[Obi-Wan very much wanted to touch her, so much so at this moment that it somewhat frightens him. Yet, his desire will not be denied. When her mouth finds his cock, he gasps, momentarily startled from his exploration. He can't help but remember the words of the ghost when it had inhabited her body. The promise of her mouth around his cock. He'd be lying if he said he hadn't been curious, hadn't wondered just what that might be like.
Once he's collected himself enough, he's back into it, spreading her wide and his tongue tasting her, feeling for what she's enjoying and what she's not. Except he does want to draw this out some what, truthfully, so after a while he slows it down, drawing out the feeling and wanting it to last.]
[She's not shy in her hunger for him, nor of her pleasure at his mouth. He will hear and feel every drop of enjoyment, every spasm, every jerk, and every noise that escapes her, even muffled by his cock.
They seem of like minds, that despite their vicious need to possess the other, that they wish to make this last as long as possible. She also means drag it out as a manner of asserting control over the Jedi beneath her, as if her sitting on his face with his cock at the mercy of her mouth weren't control enough.
She wants more, and everything.
It's difficult to parse her attentions as he starts to drag out her building orgasm, which elicits an impatient growl from her even as she presses forward in retribution, swallowing to coax more of his length against the back of her throat, even just for a moment. It's a struggle, and her nails dig into his thighs.]
[Feeling, seeing, and tasting her reactions is feeding his own pleasure. In the back of his mind, he knows what he wants, where he wants this to end, but even despite his irrational possessiveness he'll only take that step if Velma lets him. For now, this is enjoyable enough to sate his desires. Knowing that he could make her orgasm or withhold it at his pleasure. Unfortunately, it does seem Velma's discovered this same power. He smiles, his beard tickling her thigh.] So t-that's how it's to be is it? [He challenges, lightly biting her thigh.
He can't help but rock himself upward, angling to get himself further down her throat and then pressing his lips roughly against her clit only to break away nearly as quickly as he'd been, but his breath still hot against her only just shy of touching.]
[The beard has its own power, and is an entirely new series of sensations against the soft tender skin of her inner thighs. She finds she enjoys it, and the latent thought that the scent of her pleasure would linger longer there, that she'll be able to taste herself when she kisses him again.
It all brings about another groan around him, which is cut short by the trust of his hips. He hits the back of her throat harder than expected, and she chokes on reflex, gagging slightly even as she keeps herself hungrily pressing forward for a few more seconds. She swallows in attempts to keep her momentum, to keep him inside her fully, but the rough attention to her clit entirely distracts her, forcing her to pull free to catch her breath. She's still rather new at this after all.
Even while her head hangs and her pussy quivers in anticipation, in need of his mouth, Velma nuzzles her face against his cock, dragging her own saliva mixed with his precum over her cheek and lips. All the while she arches her back in attempts to push herself back against the talent of his mouth.]
Hmm? [Obi-Wan asks vaguely barely stopping a moment in what he's doing and feigning ignorance to her plea. What she's doing to him is driving him mad in turn, but he's a lot better at maintaining at least some sense of composure and the idea of teasing her makes that control all the easier. Although with how deep she'd taken him accidentally his head is swimming despite outward appearances.
He pulls his mouth from her, his fingers slowly moving, dragging out her release.] Tell me what you want, Velma.
[Their positions made it all the easier for his thrust to push past her point of comfort and into her throat, and she's not about to admit to how much that added to her arousal, not verbally. Her body, particularly from his current vantage, likely already did that.
Her hand finds his shaft again, stroking him while wrapping her lips around the head of his cock, as though filling her mouth would both distract her and give her an excuse not to answer. Except he slows and she squirms, groaning (more like growling) in frustration against his cock.
She finds it difficult to put anything into words, so she pushes him further back into her mouth while attending him with her tongue, sucking hard for a few brief moments before releasing him completely with both hand and mouth.]
I want you. [Her hips continue to rock against his hand, her own silent begging that turns verbal soon enough.] I need you to smell and taste like me when I kiss you again. I need to feel you inside me. Properly.
[As much as he'd like to continue this game, keeping her so close to her orgasm yet so far away, her words are hard to argue with. So is the way she takes him in her mouth, it's just all too much. So he stops, giving her pussy one last lick before his fingers slide out of her.]
Then you should take me. If that's what you want... [He suggests and it's said with such need, voice husky and stunted.]
[He pulls his fingers free, feeling incredibly empty as she sits up to look over her shoulder and down at him. When she spots the hand that was just attending to her, Velma reacts on instinct, catching him by the wrist and bringing the digits soaked in her up to her mouth. She just can't help herself, tongue dragging over them impatiently as he answers, groaning as she takes to sucking his fingers clean, glancing down at him.
Instead of halting her snack entirely, she leans forward and crawls forward, tugging him with her. He's also welcome to use his space wizard status to assist. Even one handed, she manages to position his cock against her, pushing him flat so that she can drag the length of her slit against the length of him.
She releases his fingers and tugs him forward while again glancing back at him to hold his gaze while moving closer, a breath away from kissing him.]
It's what I want. [And she shifts her hips up just enough for him to be able to finally position his cock where they both needed it.]
[Watching her snatch his hand and stick his still slick fingers in her mouth takes his breath away and he's left staring at her mouth in awe as his fingers disappear into it. He's utterly transfixed or he might have helped her slide herself over his eager cock.
Then he's sitting up to meet her, with her facing away from him in his lap. He kisses her first, the taste of her on his lips mixing with the taste she's licked off his fingers.] I want it too. [He knows she's a virgin. It's been discussed. It's carved into her skin. But she wants this and he's in no state to deny her. He settles his hands on her hips and angles himself to meet her, then slowly starts to urge her to move downward. Even in this state, he doesn't want to hurt her.]
[Her hand of her inside arm comes up to grip the back of his neck and into his hair, both for leverage and to keep him close in this partially twisted position. It's probably not the most comfortable position to take a cock for the first time, but it's far more convenient and efficient given their impatience and need. When he breaks the kiss, she can't help but lean her forehead to his, her breath shaky as he guides her hips and his cock, the feel of which nearly takes what breath she has clear from her.
Instinct has her rock herself in very small movements against him before pressing down, slowly. He's not inhumanly massive or anything, but she's still a virgin. Logic still exists in her mind, even if it's taken a back seat.
Her eyes flutter and her mouth hangs open as a lengthy, deep groan peels from her as he fills her inch by inch, but she maintains eye contact the best she can manage. The intensity of everything is blinding as her body stretches and adjusts to accommodate him, and he's not even sheathed to the hilt yet.]
Oh, jinkies. [The exclamation is paired with a shudder, and escapes at barely above a whisper.]
[Obi-Wan keeps her gaze, a hand going to her cheek from her hip. His own eyelids are heavy. She's tight around him and as much as he wants to be fully inside her, he's letting her lead and get there on her own time. Her words make him laugh, breathy. He leans in to kiss the curse off her lips.
He knows this is an important moment for her. In his current state, knowing that he's the first one to claim her... his body shudders a bit when the thought hits him.]
[She leans into the warmth of his hand as she continues to settle her weight down against him. Going this slow is maddening, taking the majority of her concentration, but some part of her knows she can't just go full speed into this.
There's a point where, despite the embarrassingly wetness of her pussy, she feel a different sort of pressure, then pain briefly, enough to stutter the kiss with gasp. It immediately melts into a groan as she rocks her hips down against him, working him further inside her. She's so lost in the feel of him inside her, of his cock stretching and filling her with a living heat, that she makes a surprised squeak when he finally bottoms out, her own body twitching and tightening around him as it adjusts.]
I need you teach me... Master Kenobi. [She breathes, voice thick with pleasure.] Obi.
[He is making his own noises although they are less sharp as hers, a groan rumbling low in his stomach ending with a relieved sigh when he's finally fully sheathed inside her. She's tight enough, to begin with, and so as each twitch of her body, causes her to clench that much tighter, he feels his head swimming.
His arms move to wrap around her front, hands clutching each breast in his palms and squeezing them.] Alright. Let's take it slow... and follow my lead? [Or else this would be over much too soon. He starts to rock, hips rolling gently against her.]
[Every noise he makes feeds her own pleasure and grows her confidence, even as she attempts to get her bearings, her head in much the same state as him.]
Okay. [She takes one last kiss before shifting with him, letting her arm drop so she can untwist herself and face forward, her hands finding his thighs for support. He rolls into her and she shudders, mouth hanging open as her head ducks, her hair falling to frame her face as she moves to rock back against him. The pain has long since faded, replaced entirely by the heat and pleasure.]
[Obi-Wan lays back again as she starts to move, his hands resting at her hips to help guide her pace or at least slow her if she moves too quickly. The last thing he wants is to have this be over too soon.
He can't tear his gaze away from her, what little he can see at this position, her ass in the forefront, lifting and falling, his cock disappearing inside her over and over.] That's it... [He mutters at a near whisper as they finally find a suitable pace that will make this last.]
[Even as he fills her completely the sudden absence of his body's heat pressed against her back sends a chill over her, and while there's a soft protest, it's quickly lost in her own noises of pleasure as she starts to rock against him.
Once adjusted to taking his cock entirely, Velma can't help but experiment with the movements, both letting him guide her and searching for more. She shifts the angle of her body, the motion of her hips, and the pace, which doesn't take long to quicken naturally, becoming a bit rougher.]
[It's taking a great deal of concentration on his part to ensure this isn't over much too soon. While he's not a virgin, it's also been some time since he's done this and she feels glorious, tight, and warm around his length.
His eyes close, collecting himself but relishing the feel of her body. As she starts to grow more boisterous in her movements, Obi-Wan starts to join in, his hips thrusting upward, teeth clenching.] You should turn around... I want to see your face.
[She's just finding a rhythm and a building pleasure when his voice cuts through her haze of concentration. The idea he presents her sends a different sort of shudder through her as she slows, muscles tightening around him at that same moment.]
Please. [Velma exhales, moaning softly as she leans forward to work her way off his length, somehow managing to rearrange herself with a bit of turning and some crawling. As empty as she feels without him inside her, she can't help but press forward to once again capture his mouth with hers, savoring his taste as she positioned herself over him as best she can. She may need an assist.]
[Her tightening around his length nearly sets him over the edge right there. He's peering up at her with heavy lids once she finally turns around and he can see her much better. Obi-Wan all too gladly captures her lips in his as his hands find her hips to guide her back to him, his cock still slick with her but wanting back into her heat as quickly as possible.
He does it slowly, lowering her down over him, sliding inside his breath shuddering.]
[One hand lifts to cup his jaw even as she kisses him deeply, both savoring and almost all consuming as she lowers herself back down around him at his guidance, moaning. Her finger curling against his chest as she quivered herself, feeling only a filling pleasure.
It's then she starts rocking against him again, and she quickly discovers that she really likes this position, growling a low groan as he hits a particularly pleasureful spot.]
[That growl. He grips her hips tighter when she does that, toes curling. Her eagerness, the discovery of what she likes and what she did not, it is setting him off too. The possessiveness he's feeling sated in the knowledge that each new experience is his to claim from her.
Obi-Wan reaches between them, in search. Finding her clit, he starts to rub his fingers against her clit in time with the movement of her hips.]
[That growl turns into a gasp when he finds that nub, whole body shuddering and tightening around him, and as he continues with the friction, a whimper of need escapes her.]
Yes. [She breathes against his lips as she increases her pace in earnest, both wanting to make this feeling last longer and to also experience more pleasure. The possessiveness doesn't help matters.]
You're mine. [The growl is back, thicker with each breath and wave of pleasure as she finds herself closer and closer. He's her first and that's hers enough for Velma.]
Claim me. [It's both a demand and a pleading request. Help her Obi-Wan.]
[The feeling. The need. The insurmountable desire can't be ignored as she growls those words. His fingers dig deeper into the flesh of her hips enough that it might even bruise he's so lost in it.
With the way he's gripped her he moves in a flash to twist them around and flip her on her back, his cock still inside her. Then he's rutting into her like a wild animal, hands forcefully spreading her thighs, completely lost to this possessiveness. Claim her, he shall.]
[The roughness of his grip merely adds to her pleasure, and later the sight of his marks will likely give her a thrill well after. She's so lost in the feel of him that she doesn't even consider the amazing physics of his position maneuvering.
There's a sharp exhale of air as her back hits bed and he slams into her again and again. There's no staying quiet between groans truncated by the force of his thrusts and her trying to breathe, her lips perpetually parted now as she holds his gaze, pleading and awash with pleasure. It's a wonder she has enough functional brain cells to slide a hand between them and against her clit, the other gripping his wrist just to touch more of him. She's so close, but she needs him to finish inside her too, to claim her entirely.]
[He's close too but is hoping to feel her tighten around him before he lets go himself, although it's getting harder and harder to do that especially with the change in angle and the way she's touching herself, it's almost too much. His pace is starting to lose a clear pattern.] You're b-beautiful like this...
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Once he's collected himself enough, he's back into it, spreading her wide and his tongue tasting her, feeling for what she's enjoying and what she's not. Except he does want to draw this out some what, truthfully, so after a while he slows it down, drawing out the feeling and wanting it to last.]
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They seem of like minds, that despite their vicious need to possess the other, that they wish to make this last as long as possible. She also means drag it out as a manner of asserting control over the Jedi beneath her, as if her sitting on his face with his cock at the mercy of her mouth weren't control enough.
She wants more, and everything.
It's difficult to parse her attentions as he starts to drag out her building orgasm, which elicits an impatient growl from her even as she presses forward in retribution, swallowing to coax more of his length against the back of her throat, even just for a moment. It's a struggle, and her nails dig into his thighs.]
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He can't help but rock himself upward, angling to get himself further down her throat and then pressing his lips roughly against her clit only to break away nearly as quickly as he'd been, but his breath still hot against her only just shy of touching.]
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It all brings about another groan around him, which is cut short by the trust of his hips. He hits the back of her throat harder than expected, and she chokes on reflex, gagging slightly even as she keeps herself hungrily pressing forward for a few more seconds. She swallows in attempts to keep her momentum, to keep him inside her fully, but the rough attention to her clit entirely distracts her, forcing her to pull free to catch her breath. She's still rather new at this after all.
Even while her head hangs and her pussy quivers in anticipation, in need of his mouth, Velma nuzzles her face against his cock, dragging her own saliva mixed with his precum over her cheek and lips. All the while she arches her back in attempts to push herself back against the talent of his mouth.]
Please. [She half-begs, half-growls.]
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He pulls his mouth from her, his fingers slowly moving, dragging out her release.] Tell me what you want, Velma.
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Her hand finds his shaft again, stroking him while wrapping her lips around the head of his cock, as though filling her mouth would both distract her and give her an excuse not to answer. Except he slows and she squirms, groaning (more like growling) in frustration against his cock.
She finds it difficult to put anything into words, so she pushes him further back into her mouth while attending him with her tongue, sucking hard for a few brief moments before releasing him completely with both hand and mouth.]
I want you. [Her hips continue to rock against his hand, her own silent begging that turns verbal soon enough.] I need you to smell and taste like me when I kiss you again. I need to feel you inside me. Properly.
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Then you should take me. If that's what you want... [He suggests and it's said with such need, voice husky and stunted.]
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Instead of halting her snack entirely, she leans forward and crawls forward, tugging him with her. He's also welcome to use his space wizard status to assist. Even one handed, she manages to position his cock against her, pushing him flat so that she can drag the length of her slit against the length of him.
She releases his fingers and tugs him forward while again glancing back at him to hold his gaze while moving closer, a breath away from kissing him.]
It's what I want. [And she shifts her hips up just enough for him to be able to finally position his cock where they both needed it.]
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Then he's sitting up to meet her, with her facing away from him in his lap. He kisses her first, the taste of her on his lips mixing with the taste she's licked off his fingers.] I want it too. [He knows she's a virgin. It's been discussed. It's carved into her skin. But she wants this and he's in no state to deny her. He settles his hands on her hips and angles himself to meet her, then slowly starts to urge her to move downward. Even in this state, he doesn't want to hurt her.]
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Instinct has her rock herself in very small movements against him before pressing down, slowly. He's not inhumanly massive or anything, but she's still a virgin. Logic still exists in her mind, even if it's taken a back seat.
Her eyes flutter and her mouth hangs open as a lengthy, deep groan peels from her as he fills her inch by inch, but she maintains eye contact the best she can manage. The intensity of everything is blinding as her body stretches and adjusts to accommodate him, and he's not even sheathed to the hilt yet.]
Oh, jinkies. [The exclamation is paired with a shudder, and escapes at barely above a whisper.]
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He knows this is an important moment for her. In his current state, knowing that he's the first one to claim her... his body shudders a bit when the thought hits him.]
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There's a point where, despite the embarrassingly wetness of her pussy, she feel a different sort of pressure, then pain briefly, enough to stutter the kiss with gasp. It immediately melts into a groan as she rocks her hips down against him, working him further inside her. She's so lost in the feel of him inside her, of his cock stretching and filling her with a living heat, that she makes a surprised squeak when he finally bottoms out, her own body twitching and tightening around him as it adjusts.]
I need you teach me... Master Kenobi. [She breathes, voice thick with pleasure.] Obi.
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His arms move to wrap around her front, hands clutching each breast in his palms and squeezing them.] Alright. Let's take it slow... and follow my lead? [Or else this would be over much too soon. He starts to rock, hips rolling gently against her.]
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Okay. [She takes one last kiss before shifting with him, letting her arm drop so she can untwist herself and face forward, her hands finding his thighs for support. He rolls into her and she shudders, mouth hanging open as her head ducks, her hair falling to frame her face as she moves to rock back against him. The pain has long since faded, replaced entirely by the heat and pleasure.]
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He can't tear his gaze away from her, what little he can see at this position, her ass in the forefront, lifting and falling, his cock disappearing inside her over and over.] That's it... [He mutters at a near whisper as they finally find a suitable pace that will make this last.]
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Once adjusted to taking his cock entirely, Velma can't help but experiment with the movements, both letting him guide her and searching for more. She shifts the angle of her body, the motion of her hips, and the pace, which doesn't take long to quicken naturally, becoming a bit rougher.]
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His eyes close, collecting himself but relishing the feel of her body. As she starts to grow more boisterous in her movements, Obi-Wan starts to join in, his hips thrusting upward, teeth clenching.] You should turn around... I want to see your face.
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Please. [Velma exhales, moaning softly as she leans forward to work her way off his length, somehow managing to rearrange herself with a bit of turning and some crawling. As empty as she feels without him inside her, she can't help but press forward to once again capture his mouth with hers, savoring his taste as she positioned herself over him as best she can. She may need an assist.]
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He does it slowly, lowering her down over him, sliding inside his breath shuddering.]
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It's then she starts rocking against him again, and she quickly discovers that she really likes this position, growling a low groan as he hits a particularly pleasureful spot.]
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Obi-Wan reaches between them, in search. Finding her clit, he starts to rub his fingers against her clit in time with the movement of her hips.]
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Yes. [She breathes against his lips as she increases her pace in earnest, both wanting to make this feeling last longer and to also experience more pleasure. The possessiveness doesn't help matters.]
You're mine. [The growl is back, thicker with each breath and wave of pleasure as she finds herself closer and closer. He's her first and that's hers enough for Velma.]
Claim me. [It's both a demand and a pleading request. Help her Obi-Wan.]
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With the way he's gripped her he moves in a flash to twist them around and flip her on her back, his cock still inside her. Then he's rutting into her like a wild animal, hands forcefully spreading her thighs, completely lost to this possessiveness. Claim her, he shall.]
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There's a sharp exhale of air as her back hits bed and he slams into her again and again. There's no staying quiet between groans truncated by the force of his thrusts and her trying to breathe, her lips perpetually parted now as she holds his gaze, pleading and awash with pleasure. It's a wonder she has enough functional brain cells to slide a hand between them and against her clit, the other gripping his wrist just to touch more of him. She's so close, but she needs him to finish inside her too, to claim her entirely.]
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