Tempest of Flesh

Anakin could feel his master's presence, just at the back of his conscious mind. It was not distracting as he looked upon his love's face. Her eyes shining through the dark.

He leaned close to her and smelled her skin. Reveling in the sweet smell of her recently showered body. His heart beat faster in his chest. With a flick of his fingers, he pushed the strap of her nightgown down past her shoulder. The white flawlessness of her shouluder now bared for him to see, taste, kiss.

His lips traced the arch of the shoulder. First slowly, but as he moved closer to her neck, his pace quickened. The longing from his body now transfered through his lips to her skin. Hoping to convey his want more, he nipped her neck lightly taking the skin between his teeth.

She moand. Not a moan of pure exalted pleasure, but more to urge him onward. He felt her longing rising inside her. Anakin moved slowely up her neck, savoring every inch of her exposed skin. Noting how she tensed under his touch. He ran his hand over the sheer fabric of her nightgown. It was one he had sent her secretly not more then a few days after they had returned from their marriage on Naboo.

He knew she had worn it just for him. The delicate lilac color playing off the purity of her skin. Anakin enjoyed feeling the cloth rub roughly against his hand as he stopped to caress one breast. The nipple protruded through the sheerness as her excitement began to mount.

Smiling against her chin in satisfaction, Anakin teased her more. Flicking her cheek with his eager tongue. The wetness and heat penetrating her skin. Finding purchase in her soul. Anakin felt satisfaction building in his heart. He wanted her to feel the fire and lust he carried for her.

He had carried it for such a long time. It had festered waiting for the time when they would be together. yearning to see the passion in Padme's eyes so it could show itself.

Anakin could wait no longer. His mouth moved hungrily to taste her lips. He rolled Padme ont her back with the force of his kidss. Now he pressed the kiss further using the whole force of his body weight to make her yield.

He felt her breath catch in her throat, but still his lips did not part from hers. He could feel her pushing on his shoulders trying to push him away. Anakin did not budge. She was helpless and he felt powerful with her scrambling underneath him. Her hands clawed and scraped across his chest, pleading with him to cease.

He relented and sat up on his knees between her widespread legs. Running his mechanical hand through his hair, his erratic breathing subsided. He peered intensely with his dark blue eyes into Padme's face. She was disheveled. Her face dampened by Anakin's saliva. She heaved several deep breaths trying to regain her composure.

In his eyes, this was when she was most beautiful. She was vulnerable to him, such a difference from her public persona. Anakin felt he knew the true her. It was whispered between them in the dark. It haunted his days. She would never know him truly. He still kept the agonized and shattered part of himself hidden from her.

The part of him which could easily reach down and crush her larynx keeping her for only himself. He was a selfish mad, but yet could share the intimacy he and Padme were engaging in with his master. Padme would never understand and that's e would never tell her. It's not like this was the first time they had done this.

Anakin ran his hands up both of Padme's legs, pushing the nightgown up further on her thighs. Now he could see what she had been hiding. She wasn't wearing any panties. "My my Mrs. Skywalker," Anakin clucked in his throat, "if the senate only knew."

The color in her face rose as Anakin spoke. He had not expected this turn of events.

"I feel like you need some punishment," Anakin hissed at her. There was nothing like teasing her. Pushing the nightgown up to her waist, he bent and kissed her flat stomach. Slowly moving lower towards her mound. He teased her by moving further away. Her hands ran through his hair pusing him closer to her nub. Still he stayed away.

It wa hard to stop from diving in. His pants bulged from the arousal he felt. He wanted her to moan and pull his hair. He wanted the sticky juics of her body to trickle down his chin as he lapped at her. It would be so easy to make her convulse and cry for him to stop. He wouldn't heed those cries and bury himself deep in her. The spasm in her body coaxing him to complete release.

Still he refused to bury his mouth between her thighs. "Anakin," she begged. "Please." She arched her back trying to coax him further down.