My Two Jedi

Part III

I have felt pleasure before, and so had he. But never had I felt someone else’s
pleasure feeding off my own, and vice versa. Never had I even imagined it.
This must be why love between telepaths is forbidden – it breaks all boundaries,
penetrates all blocks. We ceased to be two entities. He was inside me, and I
in him, and neither could tell whthe the other began or ended. Except that
where those borders met, the most exquisite sensations were produced as each
touch, kiss, caress, was echoed back and forth between us in an endless wave of
pleasure.

I must have gone slightly insane. I must have lost control. For the next thing
I knew, he was laying on his back on the rug and I was straddling him. I
suppose I had the presence of mind to notice this because, for that moment, we
were not touching skin to skin at any point. This had to be remedied.

He felt the same way. I could sense him asking and receiving permission to rip
the gown from my body, even as I raked my nails across his chest in my haste to
remove his tunics. His belt succumbed to my clumsy fingers and wordlessly he
acceded to my command to sit up so that I could push his clothes off his
shoulders. Then my gown and robe fell to the floor, too, and I was naked before
him.

In more ways than one. Sometime during that first kiss, any and all shields
that I may have ever had had burst open. I should have worried about my own
hidden places, among them some things the Alton wouldn’t want revealed, but I
didn’t. I knew I could trust Obi-Wan. And besides, his mind was hardly on
state secrets. The only secrets he was currently interested in were the secret
places that I wanted to be touched.

With sufficient skin to keep us occupied, for now, I once more lost my conscious
focus in the blaze of sensation. I was dimly aware of what Obi-Wan was doing to
me – his lips on my nipple, his hands on my back – but he d had have put his big
toe in my ear and it still would have felt wonderful.

Perhaps I should have kept that particular thought to myself, for Obi-Wan
suddenly pulled back and gave me the oddest look. I tried to explain, but the
situation was just too strange, and instead I started laughing. He didn’t help
matters by sending me a succession of anatomically impossible visions, each more
hilarious than the next, until I was a crumpled heap on the floor, unable to
stop laughing. He was leaning over me, obviously quite pleased with himself. I
couldn’t help myself. I just had to wipe that smile off his face. So I sent
him a vision, a vision of something very anatomically possible, in fact,
generally considered desirable.

It worked. He stopped smiling, that expression replaced by something more
feral. I stopped laughing, my breath caught in my throat, as he slipped his
breeches down over his hips and lowered his body over mine. I became very aware
of his hardness pressed against my thigh. I have never wanted anyone as much as
I wanted him at that moment. Spreading my legs beneath him, wrapping them
around him, twining my fingers in the pony tail at the back of his head, I urged
him with every fiber of my being to take me.

Mercifully, he complied.

But he took it so slow, so teasingly, agonizingly slow, that I wanted to scream.
Over and over, I sent him pictures of the aba abandonment I thought I wanted,
uncontrollable thrashing and thrusting. But it was all for naught; he just
chuckled and continued driving me insane. Gently, he urged me to the place in
his mind where his pleasure burned most brightly, and he found mine. I quieted
somewhat. Perhaps taking it nice and easy was best. As near to being
overwhelmed as I was by the sensations we were both feeling at this pace, I
could hardly imagine what might happen if we were to fuck like animals.

With me calmed, Obi-Wan was able to have his way with me. Centimeter by
centimeter, he slid into me, only to pull almost out before sliding effortlessly
back into the well-lubricated passage. I think my eyes rolled back into my
head. I know I bit my lip, as each movement sent wave after wave of heretofore
unheard of pleasure coursing through me. And it went on and on. If my mental
picture of him had been impressive, surely the reality was even more so. He was
filling me, stretching me, touching me in places I had never been touched
before, places that I had never thought would be touched. Certainly the Alton
was not capable of it.

Even before he had fully entered me, I felt my body trembling, tensing,
gathering in preparation for release. When I felt him press against the very
door of my womb, his body finally against mine, felt us joined completely, it
was all I could do to hold back.

I could feel that he wanted me to give in to the pleasure, to let it consume me.
Before even I knew what I needed, he was there, surrounding me with his
affection like a blanket. And I knew that I could trust him, that I could let
myself lose control with him, that he would be there afterwards. And the orgasm
washed over me, over us both, like a tidal wave.