Mud | Obikin

3.

"Talk to me, Obi-Wan. Please."

He waits, his hand firm on my neck. His breath smells of sun-dried grapes.

"What I feel scares me," I finally say, barely audible.

Anakin moves slightly forward and lets his lips touch mine, making it look like the most natural thing in the world. Before realising, I'm kissing back.

He opens his mouth, his tongue searching for mine, and it's so strange, yet so simple.
His hands are under my clothes, on my waist.
Our kiss gets messy as we want to devour each other. When we part, we gasp for air.

I let him take off his tunic and mine, and can't stop staring at his body. I know it better than mine, but it looks new now. I'm mesmerised by his skin and his scars.

Anakin gently pushes me down on the bed, then bends over me to kiss my neck. His mouth traces a wet trail from my chest to my stomach.

I must end this now, or I won't be able to. I grab his shoulders to stop him, but he thinks - or pretends to - I want him to come back to my lips. As he does this, his erection brushes mine through our clothes; the husky sound he heaves makes me tremble.

I push my hip against his, my hands on his back, my body moving independently from my mind. I'm a moth, desperate for the flame that will be its death.

His flesh hand is already in my trousers when I manage to seize his wrist and whisper 'stop'.

"No," he answers against my mouth, twisting his arm to get free.

"Please," I whimper, unable to tell anymore what I'm begging for.

I stop breathing when he takes me in his hand. He moves his left around me while his durasteel one slips lower.
I hold on to the sheet as it was the only thing that could save me from drowning.

Anakin sits up to get rid of our remaining clothes, looking extremely focused, as approaching a wild animal that should not be startled.
He is touching himself now, and this is just too much. I slide down an ice slope, every second that passes reduces my chances to stop.

He kneels at the end of the bed. I feel his breath, his lips on me.
When I'm inside his mouth, I cry his name and must use all of my remaining willpower not to thrust.
Still slowly moving his mouth around me, he bends my legs and starts using his hand and his saliva. Soon, his fingers move inside me, melting an unknown lump of pleasure, making my back arch.

Behind my shut eyelids, I see her in my same position under him, moaning. I can't tell if this image comes from his or my mind, but my hand is on his head now, driving him against my body, and I can't believe what I am doing.

Through our loose shields, I sense his desire growing. I wonder how much of what I feel he perceives - I'm vulnerable, uncovered, and it's not something I'm used to.

Anakin gets up, slides his forearms under my knees and pushes against me, demanding. He cries softly as my body painfully tightens around him. When he starts slowly moving, our Bond shows me his need, his intense effort to restrain himself.

"Do it," I hear myself say, my mind not in charge anymore.

Anakin, for the first time in his life, does what he's asked and starts following his pace. It's like a river that breaks the banks. He thrusts roughly, holding at my hips.

We get lost in each other, our Signatures mixed, our minds blended. We stop being two, not knowing anymore where our borders are; terrifying, if only we were lucid enough to realise.

Both my body and my mind sense his pleasure when he reaches his apex, and this pushes me over the edge. Electricity flows from my legs to my spine in long waves.