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She was beginning to feel the weightless oblivion of sleep overcome her when she was catapulted back into reality by the sensation of lips against her skin. They were warm, trailing kisses along her bare arm. They started as gentle pecks at her elbow before becoming open mouthed and wetter as they drifted up to her clavicle. She felt a growing hardness press against her lower back and she smiled at the implication. She ground her buttocks against it, eliciting a sharp intake of breath from her husband. His hand drifted to her breast, swollen and sensitive from nursing their newborn twins.
“Gentle, Ani,” she whispered, causing him to cease his fondling.
“I’m sorry,” he said, his breath hot against her ear. “Old habits.”
He changed the trajectory of his hand’s journey, sliding it lower over the slope of her hip, over her rounded buttock, in between the space where her thighs rested one atop the other. Reaching higher, he felt the warmth of her core, radiating, bursting with sweet nectar…just for him.
“Let me taste you, baby…please,” he begged as he pulled her towards him. He captured her lips as she settled onto her back, her curls spread across the white pillows like an ethereal goddess. Her knees parted for him. The light from the moon causing her arousal to glitter like the rarest gem. He felt his cock twitch at the sight. All for him.
Like a man starved, he began to devour her. Drinking from her as if she was the cure to everything. She was his everything. Her sweetness coated his tongue, barely quenching the fire within as he lapped against her.
Sucking. Flicking. Lapping. Kissing. Everything a human mouth was capable of doing, was being performed as if by a prodigy. Padmé’s back arched, her toes curling into the sheets, as she reached the top of the peak. She shook, pulling Anakin’s pillow over her face to muffle her sounds of pleasure. It had been nearly two months since they had made love. The twins' birth and Anakin's near death were not exactly aphrodisiacs. It also complicated things that the head of their bed rested against Owen and Beru's own bedroom wall. She and Anakin had never been very quiet lovers. She was doing the best she could to stifle what she was accustomed to shouting to the stars. When she finally recovered her ability to speak, she removed the pillow. She was shocked to see disappointment clouding Anakin's perspiring face.
“What is it, Ani?” she asked, her tone full of concern.
“Since when don’t you look at me when I make you come?” Anakin asked. "Did you not enjoy it?"
“Of course I enjoyed it, Ani! I just don't want to..." she pointed at the wall behind her.
"Oh, that's all? Let's hope they are sound sleepers," he said, flashing her one of his signature, white toothed smiles, his blue eyes glinting in the night.
“You’ll just have to make it up to me,” he continued hotly, laying back and pulling her on top of him. “You,” he continued, helping her pull her nightgown over her head. “Are.” Padmé shifted upwards, so he could pull down his sleep pants. “Going to…ahhh.” His eyes closed as she sank slowly down upon him. Recovering himself, he fixed her with such a desperate look of longing that Padmé almost came again. “You’re going to ride me until you can’t take it anymore and you unravel on top of me. And…” He groaned deeply as Padmé quickened her pace. “You’re going to look into my eyes when you…unghhh…come…oh baby.”
“Who is going to come first though?” Padmé asked, swiveling her hips.
“After you, my angel…ohhhh…A-always.”
“It sounds like your plan is failing, my love,” Padmé said with a smile as she slammed against him, her pace mounting. She winced as the wooden headboard smacked against the stone wall. Hopefully, they were sound sleepers.
“Challenge accepted,” Anakin groaned, squeezing his eyes shut. Panting, he reached between them, pressing his thumb again her clit.
“Unfair,” Padmé gasped, suppressing a moan. She leaned forward capturing his lips as she grinded herself against his finger, his cock impaling her mercilessly.
A guttural groan emanated from Anakin's core as she slid over him. "Just like that baby."
“Ani, we have to be quiet. They’ll hear us!” Padmé whimpered. But with the speed her husband's fingers were going, the perfect pressure he was exerting, she felt her resolve begin to crumble.
She looked into Anakin’s eyes as he began to show signs of his own imminent release. She could tell he was desperately trying to delay it, his abdomen clenching, the veins in his temples popping out. She was very close to winning.
“Ani, baby?”
“Yes,” he asked, his voice strained.
“Does it feel good when I ride you?”
Anakin’s fingers faltered for a second.
“Mhmmm,” he said, doubling his efforts on her clit, his hips thrusting upwards.
“Oh Ani, fuck me with that big dick. Make me come.”
“Kriff Padmé,” Anakin growled. “You’re not playing fair!”
Dirty talk was his undoing.
“Your cock feels so good inside me.”
She felt his thrusts begin to stutter, his grip on her hips tightening.
She watched with relish as his eyes rolled back, the most arousing moans rising from the depths of his chest. His face looked tortured, his brows furrowed, his mouth rounded in a silent scream as sweat beaded down his face.
“Yes Anakin! Right there!” she whispered hysterically as he drove repeatedly into the spot that made the room spin. Kriff! Maybe he was going to win.
“It feels so good, Ani!” she gasped, feeling the beginnings of her release.
He could feel it too, her entire body trembling. It was always the sign she was about to come. It was the precursor to all out convulsions.
Anakin smiled victoriously, but it immediately morphed into a mask of surprise as she pulled out one last trick.
She contracted her core muscles, squeezing him like a vise as she raked her fingernails down his sweat slick chest.
“Come for me, Ani,” she whispered. “Fill me up, baby."
Anakin knew he had lost, the coil within him bursting. His legs shook violently as he held her still above him. His mouth dropped open, a chorus of satisfied, “ah’s” rhythmically falling from his beautiful full lips.
Padmé was right behind him, her soft mewls of pleasure sending shock waves through his pulsating cock.
“Good game,” Padmé said with a triumphant smirk as she collapsed against his chest.
“I didn’t realize you were going to play so dirty,” Anakin replied breathlessly, unaccustomed to losing anything.
Padmé stroked his chest lovingly, looking up at him with adoring brown eyes.
“You bring it out of me,” she said with a giggle.
“Yeah?” Anakin asked, chuckling himself.
“You,” she said, kissing him. “Are the most handsome man in the entire galaxy. And you’re mine.”
“Always,” Anakin affirmed, stroking her cheek, before pulling her down for another passionate kiss.