[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...
[She's holding out by mere threads at the edge of her own orgasm for his. They've found an angle that hits them both spectacularly and she wants to hold tight onto this feeling for as long as she can manage. Her breath comes in rough gasps and groans, but it his words that push her over the edge, her face twist and mouth parting.] Obi... [It's an exhale of a breath, full of emotions she shouldn't have as she tightens around him hard, then again and again, noises of pleasure escaping her with each wave. Even so, she tries to watch him, wanting to experience every moment of this.]
[Obi-Wan tenses a moment when he feels her coming, tightening hard around his length and he can't himself back. He can feel her around him, but the explosion of pleasure spreads out from her and hits him solidly through the Force. He gives a few more thrusts but starts falling over the edge mid-stroke and presses deep as he spills inside her, a gasp caught in his throat.
This feels right. The way it should be. So he's not sure why there's doubt creeping into the back of his head. Those are of no concern. He's got Velma. And she's his. That's what matters right now.]
[Even without a connection to the Force, Velma finds herself overwhelmed with her own pleasure as well as watching it reflect through him. Later she'll realize that this is not how it usually happens, and that circumstances aside, this was an amazing and rare scenario for a first time for so many reasons.
It's intense and raw, the feel of him spilling inside her along with her own orgasm. At some point she finds herself spent, body pulsing with aftershocks and forehead pressing against his before she finds herself stealing a long, lazy kiss from him. Silent thank yous with her lips being easier than words in the moment. The kiss is a soft, lingering claim, happy for him to be hers and her to be his in this moment.
Eventually the kiss breaks and she can't help the smile that plays over her features.] I don't want to move.
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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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This feels right. The way it should be. So he's not sure why there's doubt creeping into the back of his head. Those are of no concern. He's got Velma. And she's his. That's what matters right now.]
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It's intense and raw, the feel of him spilling inside her along with her own orgasm. At some point she finds herself spent, body pulsing with aftershocks and forehead pressing against his before she finds herself stealing a long, lazy kiss from him. Silent thank yous with her lips being easier than words in the moment. The kiss is a soft, lingering claim, happy for him to be hers and her to be his in this moment.
Eventually the kiss breaks and she can't help the smile that plays over her features.] I don't want to move.