Use Me

It had been years since Obi-Wan had seen Siri. Somehow a chance meeting in the halls of the temple had turned into dinner, and dinner had turned into him leading her back to his room. His mind had been telling him he’d been making a mistake since he said hello, his body kept urging him forward, and given the mission he’d just had, he was inclined to listen to his body.
“Siri,” he said once he’d guided her into the bedroom, “I just want to make things clear…”
“Shut up Kenobi,” she said rolling her eyes, “I get it, one night only. Do you think you’re the only one who can use someone for sex?”
His brows knitted together, “I’m not…”
“Oh right, so you were going to call me tomorrow right?” she rolled her eyes at him. “It’s not a big deal Obi-Wan. Stop making something out of nothing.”
Ouch, that was a little below the belt, then again he could hardly blame her for the cheep shot. He’d been the one to call things off with her. Like an idiot… He lost his trail of thought when her clothing started to hit the floor.
“Still remember what I like?” She asked when she was naked.
He nodded as he gaped at her.
“Then you might recall I liked you naked.”
He shook the thoughts from his head and started undressing. This is what he’d invited her up for wasn’t it? He hadn’t expected them to have some revelation and decide that suddenly they no longer cared about their past.
As soon as the last piece of clothing hit the floor Siri was on him, her mouth covering his, her tongue delving past his lips. He let her body dominate his. She knew exactly how to please him, there was no direction for him to give. After all the years they’d been apart she still knew just how he liked to be touched. A shiver shot through him as her hands moved down his body. He was suddenly worried that the sooner they’d both gotten off, the sooner she’d leave.
She didn’t seem to share his concerns. Her hands moved onto his this shaft, working him until he’d nearly reach his limit, and then pulling away. Her mouth moved away from his to suck at his neck as she pushed him down onto the bed.
For the first time in years his eyes locked on to the body he’d dreamed of so many nights. She mounted him as his eyes washed over her. A light gasp escaped her as she slowly worked his cock into her tight wet opening. She settled on him and stilled, he could feel her body moving around him, stretching to accommodate his length. He moaned, unable to stay still he began moving inside of her. The surprised hiss she let out only heightened his desire for her, and he began pumping is hips up faster with each thrust.
Her head dipped down to capture his lips again as her hips began moving against him. His hands slid up onto her chest and he filled each of his palms with her breasts. His hands moved over them so gently, they were directly opposed to the rough strokes of his cock inside of her. When he began to focus on her nipples he was rewarded by a pleading moan from her parted lips. He flicked his tongue out against her bottom lip to beckoning her mouth towards his. He was unwilling to give up the feeling of her soft breasts pooling in his hands to pull her forwards.
When she covered his mouth with hers again he growled deep in his throat. Her teeth clamped down around his bottom lip as she began to come, her hips twirling over him. He was too lost in his own pleasure to notice the pain. Her muscles closed around him, milking him, begging him to pour into her. He held out as long as he could, and tried to make note of the way she felt wrapped around him. When he came he did so with a deep moan and a hard thrust into her. They both lifted off the bed, and then crashed back down as his climax continued. When he’d finished he rested his hands on her hips.
He wanted to ask her to stay, but knew anything beyond a one night stand would be uncomfortable for both of them. But they could have multiple encounters in one night, couldn’t they? Losing her again after such a short time seemed unfair, there was still so much he hadn’t gotten to do to her.
“Want to go again?” She asked through labored breaths.

Siri yelped when Obi-Wan moved beneath her. Before she could get her bearings he had her flat on her back. His body moved over hers, his rough hands gently stroked her sides. She shut her eyes with a delicate moan as he took one of her nipples into his mouth, and rolled the other between his thumb and forefinger. It had been so long since she’d taken anyone to bed, every part of her felt hypersensitive. She’d hoped the orgasm she’d just had would have numbed her, but it had only furthered her body’s sensitivity.
His hand left her breast and slid down between her thighs. She knew where he was headed, but couldn’t keep herself from flinching when she felt pressure against her swollen bud. She willed her body to press into his touch, despite the instinct to protect her soft skin from his forceful strokes. Her body relented, and soon she didn’t need to coax herself towards him. He pressed her down with his free hand, holding her still while he brought her closer to climaxing.
She came with a sharp cry. She couldn’t see his lips moving towards hers through the blur in her vision. As his mouth worked against hers she waited for him to enter her. When he didn’t she bucked her hips towards him, rubbing her wet core over him. He moaned and gripped one of her lean thighs, massaging it gently with his thumb, as though that was a substitute for what she wanted.
She gripped his erection firmly and guided it towards her entrance. There was a deep moan above her as she rubbed him against her sex and positioned him at her opening. They both cried out as he plunged back inside of her with one deep stroke. Her hips arched up into his slow deep strokes, pressing his length as deeply inside of her as it could go. Her hands moved over his trembling muscles, feeling how hard he was working to restrain himself. She wanted to let him take her, fast and hard, but her desire to walk out after this was over was stronger.

His hips began thrusting harder and faster as he lost control of himself, until Siri was nearly screaming. Her walls contracted around him as she began to come, and sent him over the edge.
He collapsed on top of her breathing heavily, feeling completely spent. When she slid out from under him he had to bite his lip to keep from protesting.
“Thanks,” she said grabbing her clothes from the pile she’d tossed them in.
Obi-Wan watched her dress and leave, feeling very used. Well, if he had to be used by someone, he was glad it was her, he thought to himself as he pulled the covers up and shut off the lights.