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His damp skin feels so good against your own as he kisses your cheek and neck. Luke Skywalker is here with you at last; you are in his room, near his bed at last, after so much talking, fantasising and stimulation, and this time you are determined that you both will not be disturbed. Twice he has had to ask you here this evening, and twice he has teased and worshipped you in ways you could only privately imagine as a hot, fiery fantasy while alone in your bed. Here, now, tonight - you are truly his in your mind. Your date together has revealed much about his loneliness and your desire to connect with him, your lustful ideas from afar in admiration and in awe now more distant as the real, vulnerable and sexual side of him has come into view. Your teasing of him with your sexy dress (which he freely explored beneath its silky fabric) and the skinny dip at the waterfall has certainly revealed your attraction to this gentle yet powerful Jedi. Your mutual lust is evident, as he has demonstrated to you twice just how much he wishes to ravish you in his arms, in his bed, over and over. Stars above, you know you need this. What will this sunset summer evening bring, now that you have acquiesced to his passionate declarations, and given yourself permission to enjoy his chivalry?
His kisses feel more urgent as you cross the threshold into his room, his hands feeling for low lights blindly until he remembers to use the force to softly illuminate your way into the cosy, intimate space, lit by two soft lamps at either end of the room. Without question, it feels like the room of a young man - though tidy, it is sparse, the bedsheets loosely made, sleep clothes folded, and a few small objects - books, a small black bag near the bed - are all you can see. He turns back to you to resume kissing you when you stumble back, miscalculating your steps, and land on the bed in a sitting position. He smiles, relieved you are all right, as you burst out laughing to relieve the sexual tension. ‘I guess you knocked me off my feet, Skywalker,’ you giggle at the pun, and Luke smiles at the joke in kindness.
‘I guess I did… though you did most of the exciting things tonight... leading me astray…’ he winks, looking at you wearing that red, clinging dress. ‘Jedis should not be so open to temptation’ you counter cheekily. It is only then that you notice that he is standing slightly over you, as though he is unsure what move to make next. You had wondered which form of seduction, what exact move Luke would make on you before tonight, and imagined filthy scenarios that were straight out of the best (and most graphic) books and holofilms you had (privately) read or seen. What could you do to this Jedi knight that would make him weak for you, to surrender to you, to make him crave you?
Standing before you in his increasingly distressed black Jedi outfit, he is a sight with damp hair and a glint in his eye. He’s watching your face for few short seconds, wondering what you are thinking as you have managed to keep a delicious idea just beyond his reach. Do you dare do it? Only one way to find out (you reason, naughtily)! You reach out for his hand which he mistakes for you to be pulled to your feet. Instead, you pull him closer, tug him towards you while still sitting on his bed, your head level with his chest. Your run your hands over his tabard, with only his black pants and small belt with the lightsaber clip on display. The feel of his body through the fabric is tantalising, and you remember the look and feel of his arms and legs in the water earlier. He breathes calmly, aroused at your touch even through his damp clothes. He has been starved of real intimacy for some time before your tryst this evening. Luke feels alive at the sensation of your fingertips. Though he kept his most intimate parts a mystery to you in the water, you remember that he hurriedly turned away as you awkwardly climbed back into your dampened dress, the fabric clinging to your skin as you tried and almost failed to get it back on with ease. Luke looked away as he tended to his own clothes; you tried to peek at his naked form from behind but managed to miss the opportunity entirely. You still promised yourself you were going to sink your teeth into his firm ass cheeks before tonight was through. It was a shame not to get a sneaky preview, though, considering how perfectly pert you imagined his toned derriere would be.
And then you remembered he had been fisting an item in his other hand as you hurried back to with him to his quarters… an item that was wet and slightly dripping as you walked along. His black boxers had been removed, and that meant that he was now going commando too - nothing but sleek black fabric covering his bare throbbing cock - under those pants; this was a nice surprise not by design but by circumstance. You smile to yourself; this is a delicious deduction you are very keen to unveil.
You pull his centre towards you and move your hands up and down his thighs. He sighs again at your touch but has not yet revealed that he read your wicked thought… he smiles slowly when you move your hand to the zip at the front of the pants. You unzip it slowly, enjoying the sound and tension of this moment as he knows that you know he is unencumbered beneath… you reach in through the opening of the fabric to feel his warm and ample cock - it is not fully erect yet but certainly keen to be touched - it twitches slightly as your fingertips feel the outline of his promising, thick shaft. ‘Now that’s a nice surprise,’ you whisper and look up at his coy smile. He is still gripping his wet black cloth boxers in his left hand, as though he has temporarily forgotten them and swiftly decides to let them go; his right gloved one now moves lightly to graze your chin in anticipation of your next move. You pull his cock out through the fabric and it springs free, long, thick, creamy with a rosy pink tip gently glistening with beads of precum in all the excitement. It is prettier than you imagined and certainly better than you had privately hoped. Wordlessly, you lower your mouth over the rosy head of his shaft, your tongue lapping up the salty-sweet clear juice and swirling it around the tip. You look up at him to gauge his immediate reaction -and Luke gasps and throws his head back at the arousing warmth of your mouth.
Once accustomed to your sucking and deep licks, he gazes back down at you intently and intensely as your mouth probes deeper and deeper, taking in a little more of his length. He looks quiet, serious almost, as though he is only just about to give himself permission actually to enjoy your wet mouth and fluttering tongue. You close your eyes, in desire, and feel his whole body sigh as the flood of permitted pleasure finally takes over his body - relaxing into the wave of your warm sucking. You go deeper, your tongue now seeking the base of his ample organ and run the length of your tongue down while throating his length towards the back of your mouth. This is worship at its finest, confirmed by feeling both of his hands gently resting on both sides of your face. As your head slowly moves up and down to savour him, while responding to his audible, breathy whimpers at the sensation, his hands rest on your head and gently follow your tempo - he does not rush you and yet you sense this is a deep-held private sexual fantasy of his being realised. His essence seems to glow with desire. Luke wants to gently fuck your mouth though he wouldn't dare describe it that way. Since you first spoke weeks ago, your pretty lips delicately kissing his cock and taking him in was a delicious thought he saved for those private moments alone at night when in need of a little short release. Looking down at your eager mouth now, he cannot help but feel the pressure tingle and rise in his cock, edging him close to a release he wants to savour yet knows he must delay. The warmth of your lips taking him in all the way is overwhelming - a sweet sensation that fills him with erotic lust and joy at the feeling of worship. His feelings of isolation and self-preservation are quelled by the intimacy of your embrace. You felt like safety, like longed-for comfort for which he craves beyond any confession he dares to acknowledge.
He is not the Jedi player you had feared - this is a man whose body is a temple to be worshipped privately by a precious few. You have no intention of letting him come quickly either; what fun is there to be he if he quickly and spectacularly spilled his seed down your throat quite so soon? You withdraw after a few more long and delicious strokes, your mouth now slowly retreating upwards until your final kisses merely encircle his throbbing tip. ‘I had a hunch you were exposed under there,’ you admit… ‘and I wanted to take a look for myself’. ‘Oh yeah?’ He tries to compose himself as he edges his base desire to grab your mouth and reinsert his cock deep into your throat - a gentleman such as he would never do it, but, ideals aside, a near-celibate Jedi would reasonably struggle without some much-needed distraction. This Jedi can edge sexually, but from the growing feel and sensations of his throbbing cock in your mouth, you know he will spill himself with force if you continue to tease him with your wet, demanding tongue. You withdraw with a satisfying smile, having brought him along....
‘You are so beautiful, Luke,’ you say, to distract him from the intense feeling of the moment being paused. ‘I can’t wait to see what else that beautiful sabre of yours will do to me,’ you tease. He pauses, with a wicked smile now creeping across his mouth, considering what next to do to get you both further riled up. Quick as a flash, he picks you up by your shoulders to a standing position. Kissing you deeply, with increased hunger and ferocity, he permits himself to let go of all of his fears of control. He pushes you against the wall and forces your arms up with his hands, pinning you to assert his dominance.
'Do you want it slow and sweet?' He whispers in a sexy low tone, now grinding his hips slowly through his clothed crotch, not knowing exactly which way his hunger will take him, 'or do you want me in charge?' He slips a finger under the split of your dress again, drawing circles up your thighs towards your hot, aching core. 'How else would you like it?' You say between breathy panting as his fingers arrive at the aching peak of your slick clit, rolling his fingers between your folds and pressing his thumb under your delicate hood. 'I like the idea of playing...' he smiles. 'Of being in control over you', he kisses between words, as though such an admission required tenderness to offset the power he wished to exert over your pleasure. 'Choose your pleasure' you gasp, your mind unable to process much beyond the ache of wanting him inside you as soon as possible.
He leads you to the bed again and quickly spins you onto your front on the bed. Facedown on the bedspread, you wonder why he’s roughhousing you quite so quickly… when you hear the belt on his pants being hurriedly and decisively undone. The unmistakable tinkle sound of metal clasps and the lightsaber clip jingle, and the swift movement of fabric off of his lower body means you know he is now fully exposed below the waist. This motion is somewhere between erotic play and the desperation he feels to put his length near your moist womanhood. He keeps his tabard on … knowing that you admire him in it so much, and he wants to further that erotic charge he sensed radiating from you. The same tabard you stained with your core juices earlier that evening and must be starting to show on the fabric. He loved the smell of you on the fabric still… it was a trophy for his desired conquest to worship your folds in public. He may be Luke Skywalker, Jedi Knight, master and hero in the galaxy, but he also indulged the deliciously feral private and exhibitionist idea of being witnessed eating out beautiful pussy in public. The small part of Luke that enjoyed exhibitionism could not resist this commingling of primal sexual conquest and the discovery of him face deep in the heat of the moment, his mouth dripping with your sweet nectar.
In the tussle to turn you over, your dress gives way on your breasts. Your tits now spill out of the fabric with the speed and suddenness of the move, and his gloved right hand reaches around to tweak your right breast and its hardened pink peak. Before you can arch your back to kneel on the bed to stand up, or at least look back at him, his hand gently but firmly keeps you down kneeling down on all fours in place - the hand at the centre of your back encouraging you to say put while his hips, and thick cock feel agonisingly close to your pounding core. He steadies himself behind you and grabs both tits firmly, rolling your mounds between his fingers and teasing your nipples between thumbs and middle fingers. ‘Stay there… my good girl' he whispers… 'and let me look at you'. You inhale at the confidence and direction of his moves, how assured he is in what he wants to feel on your body and how eager you are to surrender to such a dominant streak. He pushes the thin and delicate fabric of your dress aside, exposing your ass to him. ‘Your ass is really something ’ he sighs gripping it and letting out a low, animal growl. You feel a gloved hand touch your right ass cheek, grabbing and caressing, moving up and down until he bends his gloved hand lower down to the folds of your glistening womanhood. ‘Oh maker’, you sigh, taken aback by the sensation of leather now brushing up against your soaking pussy and the promise of his next move. You dissolve at his wild touch again, and the firm flicking of your clit in deliberate circles and strokes.
He lowers himself to the floor, sitting with his back to the bed. With a gentle gesture, you are lifted off your feet, floating above him. Another gesture from his powerful hands follows, now discarding his leather glove, and your dress begins to slip from your shoulders to the floor. 'It would be a shame to rip it', he sighs... though the stitching starts to fray in the excitement. You no longer care about the dress; you are gently floating, now naked and sweating, at his mercy above his seated position when he beckons you forward, your slit soon exposed to his eager mouth.... He kneels in front of you and licks up into your glistening slit where the juices begin to pool on his waiting tongue. His licks, deep and gentle, become more insistent as he rises further onto his knees, straightening his muscular back, as you wait in excitement for each powerful intimate stroke. You hear him gently pumping his long shaft in pleasure... his touch provoking his shaft to full girth and length.
You continue to levitate, at the weightless mercy of his tongue lapping at your core... his insistent moves edging you further along this delicious plane of desire with each stroke - some firm, some soft - to hear your moans grow louder. When he feels your body begins to shudder... close to the edge of the abyss of pleasure, he retreats. Luke stands up and removes his tabard - you watch as he is now fully undressed. His sun kissed skin, his gossamer scars, his battle worn yet muscular toned form finally fully revealed to you. Your eyes drink in his physical magnificence.
Lowering you down, Luke comes towards you and sweeps you up in his embrace. It's a classic chivalrous move, romantic and sweet, proving his desire is never overtaken by machismo. He's a red-blooded man, no doubt, but he's a soft, romantic soul beneath it all. He places you softly, sweetly on the bed. You adjust to the fabric beneath you, slightly overcome by his commitment to romance above all else. Luke moves on top of you, shifting his weight by placing his elbows on either side of your shoulders and running his hands across your face. You kiss him, sweetly yet full of desire... as he brings his forehead up to yours. "I promised you a romantic night with a knight" he whispers softly, delicately. "Yes" you swoon, realising that romance was not a cynical con but a rare gift that felt all too fleeting for you both until now. "So, you shall have it" he smiles, "if you'll have me?". You melt with the radiance of his glow and nod. "Yes," you breathe, in this perfect moment.
Luke aligns his body with your own; his kisses and butterfly touches amplify the tenderness of this moment between you. "Are you ready?" He asks, in a moment of anticipation and care. He pushes his juicy tip in to your folds and his body quickly adjusts to your form. "Oh maker" he sighs as you breathe deeply, taking him in slowly and assuredly. He pushes further, and gasps into your shoulder at the sensation of your wet velvet enveloping his cock. You sigh loudly at this exquisite sensation and wrap your legs around his waist. He feels your core fully, deliciously welcoming him as a feeling of home, of completeness. He moves, slowly at first, and builds up a steady rhythm, his exertion registering in his steady breath. He never breaks eye contact with you, his ocean-blue eyes meeting yours in a whirl of genuine love.
He continues to build a rhythm and feels your hands move down his back, your right hand gently fisting his hair, the other grabbing his tight firm butt cheek. He senses you want a more frantic pace to fully arrive together, with Luke's own orgasm is hinging on your satisfaction. "Hold on to me..." he instructs as you cling to him with your arms around his shoulders, and your legs around his waist. He rises from the bed and, you still in his arms, pushes you towards his bare bedroom wall. A small book ledge, complete with some books, gives you enough room to balance yourself between Luke and the cold wall at your back. The contrast of temperature is alluring as you sweat at his increased physicality. Kissing you feverishly, he lifts your hands and pins you to the wall, resuming his deep thrusts. His moans and your gasps form a satisfying soundtrack to your shared vigorous movements. You feel the tide of your body heat at your core as Luke reaches new depths at this angle ... his eyes filled with dreamy desire, his face sheen with sweat. You feel his thick length swell within you, knowing he is close too. You free your hands and grip his shoulders with one arm, the other running down his sweat-slicked muscular back, as he continues to push, to deepen himself, with aching delight into your hot velvet core.
"Luke..." I gasp, my bliss nearing the edge again, "I'm c - c -coming", which only invigorates him further to push harder, deeper and quicker into you. To anyone else, this looks like a spectacle of fiery lust, Luke's ass pounding you into the wall with strong pulsating thrusts, but between you, it is pure joy chasing your shared orgasmic release. "Oh maker!... you feel so g- g- good" He cries as he thrusts and thrusts... and your velvet, now soaked in sweat and sex, and feels your sex gush in ecstasy at this moment of true connection as one. This sensation, this flood of want and release, pushes his body to release fully, his cock now pulsating wildly, painting your walls white. You both soon slow down, still wrapped in each other’s embrace, and kiss between heavy breaths and sighs at the relief that envelops you both.
Stumbling towards the bed, you lay down on the cool fabric; Luke swiftly takes you in his arms and pulls the sheets over you both. You both adjust into a warm cuddle, an embrace of sweet exhaustion, and you breathe him in deeply. "I love you" he whispers to you as sleep sweetly beckons. "I know... my knight" you sleepily reply, one eye open in a wink, and giggle. He laughs too and runs his hand through his sweat-slicked hair. Wrapping you into a tender spooning embrace, he soon drifts off to sleep with his face buried in your neck; this protective embrace from him, your knight, of whom you've always dreamed.
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