Title: ABH - Vocabulary Test
Author: Emmy
Rating: NC-17
Archive: okay
Disclaimer: George owns. I play.
Notes: Diebin wrote, "Naked, writhing, moaning, begging, twisting, growling, sweating, panting, thrusting, needing, wanting, taking General Kenobi." Well, alright.

You hurry to your front door, having promised him that you would be home hours ago. But between that meeting that ran extraordinarily long, the phone that rang right before you headed out the door, and the traffic nightmare that ruined any idea of making up time, you are very, very late.

"I'm home," you say as you open the door and see his boots standing side by side in the entryway. You peek around your apartment and frown when you see no signs of life, although your frown turns into a smile when you see the colorful bouquet of flowers on the table.

A noise from down the hall catches your attention, and you walk toward your bedroom. As you enter the room, your eyebrows raise in surprise and delight. There's your General, sprawled out on your bed sound asleep.

And more importantly, he's completely naked.

You bite your lip and smile. You couldn't have asked for a better homecoming. You step into your closet and begin to shed your work clothes, imaging all sorts of things you can do to a sleeping, naked General and how much fun it will be to wake him up.

As you toss your clothes into the hamper, leaving nothing but your panties and bra on, you hear a noise. You step out of the closet and gasp at the vision before you. Sometime while you had your back turned, he kicked the sheet off, revealing a semi-erect penis and what seems to be a very interesting dream. His mouth has fallen slightly open, and his body is writhing slowly, his hips just barely rolling as his breathing becomes slightly labored.

You lick your lips, the sight of him lost in his erotic subconscious causing your pulse to quicken. You gently place your fingers on his calf and run your hand up the length of his leg, stopping at his thigh to trace featherlight circles across his skin. The muscle flexes beneath your touch, and his growing erection bobs as you skate your fingers low across his abdomen.

You remove you hand and watch his face. His eyes remained closed, and the steady, albeit heavy, rhythm of his breathing seems to indicate that he is still asleep. Slowly you bend down, glance up at him one more time, and then quickly suck his length into your mouth.

His sudden, loud moaning encourages your actions, and you suck him harder as his hips roll up off the mattress. As you feel his thighs tense beneath your hands, you then stand up and look at him. His eyes are open, his expression and his taut body silently begging you to continue.

You smile at him and slowly finish undressing, enjoying the effect you are having on him. His eyes lock on the movements of your hands and each inch of bare skin that is revealed to his hungry gaze, his hips inadvertently twisting toward you.

Casting your undergarments aside, you climb onto the bed, straddling his legs and bending down to lick the very tip of his erection. He tries to press up toward your mouth, but you hold his hips down. "Patience," you whisper, smiling at his tense expression.

Suddenly, he lunges for you, grabbing you around the waist and forcing you forward. Before you know it, you are facing the wall on your knees, your hands grasping to the headboard to balance yourself as he moves up behind you.

"You shouldn't tease me," he says, growling into your ear as his hands run up the front of your body, stopping to caress your breasts.

"Oh, but it's fun," you sigh, dropping your head back against his shoulder and arching forward into his hands. You feel him smile against your cheek for a moment before one of his hands comes up to grasp the back of your head as he kisses you. You turn your head to the side, stretching your neck as far as you can to deepen the kiss, whimpering into his mouth as his other hand continues to tease your breasts, his erection pressing into your back.

You moan and break from the kiss as his hand suddenly moves down your front, his fingers slipping in between your legs. You move your hips in time to his slow, deliberate caress, both of your bodies now shaking and sweating as the fervent anticipation increases, your desire for each other sharp and insatiable.

You spread your knees farther apart, lowering yourself to his fingers as they continue to slide across your clitoris. He pushes you slightly forward, his lips tracing down your spine.

"I need you," he says deeply, panting against your sensitized skin.

"Yes," you sigh, pushing your hips back until you feel his hard length rubbing between your legs.

A moment later he is inside you, thrusting slowly as you moan your pleasure to each other. You arch your back, digging your nails into the headboard as his hands slide from your hips up to your shoulders, his fingers stroking your hair before his hands retreat down your body again, resting at your hips. Needing more of you, he pulls your hips back, thrusting faster and sinking deeper into you.

"Please...please," you whimper, wanting more of him as his increased rhythm builds a sweet friction around your hungry nerves, the angle of his hips causing him to slide intently along that hidden electric spot inside you. Then your entire body shakes and you moan as his hand slides across your stomach and down between your legs again, his fingers massaging delicious circles around your clit.

"That's it, baby," he sighs as you moan again, straightening your arms as your hands continue to clutch the headboard and raising your torso until you feel his heated skin against your shoulders.

His other hand leaves your hip and reaches forward, grabbing the headboard to brace himself, his entire body tense as his hips move faster. He is taking you, and you surrender to him, leaning your head to the side against his cheek, one of your hands grasping his solid, outstretched arm for support while your other hand grips his forearm, encouraging his fingers to continue their expert caress against your clit as you teeter on the edge, the sweet craving growing tighter and tighter inside you.

He groans into your hair, his hot breath blowing across your temple. "Come for me," he gasps, his fingers and his cock intently encouraging your pleasure. He suddenly growls your name as his body shudders, and you cry out, your body swaying to the rhythm of your orgasm, your fingers clenching his arms as you ride it out.

He grunts with each final thrust, his seed finally erupting inside of you, his moans of pleasure vibrating against your skin, burying his face in your hair and wrapping his arms around you as your bodies relax. You lean back into him, ignoring your shaking legs as your knees struggle to hold you upright.

He holds you like this for several minutes, your bodies joined and embraced, his face nuzzling your hair and neck. Finally he moves, turning and lowering you to the bed. He kisses you, and you feel yourself delightfully sink into the mattress beneath his weight.

He looks at you, running his index finger across your cheek and tracing the outline of your lips. He kisses you once more and then presses his forehead to yours. "You're late," he chides playfully.

"Yes, I am," you say. "But I think it all worked out well in the end." You kiss the tip of his nose and his chin before saying, "So tell me, General Kenobi, do you make a habit of hiding out naked in the beds of unsuspecting women on their way home from work?"

"Yep," he says in an exaggerated manly tone. "A girl in every port, I say."

"Oh, shut up," you laugh.

"Very well," he grins, kissing you quite thoroughly to dissuade you from any silly interest in conversation at the moment.

You simply close your eyes and let him take you anywhere he wants to lead.