage her clitoris, her other hand still moving across her oil-glistened breasts. Anakin stepped back a bit so that he could get a better view.
Oh, Force, he thought heatedly, she was so hot! As he watched her, he could feel his cock aching as it bulged beneath his swimming trunks. Padme’s gaze fastened on that bulge. She smiled even more widely, then looked up at him.
“Such a big boy,” she murmured. Then she grinned impishly. “Tell me, Ani. Is that a lightsaber you’re holding or are you just happy to see me?”
However, before Anakin could answer, Padme quickly reached over and grabbed his swimming trunks. He yelped as she pulled them down his legs. His shaft popped out and pointed straight at her.
“Oh,” Padme gasped. “Not just a big boy, but a very, very big boy.”
Padme then reached over and took the bottle of oil from the table. She poured some in her hands, her eyes all the while locked onto Anakin’s cock. Then, as he moaned throatily, she took his shaft in her small, delicate hands and began to rub the oil on it.
“Ooooo, yes, that feels good doesn’t it, my sweet, sweet Padawan?” Padme purred as she stroked him.
“Yes, gods, yes,” Anakin cried.
Padme smiled, then she leaned up and kissed him. When their lips touched, Padme surprised Anakin when she thrust her tongue deep into his mouth. He swiftly recovered, however, and soon their tongues were sliding together in perfect synchronization to the movements of their body as they slipped and slid against each other.
Padme continued to stroke Anakin’s rock-hard cock between her hot, eager hands. Moaning, Anakin reached around and grabbed her oil-slick rear. He held firmly onto one cheek, his other hand sliding along the crevice. Then he slid his finger down and inside her hot, wet mound. Padme moaned against his mouth. Then she pulled away and looked up into his eyes, her dark brown ones flaming with lust.
“I’ve wanted you for so long,” she murmured.
“And I you,” Anakin replied.
Padme smiled, then reached up and kissed him again, pressing her body harder against his. With a low groan, Anakin scooped her up in his arms and laid her on the table. She looked up at him, her eyes swimming with desire. Then she slowly opened her legs, propping herself on her elbows. Anakin grinned at her, his blue eyes hot.
“What a woman you are Padme Naberrie,” he said softly.
“Do you think you can handle me, Anakin Skywalker?” she asked slyly.
Anakin advanced on her. He took his swollen cock in his hand and slowly rubbed the head against her warm, wet opening.
“What do you think?” he asked with a wide grin.
Padme looked down at that large purplish head as it slipped across the entrance to her mound. She licked her lips.
“Then show me. I want action, big boy, not talk.”
Anakin pressed himself against her, giving her just a few inches of his cock, then pulling out until just the head was touching her.
“Oh, don‘t be a tease, Ani,” Padme said in a sultry voice.
But Anakin wanted to take his time because--and not that he was one to brag or anything, mind you--he was pretty big and Padme was so small and he didn’t want to hurt her. He eased forward again, this time giving her a little more of him. Padme shivered, a soft squeal purling from her mouth. Her beautiful brown eyes widened and her lips parted.
“Oh, Anakin,” she sighed. “Don’t worry about me. Give it all to me. I can take it.”
“All right. What the lady wants, the lady gets,” Anakin said laughing.
He then quickly grabbed her hips and, with one hard thrust, buried his entire length into her.
“YES!” Padme shouted. “Oh yes! Now, that‘s more like it!”
Anakin closed his eyes for a moment as the pulsing walls of Padme’s mound squeezed his cock. Oh, by the Seven Venerable Masters and their collective hairy beards did it feel good! So good!
He took a long, shuddering breath, then slowly pulled himself out of her. He looked down at his shaft as it slid from her, glistening with her wetness. Then, as he looked up at her beautiful face, her eyes locked onto his, Anakin bucked his hips and slammed back into her.
Padme threw her head back and screamed, but it was a scream of pure pleasure. Anakin then began to pump in and out of her. He groaned as Padme’s hips rose to meet every one of his thrusts. Gods, she was so tight, so sweet, so hot! Then he watched, his heart thumping, as Padme pushed herself up on her elbows so that she could watch him as he moved in and out of her.
“Oh, yes, Ani, that’s it. Fuck me, fuck me with that big sweet juicy cock.”
At her words, Anakin gave a strangled cry. He grunted and moved faster into her. Padme moaned and fell back onto the table, her eyes half-closed, her mouth panting as she let him have her.
As Anakin fucked Padme, his gaze fastened onto her lovely breasts which were jiggling with each of his thrusts into her. He reached up and grabbed them, rubbing his fingers briskly over the hard, tight nipples. Padme moaned. Then Anakin, still thrusting inside her, reached over and grabbed the bottle of oil. He poured the remainder of it over her body. Then he ran his hands over her, mixing the oil with the sweat that was beading on her skin.
Padme licked her lips and lifted her hands, running them up and down Anakin’s side as he continued to rub his hands over her stomach, her breasts, her shoulders. She reached up and grabbed his neck, pulling his face down to hers. Then she kissed him hard, her tongue lashing against his. Anakin groaned. Then, still inside her, he crawled onto the table. With a strong, swift movement, he flipped over onto his back. Padme was now on top of him. She grinned down at him, her hair falling across her shoulders.
“Sneaky Jedi,” she murmured.
Then she lifted herself off his shaft until the head was just grazing her mound. She stared down at him for a moment, then quickly lowered herself back onto his cock. Anakin groaned and grabbed her hips. Padme responded by leaning back and rolling her hips around his cock; in effect, making him caress her deep inside.
“Gods, Padme,” Anakin growled.
Padme continued to roll her hips against his pelvis. Anakin remained still, letting her control the movements. Then he watched, his throat tight, as Padme ran her hands across her oil and sweat glistened breasts, her fingers squeezing her nipples. Force, Anakin thought, she sure liked to touch herself. Then he smiled. And he sure liked to watch her do it.
Padme then moved her hands up to her neck. She lifted her long dark hair and piled it high on top of her head. Then she gazed down at Anakin, her lovely brown eyes hot with lust. As he looked up at her, Anakin again marveled at how utterly beautiful she was. Padme tilted her head at him, the dark strands slowly slipping from her fingers and onto her shapely neck.
“What do you want, Anakin Skywalker?” she asked softly.
“I want you.”
Padme leaned down and slipped her hands across his slick chest.
“And what do you want me to do, Ani?” she whispered.
“I want you to fuck me.”
Padme smiled, then sat back up. Parting her lips, she began to pump up and down Anakin’s cock, her body slapping wetly against his. As she did so, her breasts bounced and quivered and, with a low, deep cry, Anakin reached up and grabbed them. Then, like a man possessed, he eagerly explored her whole body with his hot, eager hands; her soft sweet breasts; her round, firm rear; the gentle curve of her waist; her long silky hair.
Then Anakin pulled Padme down on top of him, kissing her long and hard. He felt her struggling to breathe, but he didn’t let her go. Then with one final, fierce breath-stopping kiss, he released her.
Padme pulled away, gasping, her mouth kiss-swollen, her lungs struggling for air, her eyes boring into his. Then, with a hot, sultry smile, she moved fast and hard against him, his shaft sliding in and out of her.
“Force, yes, Padme! Fuck me, fuck me!” Anakin urged her.
Padme threw her head back, the ends of her hair tickling his thighs. Then, her body convulsing, she began to scream as she bucked wildly against him.
“By the Mother! Yes, oh, gods, yes!”
Padme cried out again, her voice high and sweet, as her orgasm consumed her. She screamed again then, with a long shudder, collapsed onto Anakin’s chest. Then, before Anakin could move, Padme grabbed his face and kissed him hard, her lips moving hotly over his. With a harsh groan, Anakin thrust his cock hard up into her and, soon, the movement of Padme’s tongue in his mouth seemed to keep time with his fucking of her.
Then, as he felt his own orgasm building inside him, Anakin quickly grabbed Padme by the waist and turned her over so that he was on top of her. He pressed her hard against the table and thrust wildly into her, his cock moving so fast Padme’s whole body was shaking.
“Ani, Ani!” Padme cried as she beat at his arms with her small fists. “Oh, yes, yes! Fuck me! Fuck me!”
Sweat poured off Anakin’s back and down his chest, the hot droplets dripping onto Padme’s shuddering body. He closed his eyes tight for his impending climax was like a wave, rising higher and higher and higher and, when it finally crested, Anakin roared as he exploded inside Padme.
“Sith!” he shouted as his hot seed jetted into her. Then he felt Padme writhing under him and he realized she was coming again. She grabbed his arms, her long nails digging sharply into his flesh but the pain only added to the delight and Anakin cried out again.
He and Padme jerked and bucked against each other for long sweet moments; then, finally, their breath slowing, their hearts returning to a normal rate of beating, Anakin lowered himself gently onto Padme. She reached up and slipped her arms about his sweat-drenched and oil-slicked back. Anakin then nestled his face deep into her warm, damp neck, the scent of sex, the sun oil and her perfume filling his senses.
“Padme,” he gasped.
“Do you still want to go down to the beach?”
Padme laughed softly.
“What do you think?”
Anakin also laughed. Then, as he felt his shaft hardening again, he moved back inside her.
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