"We shouldn't be doing this." "I know. I don't care." Anakin speaks in my ear as he's already tugging his Jedi robes off, letting them pile on the floor at our feet. I'm already unclothed in the majority, save for undergarments. "What will the Council think of this? What if they find out?" I whisper in a hushed, panicked tone. "Shhh." Anakin soothes, gently pressing his index finger to my lips. "They're not going to find out. We'll be careful. Right now, I want you to relax and let me take care of you. I am your husband, after all, and it is my duty as your husband to make sure you are stress-free and healthy." He whispers, taking my hands in his, pulling them to the center of his chest, and walking me towards the bed.
As he lays me down, my hands thread into his hair, eliciting the softest whine from him. "You are divine. Beautiful. I will give to you whatever you tell me to." Anakin mutters, his hands trailing down my sides until they reach my thighs. "May I?" He questions. I nod, watching as he pulls my thighs apart. He makes no comments about "how wet you are for me" or anything of the sort, the only words that come out of him are "You are beautiful". His fingers tease at my pussy, before finally delving into me. At first, it's a surprise, it had been a while since we were able to be intimate with each other, which had led to me not being as "flexible" as before. "Haven't been taking very good care of you, have I?" Anakin asks, though I'm not sure if he's talking to me, or exclusively my lower half.
His fingers pump in and out and for the brief moment that it takes me to get used to the sensation, I'm paralyzed. Once the pressure begins to feel pleasurable, I'm holding onto his arms, my legs instinctively resting on his shoulders, as he kneels at the edge of the bed. "That's it. Give yourself to me. Let me take care of you." He speaks softly, reaching his free hand up to hold my arm, his thumb gently rubbing circles over my wrist. As my legs start to tremble and twitch, I know I'm close. "Don't hold it in, just let yourself go. I'm right here." He mumbles quietly, his thumb reaching up to roll circles over my clit. Before I can get another breath in, everything comes crashing down, and I'm shaking with the throes of an orgasm, my first in months. "Easy," His hand pulls away and he wipes it off on a tissue he'd grabbed, "Take it easy." He smiles down at me softly, and it's that face alone that convinces me that I've married the right man.
"We can go as slow as you want to, my love. We don't have anywhere to be, any appearances to uphold, any meetings to attend. Just you and me." He breathes, his face leaning down close to mine. He presses a soft kiss to my cheek, smiling back at me as my own face relaxes from its pinched expression, the last of the aftershocks of my orgasm finally passing. "There we go." His hand gently sweeps over my forehead and down the side of my face, his skin is warm and soft, despite the many calluses that have toughened the skin over time. After giving myself a moment to gather my bearings, I sit up slowly, to prevent the blood rushing from my head. Anakin's hand rests on the back of my neck to steady me. I look up at him and whisper, "My turn?" To which he laughs, but doesn't reject the idea. Instead, he simply pulls down his boxers and tosses them into the pile of clothes laying at the foot of the bed, before he and I switch places.
At first, I'm stunned, having forgotten just how he looked laying in the bed, staring down at me with that somewhat smug, somewhat relaxed expression. "Well, go on then." He lays his head back, getting comfortable as he waits for me to make my first move. I hesitantly lean forward, gently running my hands down and over his body, a soft whine pulling from my throat. "It's been so long…" I mumble, my eyebrows pulled together in a reminiscent frown. "I know, my love. That's why we're here now, though. Just let it happen." Anakin smiles, gently caressing my cheek with his mechanical hand, before letting it drop back down to his side. I take one more look at him before leaning in and pressing my lips to his neck, not quite sucking, not quite just kissing, something sacred in between the two. He whines softly in response, both of his arms locking around my frame.
I pull away and move down to his lower body, delicately tracing swirls and shapes on his thighs before my hand finds his cock. I pump my hand around the base slowly, testing the waters, unsure of myself. "Fuck-" His voice catches in his throat. He'd probably been so sexually repressed, that it felt like the first time all over again. His response encourages me to move a bit faster, adding the slightest amount of pressure. A guttural moan sounds on his lips, egging me on. As I find a comfortable pace and stick with it, he's thrashing and trembling, his hands grasping the sheets, tugging them frantically. "Oh fuck- yes, like that- yes- I'm close, don't stop-" He whines, soft whimpers of pure ecstasy rolling off his tongue. Before long, he's begging, crying my name like a prayer until his words silence into sheer noises, whimpers and moans falling out left and right until his whole body seizes and he lets out the sluttiest moan I'd ever heard, white hot cum shooting from his tip. I lean over and quickly take his cock into my mouth, swallowing every last drop while simultaneously licking and sucking him, pulling a second, overstimulated orgasm from him.
As I pull away, he looks at me with hazy eyes, still twitching from aftershocks. "You're- Maker, you're-" He stutters, struggling to form a full sentence, his brain clearly fried from so much euphoria. "Shhh," I whisper, resting a finger on his lips, "I know." After he lays there for a few moments, he gently grabs me and pulls me back onto the bed, rolling over so he's on top of me. "And for the final act of the night," He teases, smiling playfully. "I will now give my wife exactly what she wants." He finishes his claim, his head dipping down to kiss me. As we kiss, his tongue enters my mouth, and both of us are making out by the time he gets his dick lined up with my pussy.
He pulls away for a moment, "Ready?" He pants breathlessly, thrusting into me after I give a nod. My arms wrap around his back, my nails scraping and scratching as I hold onto him. "That's it, just like that," He praises as I let my legs fall open and wrap around his waist, pulling him deeper into me. After several long moments of slow, deep thrusts, he loses grip on his control, and as soon as he begins to thrust faster, I cum on his cock, arching my back until our chests touch and he's shooting ropes of hot white semen into my pussy. Once he's able to move, he rolls over, staying inside of me for a few more minutes until he pulls out, a soft whine of sensitivity leaving him.
Anakin smiles at me gently before taking my hand in his and looking at me, his eyes practically hearts at this point. "You're wonderful." He whispers, pressing his forehead against mine affectionately, pulling the covers up over the both of us. The initial cold of the fabric hits my skin like a chilled drink on a hot summer's day, and as I curl up against him, his fingers run over my cheek, staring into my eyes. I'm sure thoughts are racing through his head, but I'm too distracted by how tired I am to ask about them. "You're so tired," He observes, a slight laugh coming out, "Just close your eyes and rest, I'm not going anywhere. I'll be right here when you wake up." He assures, running his fingers over the bridge of my nose until I fall asleep.
The following morning, as the sun begins to rise over Coruscant, I feel him gently nudging me awake. "Good morning." He kisses my forehead gently, "I have to go to an emergency meeting, something about the Council wanting me to spy on the Chancellor. I'll be back later, and then we can have your favorite food and watch movies. Okay?" He smiles at me, but it doesn't quite reach his eyes. "Okay," I respond, voice still rough with sleep. He hugs me and kisses me before leaving the room, his robes filling the otherwise silent room with a soft "whoosh" as he walks. The door locks behind him, and I slowly sit up. I've got a horrible feeling in my gut. Something bad is going to happen.