He knew that she was there before he opened his eyes. There was no mistaking the ripples that echoed off of her in the Force, the unique taste that was hers and hers alone. He could feel her coming towards him, but what was better -- he could feel her desire.
Eyes opened to the breathtaking view of Dania standing at the foot of his bed, cloak draped around her shoulders -- a cloak that did little to hide the fact that she was delightfully naked underneath it.
"How are you feeling, Obi-Wan Kenobi?" her breathy voice demanded of him. "I heard that you might be tired. Maybe even too tired for -- "
What he might be too tired for became a moot point as she found herself swept up and deposited, cloakless, on his bed, watching his well-muscled back as he padded over to activate the door locks. The look he gave her as he returned to the bed made goosebumps form on her arms.
"I'm never too tired for you," his low voice purred in her ear. She tried to move a hand to pull him closer, but found herself held immobilized by the Force. His low chuckle made Dania shiver as she lay helpless under his ravishing eyes.
"I could get free, you know," Dania said in a conversational tone, hiding the raw desire for him well. "You may be stronger in the Force, but I'm the one with the deft touch."
I know all about your touch. The thought roared through her mind as Obi-Wan wrapped his thoughts around hers. But today I think we're going to play a little game that I thought up. My touch, not yours.
If there was a woman in the world who could resist the offer of Obi-Wan Kenobi's hands on her body, Dania had yet to meet her.
"What is this game?" she asked casually. Her eyes traveled down the finely chiseled features of his face to his strong neck and shoulders, and down further to his broad muscled chest that rippled slightly as he moved. Loose pants hung precariously to the lean waist, hiding the strongly muscled legs that Dania knew were beneath. She wanted to touch him, but he hadn't loosened the invisible restraints yet.
"You're going to get a little bit of practice for your healing training today," Obi-Wan said mysteriously, moving to the edge of the bed and letting one hand hover over her face, brushing it so lightly that she could barely feel his fingers. Her body strained as she tried to lurch up, but Obi-Wan kept the bindings tight.
"That doesn't sound particularly pleasurable," Dania responded, watching as Obi-Wan moved around to the other side of the bed, admiring the sleek gracefulness of his body.
"To be more specific, you're going to practice your empathy," Obi-Wan said. He continued to move around the room, knowing that Dania was watching him and obviously enjoying it. I want you in my mind, Dania. I want to feel what you're feeling. I want to learn what feels good for you. The smile on Obi-Wan's face became pure temptation. "I want to give you pleasure like you've never imagined."
If you want to do that, Dania growled in his mind, then get over here and touch me. Her patience was wearing thin, and watching him move back and forth, muscles flowing under tan skin, was driving her crazy with the need to touch him.
Suddenly he was there, hovering over her, eyes only inches from hers. "Let me in. All the way in." His mind pressed insistently against hers, and she let her mental barriers collapse, moaning as his thoughts began to twine with hers.
"Teach me," Obi-Wan breathed against Dania's neck, tongue darting out to lick teasingly against the hollow at the base of her throat. "Let me learn what you like." Teeth followed tongue, biting gently but insistently against her collar bone. "Let me learn what you need." Lips closed over the skin, sucking hard against her skin. Dania tried to squirm and found herself immobilized.
"Don't try to move," Obi-Wan said, moving his lips from her collarbone to her neck. "If you feel pleasure, project it at me. Use your empathy to make me feel what you're feeling." Lips closed over her skin, teeth grazing against the sensitive skin. Dania bucked upwards, projecting her pleasure into his mind wildly.
Obi-Wan pulled back, eyes a little dazed. "Is that what it does to you?" he asked softly, tracing a finger down her neck. He darted back in again, and was rewarded with another wash of pleasure breaking over him.
"That's what you do to me, Obi-Wan," Dania said softly. "It feels good, doesn't it?"
His answer was to move to the other side of her neck and roughly draw the skin between his lips, kissing and sucking and nibbling, enjoying the feel of her skin under him almost as much as he enjoyed the pleasure that echoed back at him. She moaned low in her throat, feeling his growing hardness against her leg as she let her pleasure wash over Obi-Wan again.
"I could learn to enjoy this a great deal," Obi-Wan murmered, moving his mouth down to rest between her breasts. Raising a hand to each one, he delicately traced along the sides, kissing the skin between them. The pleasure coming from her was there, but not as strong as before. Changing tactics, Obi-Wan shifted his mouth to the right, seeking another place that would evoke a strong reaction.
As his lips closed over her nipple he felt a strong burst of pleasure, growing stronger as he began to nibble lightly. He experimented with various techniques, judging their success by the level of emotions that echoed back and forth along the bond between them.
When it reached the point where Dania had lost the ability for coherent speech, Obi-Wan pulled back and climbed slowly off of her.
Where? came the passion filled query as Dania strained against the Force bonds holding her. Her need echoed at him, causing his knees to tremble.
Instead of answering, Obi-Wan moved slowly to the end of the bed and picked up one of her legs, stroking his fingers gently up the inside, and was rewarded with another jolt of pleasure. Sharing her pleasure like this was the most erotic thing he had ever experienced, and Obi-Wan was hard pressed to continue the slow caresses, intending to hold back for as long as he physically could.
He reached out again to turn Dania over, leaning over her to trace feather like kisses up her spine. Whenever he felt a particularly strong burst of pleasure he would stop and pay special attention to the spot, teasing her skin with lips, teeth, and tongue, the feeling of her pleasure tingling along his skin.
He explored her until there was no inch of her body untouched by his hands and lips, learning everything that gave her pleasure, everything that made her need him. Her gasps and moans as he touched her were rewarding, and the pleasure that he shared with her was nearly overwhelming. Several times he sat back to watch her, letting them both cool off, knowing that his control was nearing an end.
Just when Dania was convinced that she could stand no more, Obi-Wan turned her over again, trailing kisses up the inside of one thigh until his lips brushed teasingly against the curls between her legs. With no further warning, his face was suddenly buried in her, tongue plunging deep inside her and sucking fiercely.
Unable to move, unable to even squirm, Dania's eyes rolled back in her head as she whimpered and sent wave upon wave of desire cascading over Obi-Wan, crying out his name in her mind.
A few moments later and his mouth was on hers, tongue plunging between her lips and forcing entrance, lips trying to devour hers. She opened her mouth for his kiss willingly, her own tongue plunging up into his mouth. It was the only part of her she could move, the only way she could touch him -- and she needed to touch him.
Whoops, forgot about that, said a laughing voice in her head, and suddenly Dania found herself released. Legs shot up to wrap around Obi-Wan's back, pulling him tightly against her body. As she felt his hardness against her leg she moaned, grinding herself closer to him. One hand grasped his ponytail, pulling the band from it and tangling her fingers in the short hair. The other hand found the long braid and wrapped her wrist in it, forcing Obi-Wan's face down to her own.
I want you in me now! she cried, her voice echoing inside Obi-Wan's head, followed by another burst of pleasure. All too ready to comply, Obi-Wan lifted his hips upward and repositioned himself, sliding into Dania with a hoarse cry, a cry that she echoed as she tightened her legs, driving him deeper inside her. Obi-Wan began to rock, a slow, maddening tempo that had Dania crying out in frustration and need.
Pleasure like you'd never felt before, that's what I promised, came the passion-ladened thought in her mind. Dania couldn't even keep hold of her senses enough to respond, too caught up in the spell that Obi-Wan had woven around her body. Every inch of her was attuned to him; she felt like her skin had been stripped away and his hard body was pressing insistently against her nerve endings.
As he continued his maddening pace he began to project his pleasure back at her, letting her feel everything he felt, sharing with her even the pleasure he got from her pleasure. It was almost too much for Dania -- feeling her own pleasure echoed back through him, on top of his pleasure and her own, every touch and sensation hitting her three times.
When he finally granted her release, it was on a wave of ecstasy that she had never even imagined possible. Dania cried out, voice ragged from spent emotion, feeling her body shudder, her climax going on and on and on . . .
She had no idea how long she lay dazed underneath him, but when she finally regained her senses she found herself half-buried underneath Obi-Wan, still joined at the hips.
"That was -- " Dania trailed off, unsure what she could say. "It was -- I can't even say."
"I know," Obi-Wan said softly, his breath tickling her neck. He lifted himself slowly, staring down into her eyes. "I felt it." A slight grin then, and Obi-Wan nuzzled her neck. "Let's just hope that Master Qui-Gon didn't feel it too, or he's going to be very put out with us."
Dania returned the smile weakly. "I don't think Master Ilishia would be much happier."
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