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I sit in front of the window watching the wind whip through the palm trees. Fat drops of rain are flung against the glass and dark waves pound furiously on the pale sand. Storms on Aysla’s southern continent are few and far apart, but when they do occur, they are violent. We happened to make planetfall and get settled into negotiations just before one rolled in off of the warm ocean. The locals were saying that this was to be the worst typhoon in decades.

You are asleep in the other room, far from any windows. I lean back in my chair, watching nature battle to breach my fortress. We have only made love once, the result of having to leave Coruscant the very next day. The week-long trip to Aysla was made in a cramped freighter with tiny cabins and paper thin walls. There was no chance for me to make love to you. The moans I so wanted to coax from you would have been heard by everyone on board.

On Aysla, we’ve been entirely too busy. The trade negotiations ate up all of our time, with a few hours left for sleep. This storm is hiding a blessing, causing the negotiations to come to a standstill and sequestering all of the attending parties in their bungalows.

A particularly bright flash of lightning blinds me for a moment and when my vision clears I see you standing in the arched doorway. You are leaning against the wall, your eyes heavy and your flimsy pants hanging low on your hips. I get a tantalizing view of your well-muscled belly and prominent hipbones. You look beautiful and arousing and, gods, how I want you.

“You should be sleeping, Master,” you tell me, your accent heavier with sleep.

I sigh and shift in my chair, letting the folds of my robe brush against my erection. The rough fabric rasps against the sensitive skin and I bite back a moan. “Come here, Obi-Wan,” I say, shrugging the garment off of my shoulders.

Your eyes widen at my nakedness and your bare chest starts to rise and fall more quickly. “I was beginning to wonder if that was just a dream,” you say, crossing the room in your slow swagger.

“If what was a dream?” I ask, letting my hand stray down to stroke my erection.

Your eyes locked on my lap, you lift a hand and make a fluttery gesture. “This,” you reply as you stop and kneel in front of me. “The fact that you love me and want me. I thought for a while that I had imagined the whole thing.”

You pause and look up at me, your warm hands coming to rest on my thighs. “I didn’t imagine it, did I,” you finish, more of a statement than a question.

“No, you didn’t,” I answer, leaning forward and taking your lips, alternating between brushing my tongue over your top lip and sucking and nibbling on the bottom one.

When I finally pull away, you are panting and your blue-grey eyes have darkened with lust. Your hands slide up my thighs and wrap around my hips, pulling me forward in the chair. With a wicked look in your eyes, you press your lips to my cheek, trailing fiery kisses down my neck. Your tongue plays against my collarbone, tracing the curved bone, then slides down to capture a nipple.

I moan and thread my fingers into your hair, not guiding or insisting, just feeling the soft spikes beneath my palms. You suckle and nip, twisting the other nipple with your fingers, switching sides and laving the other until I am groaning and writhing under your mouth. “Obi-Wan,” I say on a breath, sliding my fingers through your loose ponytail.

You sigh against my skin and I shiver at the cool rush over my wet nipple. Tugging at my hips, you pull me forward until I am on the very edge of my seat. You lean in until your chest is pressed against me, rubbing between my spread legs.

“Feeling bold tonight?” I tease, watching as you slowly lower your face to my stomach.

You pause and look up at me, uncertainty showing in your usually confident eyes. “Do you like it?” you ask, resting your cheek against my belly.

I smile and run my fingers through your hair. “Oh, yes, my Obi-Wan,” I reply softly. “I like it very mu-- ah!”

My words die as you drop your head and engulf my cock in your mouth. You suck and swallow until your nose is buried in the hair at my groin and your chin is pressed against my balls. Your throat clenches convulsively a few times and it is all I can do to keep from coming immediately.

I have imagined for years what your mouth would feel like wrapped around my cock, but nothing I ever thought of could compare to the real thing. Your mouth is so hot and wet... it feels like paradise.

You stay still for a moment, holding my erection in your throat, simply breathing around it. Then you slowly start backing off, sucking lightly until only the head remains between your lips. Your tongue darts over the hot skin, playing in the slit for a second, swiping away the bead of moisture that I know must be there.

I moan and slide down even further in the chair. Gods, your mouth feels incredible. You plunge back down and slowly pull back, lightly dragging your teeth up the length of my penis. What should have been painful translates to intense pleasure and a choked sob comes from my throat. I am silently begging you to stop and never to stop and to finish me off because I want to come in your mouth so badly it hurts.

You hum a moan of approval and start sucking in earnest, your blond head bobbing up and down in my lap. My eyes want to roll back into my head, but I force them open. I cannot miss a second of this.

My eyes trail down from your head to the hand working furiously between your thighs and my whole body clenches in anticipation. You suck firmly on the head for a moment, then you pull my entire cock into your mouth again and swallow around it. On the next upstroke, your teeth lightly catch my foreskin and it slides up over the head of my cock.

My vision suddenly blurs and explodes in a flash of light. I grab your ponytail and empty myself into your hot mouth. You ride my bucking hips, still suckling and swallowing my seed, licking and bringing me down from my orgasm. You cry out suddenly around my cock and I can feel the hot spurts of your come against my thigh. My waning erection slides out of your mouth and you press your face against my bare thigh, moaning and jerking with each spasm.

When your orgasm finally subsides, you look up at me and smile, licking my come from your lips. My heart swells and I pull you up onto my thighs, kissing you deeply and whispering words of my love into your ear.

And outside, the storm still pounds against the window.

End