Chocolate Dreams

“Now if you don’t mind. We are soaking your bed and I don’t feel liking having you rant at me in the morning.” Obi Wan gently pats you on the rump. You scoff indignantly at him.

“I do not rant! I merely state my opinion about things.” You say as you stand up and take a few steps back so that he could too. Obi Wan rolls his eyes at you.

“Yes…” he muses. “You simply state your opinion in a very loud and often violent way.”

He ducks as you throw a random pillow at him; then squeak in protest as he quickly wraps his arms around you. You can feel the tingle rush through your body when one of his hands lightly grazes your lower back. Obi Wan’s other hand tangles in your wet hair and gently tugs your head back, exposing your neck. You gasp and your heart stops when you feel his teeth set into your skin briefly, then he pulls back to just run his lips over the cord. Your knees buckle when Obi Wan’s wet tongue slides up your neck and he lets out a low growl as you lean against him. Straining against the hand that holds you back. Obi Wan pulls away and looks at you.

“Do you know how beautiful you are? How beautiful your body is when it strains with effort? How your eyes swirl and your pupils widen. Do you have any idea what fantasies have been playing through my head since last night?” Obi Wan asks, keeping his voice a low purr in your ear.

“Do you have any idea how long I’ve had fantasies about you? How long I’ve wanted to throw you to the floor and take you every time you call me Master? *groan from you* How I’ve wanted to see what makes you cry out, what makes you throw your head back and scream with pleasure?” His teeth nip down your neck to your collar bone. Your fingers dig into his shoulders making him groan against your skin. His hot breathe making you quiver. Obi Wan slowly licked his way down to your breasts, he pulls hard on your hair making you arch; pushing your breasts forward for him.

“Uhh…” You let your eyes cross when his hot mouth closes over a nipple. That devilish tongue swirling around driving you mad. The hand holding your hair releases and nimbly strokes down your side to find its way between your legs. You hear Obi Wan chuckle as his hand slides between your folds and finds you already wet, his finger spreading that wetness onto the little nub and caressing it lightly. You can’t help but push yourself onto his hand and arching your back, offering him everything.

“Patience padawan. Before this night is through I want to know your body taste like.” Obi Wan slowly kneels one the floor; his mouth nibbling and licking its way down your stomach. That devilish hand slides further back and a finger slides into you. The sense of déjà vu is almost overwhelming. You send that thought to him then slide back into oblivion as a second finger joins in and starts to move. You hear him chuckle as he pulls you forward practically onto his face. Obi’s free hand gently opens you up and his tongue darts in.

“Ahuh…Obi..” You moan out his name as those delightful fingers pull away and both of his hands pull you onto him. His tongue swirling around your clitoris, his teeth just grazing it, everything is driving you mad. You feel your knees start to buckle and his hands squeezing your hips.

“Don’t fall down or I’ll have to fuck you right here.” Obi Wan murmurs into your folds. You let the wicked smile show as you let your knees buckle and fall to the floor.

“Damn it all! I wanted this to last!” He growls as he pulls you under him. You laugh as he starts pulling off his tunics and reach down to unlace his belt and pants. You brush your fingers against the noticeable bulge and delight in hearing him curse as he gets tangled in the clothing. The two of you roll around on the floor as you pull off his clothes, you laughing and him cursing. Obi Wan finally gets his all his clothes off, tunic and all and pins you under him. You close your eyes and arch up against him letting a little moan escape when you feel him pressed against your stomach. He growls in your ear and pushes your thighs apart settling in between them. His hand slips down to open your folds and he pushes against your entrance.

“We’ll go slow next time. I promise…*groan* Oh Gods yes next time…” Obi lets out a feral sound and you moan as he pushes into you hard. He keeps chanting over and over in your ear ‘next time, next time’ as he starts thrusting into you. You cry out when his fingers dig themselves into your hips and hold you in place.

“Wrap your legs around….now…now..” Obi Wan’s hands drag up your thighs and pull them onto his back, his weight making him grind into your clitoris.

//Obi…// “Obi..” You dig your fingers into his back as he starts thrusting into you harder, not faster, but with more force. Hitting or just grazing that spot inside that drives you nuts.

“Can’t..last..can’t..Gods…” He growls in your ear as he speeds up. You can feel your thighs starting to bruise from the force but you could care less. That wonderful tingly feeling was about to explode, just a few more thrusts, you just need a few more thrusts. Obi Wan bites into your shoulder and your body arches upward as the orgasm hits.

“Obi!!” You scream out as he forces you back down and yells aloud as you spasm around him.

“Tight…” He groans against your skin as he pushes inside you one last time. Your eyes cross at the feeling of him coming in you and feel another smaller orgasm rack through your body. You vision gets fuzzy and black tinged.

//Oh..not again…// You sent as you slip from consciousness. When Obi is finally able to move he looks down at you, feeling himself still hard inside you.

“Young padawan, this will not do in the future. But passing out right now does sound delightful…” He murmurs as he falls asleep.


End Part One