Breach
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Category:
Star Wars (All) › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
4,371
Reviews:
9
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own the Star Wars movie series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Breach
Breach
She could always feel him before he touched her, a spatial awareness through The Force, always smiling just re tre those predicted hands caressed her from behind. Felt the visceral flutter as those same hands drifted lower. It had always been like this, this anticipation spiking her desire.
Skilled hands would play across eager flesh and she’d always relent despite her nerves. Each time he’d push a little further and she always knew that if he didn’t pull back she’d let him push as far as he pleased. But there was always that respect of her. That knowledge of her own lack of experience that always prevented the rushing of this. It created a slow introduction that only served to heighten her longing and with youth’s impatience she’d begun to push for more herself, but he refused to relent.
It had become their habit, writhing in his bed, fingers tucked beneath her panties and toying with the slick flesh hidden there, but always holding back after he gave her release. Always proceeding with caution. It was his way in every facet of his life.
But she’d had enough, or rather was to the point where this was no longer enough. She wanted more. She wanted it now. She waited until, again, they were in his bed, groping and kissing, and once he brought her to release, but this time when he made to remove his hand, she grabbed it.
He looked perplexed and she shook her head and whispered a raspy, “No.” He understood, but still made to take his hand away from her. Again she said, “No.”
“I’m not sur-” She cut him off pulling his head back to hers and kissing him fiercely. Now he pressed his knee between her thighs to separate them and pushed his weight into her slight body. She could feel his bulge against her already sensitive spot and raised her hips to gain more of that delicious pressure. He snaked his arms underneath her and squeezed her small frame, still kissing her.
She began pulling at his pants and for the first time he complied, lifting himself a little to allow her better access. Once the pants were removed he made to lay back against her but paused when he saw the look of nervousness beginning to dawn across her face. His own began to sag in disappointment, but she caught on and looked into his eyes then raising her hand towards him to beckon. He came to her again, but didn’t continue his administrations.
“I need you to be sure of this.”
“I am.”
He paused a moment longer as if searching for any falseness amongst those two words and finding none proceeded.
His fingers again were at her hot little spot, this time he began pulling at the small panties as well. Once he’d removed them he came down over her hips and kissed her pelvic bone and gave a quick little lick to the fleshy pearl of a clit before recapturing her mouth.
She spread her legs and he came to rest between them, but didn’t venture forward, instead focusing attention on the pert, bare breasts. Back arched and soft moans falling from her mouth, she didn’t realize he’d begun to enter her until the distinct jab of pain that came with her first breach. Where moans had been now came only a whimper and she held her breath.
Once fully inside her, he gave her body time to accommodate him, stretching to his invasion. She was rigid beneath him, and he kissed her atop her breastbone. She let out her breath in a sudden sound and her body became less stiff, though far from pliant. But there was no going back and he began to move inside her, tight flesh squeezing him. His own grunts chimed in with her faint gasps as his thrusts became less rhythmic towards the end. A final push and it was over and he was holding closclose to his chest.
She was breathing heavily, but the pain had lessened to a mere soreness and she allowed herself to be pulled against him in a tight embrace.
“You okay?” He whispered against her forehead.
She looked up at his chin, “Never better.” He squeezed her again and received a sigh in return with a gentle, “love you.” and she was asleep. She was soon followed by him with an echoed “love you,” as he succumbed to slumber as well.
She could always feel him before he touched her, a spatial awareness through The Force, always smiling just re tre those predicted hands caressed her from behind. Felt the visceral flutter as those same hands drifted lower. It had always been like this, this anticipation spiking her desire.
Skilled hands would play across eager flesh and she’d always relent despite her nerves. Each time he’d push a little further and she always knew that if he didn’t pull back she’d let him push as far as he pleased. But there was always that respect of her. That knowledge of her own lack of experience that always prevented the rushing of this. It created a slow introduction that only served to heighten her longing and with youth’s impatience she’d begun to push for more herself, but he refused to relent.
It had become their habit, writhing in his bed, fingers tucked beneath her panties and toying with the slick flesh hidden there, but always holding back after he gave her release. Always proceeding with caution. It was his way in every facet of his life.
But she’d had enough, or rather was to the point where this was no longer enough. She wanted more. She wanted it now. She waited until, again, they were in his bed, groping and kissing, and once he brought her to release, but this time when he made to remove his hand, she grabbed it.
He looked perplexed and she shook her head and whispered a raspy, “No.” He understood, but still made to take his hand away from her. Again she said, “No.”
“I’m not sur-” She cut him off pulling his head back to hers and kissing him fiercely. Now he pressed his knee between her thighs to separate them and pushed his weight into her slight body. She could feel his bulge against her already sensitive spot and raised her hips to gain more of that delicious pressure. He snaked his arms underneath her and squeezed her small frame, still kissing her.
She began pulling at his pants and for the first time he complied, lifting himself a little to allow her better access. Once the pants were removed he made to lay back against her but paused when he saw the look of nervousness beginning to dawn across her face. His own began to sag in disappointment, but she caught on and looked into his eyes then raising her hand towards him to beckon. He came to her again, but didn’t continue his administrations.
“I need you to be sure of this.”
“I am.”
He paused a moment longer as if searching for any falseness amongst those two words and finding none proceeded.
His fingers again were at her hot little spot, this time he began pulling at the small panties as well. Once he’d removed them he came down over her hips and kissed her pelvic bone and gave a quick little lick to the fleshy pearl of a clit before recapturing her mouth.
She spread her legs and he came to rest between them, but didn’t venture forward, instead focusing attention on the pert, bare breasts. Back arched and soft moans falling from her mouth, she didn’t realize he’d begun to enter her until the distinct jab of pain that came with her first breach. Where moans had been now came only a whimper and she held her breath.
Once fully inside her, he gave her body time to accommodate him, stretching to his invasion. She was rigid beneath him, and he kissed her atop her breastbone. She let out her breath in a sudden sound and her body became less stiff, though far from pliant. But there was no going back and he began to move inside her, tight flesh squeezing him. His own grunts chimed in with her faint gasps as his thrusts became less rhythmic towards the end. A final push and it was over and he was holding closclose to his chest.
She was breathing heavily, but the pain had lessened to a mere soreness and she allowed herself to be pulled against him in a tight embrace.
“You okay?” He whispered against her forehead.
She looked up at his chin, “Never better.” He squeezed her again and received a sigh in return with a gentle, “love you.” and she was asleep. She was soon followed by him with an echoed “love you,” as he succumbed to slumber as well.