Panic stricken ~ Skysolo

Chapter 8- Dignity

Luke's pov:

I was underneath him yet again and he was muttering my name over and over as his kisses trailed down my neck. My face has gone from a stern frown to a smile in only a few seconds. He ran his hands over my waist and feasted them on my outer thighs as he continued to kiss my neck.

He was saying things such as, 'I need you now.' and, 'just let me inside you.' His words were softly spoken but conveyed his point well and soon enough he was. My clothes were gone and were in a pile laying somewhere.

The friction of my body and his caused my breaths to get sharper, louder and far more erotic. The sound echoed around the room and I was almost certain the rooms next to us could hear but I was having too much fun to care.

However, he was going too slow for my liking. "Faster!" I breathed quickly closing my eyes, "Please Han." I begged and he obliged. I covered my mouth as his movements sped up to an almost rapid pace.

"Say my name again." He demanded uncovering my hand from my mouth staring lustfully into my eyes.

At the sound of his voice I practically folded, my heart melted, "Han." My voice was filled with not only lust but love as well. One hand was brushing my cheek and fumbled with my lip while the other kept my legs apart.

He spoke Kind soft words that were filled however with lust and arousal. His voice was hitching as I moved my thighs with him and his eyes would shut temporarily.

It makes a wonderful picture. All spread out, a flush painted on my cheeks and my lips open and panting, Han has been stretching me for so long that I am no longer speaking any coherent words.

He speaks full sentences though. He's teasing me. And I must say it's working brilliantly, all that comes out of my mouth we're soft pants, 'ah-ah-ah' echoing in the quiet hotel room.

Han looks me up and down carefully, "Look at you, desperate and beautiful, and all mine." He whispers in my ears nipping softly on my earlobe. "Say it." He demands.

"I am- your- ah!" are all that manage to come out of  my trembling mouth.

My legs twitch and my hips shake as if I don't know which way to move to, it's a good thing I doesn't have to decide a single thing because I am his, and all I have to do is listen to his directions.

"Fuck Luke if only you could see yourself. So desperate. So needy." He groans in a low possessive voice.

"Please, oh Han, please." The shaking increases and Han can feel the me twitch against his stomach.

"I know exactly what you want." Han says gruffly.

I am crying from pleasure and Han softly kisses both of my cheeks. "You want it Luke?"

Han leans back on his knees, stops the slow thrusting and instead hikes my legs over his shoulders, presses even deeper and moves one hand to rest next to my head while the other slowly encircles my throat. "Don't worry Luke, I will take care of you."

Slow deep thrusts whilst increasing the pressure, I feel his patience give way, crumbling underneath the desire to touch me all over and everywhere he could possibly get his greedy hands on.

Clearly I am completely out of it, spine hollow and only relying on my shoulders forced against the sense mattress. "More" I croak, "Please Han, I can - I'll be good, - please." its a soft frantic beg between spit slick lips.

Han presses more on my throat and he can feel his control snap. "Of course Luke."

I was gasping and yet the more pressure Han applied the more I pushed into it, seeking to release the pleasure that was building up slowly inside of my stomach. 

Han himself was no more dignified than me. The soft edging now far from his mind. Only that remained was making sure he left his mark on me.

"Feel that Luke? Feel what you do to me? I wish I could keep you like this forever." Han couldn't stop talking, My pleasure clearly visible and my pants come out faster and shorter, almost out of breath. "You'd like that wouldn't you?"

High pitched moans were all I  could reply but it was enough. "That's it Luke," Han encouraged, feeling his orgasm approaching, Applying even more pressure to my throat I couldn't even scream when he let go. Han grabbed hold of my hips and with a few good thrusts he empties himself into me.

"Mine" he muttered, softly pressing a kiss gently on my forehead. He lay down next to me and grunted as he wrapped his arms around my waist which was still trying to recover.

I had completely forgotten morals I had just relived one of the best nights of my entire life and now I could finally remember it. Remember it...

My feelings for Han were much stronger than just sex. Meeting him back on Tatooine was like a teenagers dream. He was attractive, rough and well... attractive. Everyone I met was jealous and asked me what he was like in bed however I did not know at the time. Now I do though. He was fucking amazing.

But this wasn't just about good sex, I felt a deep connection with him which I hadn't with anyone else. Jedi's aren't supposed to have attachments but whenever Han spoke to me in that cynical gruff voice I felt like proposing on the spot.

I had to know so I gently whispered, "I love you." Holding his hand which was draped around my trembling waist.

However I revived my answer... a loud snore.

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That was my mood writing that. That's enough smut for my life time. You are never getting more...

Maybe some day (Like probs the next chapter).