My Two Jedi

Part IV

We lay on the rug for some time simply learning to breath again. Obi-Wan lay
heavily, comfortably atop me, our bodies still joined. When I could move again,
I trailed my fingers down his back, eliciting a sigh from us both. That’s when
I realized that, while our minds were still linked, still completely open to
each other, there had been a subtle shift in the quality of that link. It was
still amazing to feel his back against my fingers, and, through his mind, my
fingers on his back, but it was no longer overwhelming. It was as though our
mutual release had taken the edge off, turned the heat down from blistering to
merely searing. I wondered how the next round might affect us, and the next. I
was quite willing to find out.

“Me, too,” Obi-Wan murmured against my shoulder.

“You don’t seem quite, um, up to it,” I teased, squeezing his currently flaccid
length with my internal muscles. His response was so swift, I gasped in
amazement, arching against him as he stiffened and grew inside me.

“I beg to differ, my lady,” he whispered in my ear. And in the blink of an eye,
I was in his lap, his back against the couch. “Perhaps you would like to set
the pace this time,” he said with barely concealed amusement as he reflected
back to me one of the frenzied images I had tried to tempt him with before.

“Maybe I’d rather torture you instead,” I responded coyly.

“As you wish, though you torture yourself as well.”

He could see into me too well, see what I wanted. When he started to move, to
bounce just a little, I gave up my pretenses. Ordering him to keep still, I
began my own moves. When I told him, with a picture, to bend his knees behind
me, he did. When I sent him a suggestion as to exactly whereput put his left
hand, he took it. My every wish, my every command, was fulfilled. I felt
powerful, beautiful, sexy, in control. And I saw all those things reflected
back at me in Obi-Wan. It was quite intoxicating.

This time I had no thought of holding back my orgasm, but just let it wash over
me – more physical this time, less mind-blowing. I think I laughed out loud in
pure joy. When I looked back at Obi-Wan, he was smiling broadly, his happiness
at my happiness apparent, and welcome.

“You know,” I said, when I could speak, “I’m almost certain this suite has a
bed.”

Obi-Wan chuckled. “I vaguely remember there being one, yes,” he replied, in the
same playful tone.

“Then perhaps you wouldn’t mind showing it to me?” I stood up slowly, letting
his still-hard cock slip reluctantly out of me as I did so.

“It would be my pleasure.”

“Yes, it will,” I promised. He seemed suddenly in more of a hurry to get up as
I sent him a vision of just what I was thinking of doing to him. He led me down
the hall by the hand to a very nicely appointed bedroom – you do have to give
the Alton points for choosing interior design. Or more accurately for choosing
interior designers.

The bed was big and soft and covered in pillows and Obi-Wan draped himself
across it and looked up at me with such a hopeful expression that I could hardly
bear to wait a moment longer. Kneeling beside the bedkisskissed his feet.

Not exactly what you expected? What can I say, I have always liked men’s feet.
And ever since that ill-conceived vision of his toe in my ear, I had been
wondering about his. This was my first chance to get a good look, and I had
every intention of inspecting other, more commonly thought of parts as well.
Like this calf. Such a nice, strong, defined calf. Or this knee. A touch
hairy. And he’s ticklish on this one side. Oh, and these thighs… Quadriceps
and hip flexors to give just that extra bit of umph when needed. Very nice.
And, of course…

Here’s where I got tricky. I blame the continuing power trip. When you send a
mind-blind man a suggestion during sex, he assumes it was his idea, and then
expects to take all the credit for it. Not Obi-Wan. He was giving me power
over him of his own free will, with full understanding. As much as he enjoyed
being the one in control, he could also give it up. His acceptance, his trust,
energized me. It made me frisky.

Which is why, just as I neared the juncture of his thighs, and felt him tense
with longing, I sent him an image of me bypassing his throbbing groin
completely, moving up to his chest. And then, when he relaxed, slightly
disappointed, I took his erection deep into my warm mouth.

He bucked and howled at the unexpected sensation, then sent me an admonishing,
and yet grateful, thought before settling back on the mattress to let me finish
my work. By the Mother, but he was so long and thick – how had that ever been
inside of me? Though I gave it a good try, I couldn’t possibly take it all in
my mouth, so I wrapped one hand around the shaft. Letting my thumb travel along
the soft cord on the underside, I concentrated on the head with my lips and
tongue.

I have never thought myself particularly good at giving oral sex, but now it
seemee moe most natural thing in the world. With Obi-Wan’s constant feedback, I
knew just what spot to touch, at just what pressure and pace. A tiny drop of
sweet pre-cum, the tightening of his scrotum under my ministering hands, these
small gifts sustained me until, at last, my final reward, as he filled my mouth
with irrefutable evidence of his pleasure in my touch. The feel of his release
in my mind was almost enough to bring me to the brink once more, but I am not
greedy. Well, not always. And so I contented myself with climbing up to lay my
head on his shoulder, letting him encircle me in his arms, and listening to the
low, deep rumbling in his chest, like a cat purring.

“Meera,” he whispered into my hair. “I wish-”

Before he could continue, my hand had flown up to cover his mouth. “Don’t.” No
sense in asking for what you cannot have. He would be leaving in the morning.
I would be staying here. It could not be changed. But, for a little while, it
could be ignored.

He did not push it or apologize, for which I was silently grateful. What he did
do was let his hand slide down over my abdomen until one finger was probing
gently for my clitoris. When it found it, I was vocally grateful. He, too,
knew just where to touch me, at what pressure and pace. Telepathy is a truly
beautiful thing. I think it was at that moment that I first truly forgave the
Committee for genetically manipulating me.

Obi-Wan’s lips were following the path his fingers had blazed, pausing for a
moment at my breasts, across the soft slope of my abdomen, and finally between
my eagerly spreading legs. His tongue was like velvet against my vulva as it
circled, exploring, before flicking across my tiny nerve center. Then there was
another sensation and it took me a moment to realize that he was caressing me
with the tip of his padawan braid. It wasn’t long after that that yet another
orgasm was washing over me.

I lay unmoving, a contented smile on my face, as he came to lie beside me again.

“I can easily go without sleep,” he offered as he stroked the hair at my temple.

“Unfortunately, I can’t,” I answered, though without regret. I was, at that
moment, completely happy, completely relaxed. I wanted nothing more than to
cuddle up against him, to pretend that this moment could last forever. I was
asleep before he could pull the covers up over us.