Forgotten, But Not Lost

Chapter 87

***Tiny Mature***

Amar couldn't take her eyes off of Ben, every time she saw him in her peripheral ,while she was sitting in the co-pilot seat, she would catch herself ogling at him. You would have never guessed that Ben was once a Jedi and former Supreme Leader, he was born to fly and Amar could tell by the way his confidence level raised as soon as he lifted the ship into the atmosphere above Ajan Kloss. Ben was no doubt the Son of the Rebellion hero and Smuggler Han Solo, his smirk alone that came to the side of his face confirmed that. Amar had only seen Han a few times in her life, but every single time he bore that same smirk on his own face.

Amar kept her day dreaming going, there was no harm in falling into an abyss of watching your extremely attractive husband man handle some buttons and levers, hoping that could be you sitting in front of him. Amar must have been projecting a little too loud, Ben shot his head over to his co-pilot.

"It appears that you may need some tending to?" Ben darted his eyes towards her and pointed to his head, as a reminder that he could also hear what she was thinking. Amar wasn't embarrassed in the slightest, there was no longer any reason to hide what she would always want Ben to do to her.

"My body and mind have been all over the place to say the least. I can't really help what you do to me, Supreme Leader." Amar grinned in a sneaky way as she called him his former title. Ben shuddered by the way it came off her tongue. Ben ran his hand over her thigh that was now tucked behind tight black pants, he couldn't help but squeeze her leg between his fingers. Ben looked up to her face to find it fairly pleased, her breathing getting heavy.

"Can you call me that one more time?" Ben leaned closer to Amar so she didn't have to speak it too loudly. Amar leaned into his touch and closed the gap between their chairs, she swung her legs so that she was facing Ben. They both were a mere inch from each other.

"Yes, I can, Supreme Leader." Amar slowed her sentence and let the last part come out slower than normal and lower toned. Ben knew there was something wrong with the fact that he was getting turned on by the way his wife was calling him his former title, he willingly walked away from. Ben didn't think it was the position that turned him on, it was the fact that she was making him sound more dominant, which did indeed entice Ben.

Amar slowly ran her hands along his upper legs towards his manhood, Ben couldn't focus any longer and placed the Falcon in autopilot. He turned his attention back towards Amar, who was inching closer to feeling his member that was now hardening from her provocative touch and accompanied words. Amar met his eyes and in their minds, she made sure that this was okay to do at a time like this, Ben nodded his head in agreement and Amar continued.

Her fingers finally reached him there and she could feel the leather becoming way to constricted under such circumstances. Amar took no time and slightly and quietly unzipped his pants to allow her to untuck it from where it belonged. It popped instantly as it had been growing angry against the restrictions of his pants by how red it was. Amar ran her hand lightly along the length to gauge how Ben felt and Amar was answered by the unsteady moan that came from his gaping mouth. Amar continued to make a fluid motion with her hand going up and down his member. Ben had to grab onto the console and her leg for support as his wife made her way with him, though he was definitely not complaining as this moment.

Suddenly, Amar could hear pitter pattering coming down the hall of the Falcon. Amar yanked her hand back and Ben simultaneously turned his chair so that his back was to the opening of the cockpit.

"Momma! Daddy! We beat Vicrul! Come see!" Iris was so excited to share her news with her Parents, that she didn't suspect a thing and ran off before they could even give her an answer. Both of them let out an audible exhale.