Morning always comes far too early. You dress in your usual, simple frock and follow the breakfast aroma to the kitchen. The senator´s wife has many charitable appearances today, and you will accompany her. She is a pleasant woman, and you enjoy these days when you serve as her assistant. You would even go so far as to call her a friend.

But your other duty comes first. After quickly eating your breakfast, you are asked to take a tray to the Jedi´s room as a courtesy since he has not yet appeared in the dining room. You happily oblige, especially since your room is not far from the guest suite. It will give you more time to change into your “public appearance attire” and have a few moments to yourself before having to leave for the day.

You walk down the corridor, softly lit by the filtered sunlight peeking through the narrow windows. You stop at the door of the guest suite and press the chime. After a few moments of utter silence, you press it again. Following a short debate with yourself, you open the door and walk inside. The living room area is much brighter than the hallway, and it takes your eyes a few seconds to adjust. You look around and see no one and smile at the thought of a lazy Jedi. He must still be sleeping.

You walk over to the table and set the tray down. After arranging everything neatly on the table, you turn to go but pause at the sight of the bedroom door that is slightly, teasingly, ajar. Curiosity getting the better of you, you walk softly towards the door. You know full well that this man could probably sense you approaching a mile away, but this is too tempting to resist. He is a very charming man, this Obi-Wan Kenobi. At least that was your impression after observing him while assisting with the dinner party last night. Besides, it is your duty to check in with him to make sure everything is to his liking. You would be remiss in your duties if you did not at least attempt to speak with him. He is probably fully awake and just waiting for his breakfast.

You peek inside but can only see a trace of the end of the bed and the window to the left of it. Against your better judgement, you press ever so slightly on the door and it reveals the entire bed to you. You gasp and clasp your hand over your mouth as you realize what you are seeing on the bed. There he is. Sound asleep. And beautifully, intoxicatingly nude. The sunlight gleaming through the thin curtains highlights every remarkable feature of his lean muscles as he lays unconscious on his back, unaware of your invasion of his privacy.

Your eyes draw to his braid, a graceful wisp across his smooth chest. Last night you were unable to take your eyes off this braid as it danced with every turn of his head. Now you are transfixed as it rises and falls with every breath he takes. You remind yourself to breathe as you notice the muscled curve of his buttocks and hip, and then a rush of blood fills your head as your eyes rest on his sex. It, quite frankly, is impressive even at rest. You close your eyes and shake your head to banish the blurry thoughts running through it.

You then gaze upon his legs. Strong thighs and calves in perfect proportion to the rest of his body. You inhale a tight breath and imagine running your hands up his thighs and planting a kiss on his perfect hip.

Suddenly he stirs with a slight shift of his head and a quiet noise, causing you to step back. You know you should turn around and walk away, but you feel a pull to stay. You listen for any sign of movement on his part. Hearing nothing, you lean forward again to peer in. Again he lays asleep. But quiver rushes through you upon discovering that he is now aroused. You watch in wonder as his cock slowly grows even larger and rises to barely bounce along his stomach. You hold your breath and tell yourself to leave. You really, really need to leave.

But you cannot leave. You can only watch and feel the heat flush across your skin. Suddenly, he emits a soft whine. His hand slides across the bed and up to his stomach. You are startled. He must be awake. But his eyes remain closed. You follow his hand as it slides down his stomach, your own breath coming in short spasms. With intent he wraps his fingers around his fully erect cock and strokes it slowly. Your knees shake at the sight of this, and you feel a sudden wetness between your legs. You stretch your arms out and grab the doorframe, digging your nails into the soft wood. You try to be mindful of maintaining your silence, but his groans are making that difficult. You lean to your left, brace yourself against the wall and give your eyes as much access to the opening in the door as you can.

You bite your lip as he raises his knee and begins to thrust his hips slightly off the bed, all the while firmly stroking his cock. You take in the beauty of his face as he arches his head back and lets out a louder moan. You never think to consider that he is actually awake now, depending solely on his closed eyes for your security. The only thing that goes through your mind is a question: What is he thinking about? Or, more appropriately, who? As you squelch the desire to moan yourself, you try to imagine his fantasy…only to find yourself becoming more aroused.

The tiniest movement of his thumb running across the head of his cock distracts you. Suddenly you are struck with a waking dream of sorts. You imagine yourself walking to the bed, crawling up to him, and running your tongue across the same spot. You break from your own daydream as his hips jump a little higher and his moans grow a little louder. You go back to imagining taking him fully into your mouth, sucking on his throbbing cock slowly and sweetly, tasting him and seducing him. You shut your eyes hard to try and stop the thought, but you open them at the sound of his loud groan. You grab the wall harder as his body jerks up with every pull of his hand. His chest is now glistening in the bright sunlight, and a low growl begins to unfurl from deep inside him.

You are now conscious of your own body slightly imitating his rhythmic pulses as you sway forward and back. Short, loud grunts come out of his open mouth as his hand moves faster and faster. Your eyes cannot leave his impassioned action, and the longing to be the one bringing him this pleasure overwhelms you. Yet at the same time, the vision of this man indulging in his potent sexuality is unbelievably erotic. Tight ripples of muscles flex prominently across his arm and chest, and he bucks his hips high. His carnal song coils around you as his pleasure unleashes, and he surrenders, thrusting…thrusting…thrusting his orgasm in front of your eyes.

He sighs sweetly and sinks into the bed. He lays still for a few moments, and then his eyes flutter open to stare at the ceiling. You gasp and jump back, and you hear nothing but your panicked heart pounding in your chest. Instinctively you turn and quickly exit the suite, holding your breath until you reach the safety of your own room. You march around your room nervously and then flop yourself down on the bed, trying to stop the sensation that you are spiraling downward…and bury the desire to feel that cock inside you, fucking you senseless.

You no sooner rush in from your day of assisting the senator´s wife when you are flagged down by the cook. “That Jedi has requested taking dinner privately in his room this evening,” she says as she forces a tray into your hands.

You struggle to balance it as she quickly walks away from you. “But I just walked in the door,” you protest as you blow stray hair strands away from your face.

She gives you an unsympathetic look. “You´re assigned to him. You take it. Besides you´re going to walk right past his room anyway.”

You sigh and turn to walk up the stairs, taking each one slowly as your pulse quickens. Maybe you could just leave the tray outside his door, ring the chime, and then run like hell to your room. No, that won´t do, and you know it. You take a few deep breaths and tell yourself how this is going to be no problem. Walk in, walk out, end of story. Besides, he was sleeping…well, at least you are certain that he didn´t see you.

You stand in front of his door, holding the heavy tray, and not making a move. Finally you shake your head around trying to banish those damn tresses that keep falling in your face, suck in a confidence-building breath, and ring the chime.

You tense up as the door opens, but you are greeted once again by an empty room. As you step inside, you are struck by your lingering desire. Just being here sends your blood racing. You hurry over to the table and set the tray down with a bit of a clamor. Finally free, your hand rushes to your hair forcing it back behind your ear. You quickly scatter the plates of food on the table, and sigh with a bit of relief that your work is done. You have made no effort to discover his whereabouts, and you don´t intend to. You turn from the table and—

There he is, standing in the bedroom doorway quietly watching you. You let out a surprised yelp.

“I´m sorry,” he says as a smile forms across his face. “I didn´t mean to startle you.”

You try to smile, consider saying something intelligible, but all you can do is stand there. He simply looks at you. A quick blaze flashes across your skin. And then you wonder how long he has been standing there watching you.

“I could ask you the same thing,” he says. “But then again, I already know.”

Your eyes grow wide at his hidden accusation, but you fight fiercely to hide your state of near panic. “Will there be anything else?” you manage to squeak out.

“That depends….” His voice trails off as he begins to stalk towards you. Only now do you notice that his tunic is unfastened, revealing his bare chest as he moves.

You back up nervously as you feel his heat begin to envelop you. “I…I have to go…. If there´s nothing else that you need.” You turn without allowing him to respond but instantly feel a firm hand grasp your elbow.

“Not another quick exit,” he says.

You freeze in place, unable to look at him, unable to further your retreat.

He slowly circles you, his eyes staring down at you. “Would it please you to know that I was thinking of you?”

You begin to shake uncontrollably and mutter incoherently. “I…I don´t understand….I….I don´t have any idea…have to go….”

He stands before you. “You project quite…enthusiastically,” he says with a soft chuckle. “I must say I was somewhat disappointed that you did not act on your thoughts. Although, I did not entirely realize you were standing right there until you ran away. Tell me, how is it that someone in your position feels justified in spying on your employer´s guests? He most certainly would not be pleased,” he teases you while shaking his finger.

Suddenly tears spring from your eyes as you realize the ramifications of what you have done. You step quickly away from him. “I´m sorry. I´m sorry,” you repeat in a pathetic voice as you try to make an escape.

A strong arm suddenly circles across your chest, stopping your motion, and you are pulled back into him. “Do you have any idea how long it has been since I have touched a woman…a human woman?” he whispers harshly in your ear as his fingers caress the side of your neck. Your knees go weak as you feel him brushing his face in your hair. “Or smelled a woman?” His other arm snakes around your stomach, and he pulls you even closer. “Or felt a woman?” You shiver as you feel a soft kiss on your neck. “Or tasted a woman?” His tongue darts out to lick at the sensitive skin under your ear, and you stifle a whimper.

You stand in shock and try to hide your desire the best you can, unsure of his next move. He releases his tight hold on you and brushes around your body until he is directly in front of you. The scent of him overwhelms you as he leans in and rests his forehead against yours. Then his fingers slide up your face, and he raises your head slightly in order to find your eyes.

Your resistance weakens when you are captured by the intensity of his gaze. He licks his lips and growls, “Or kissed a woman?” You gasp a moment before his lips descend on yours, offering you a long, succulent kiss. You whimper when his lips leave yours. Impulsively you slip a hand up to the back of his head and pull him into you again. A muffled moan escapes him as he kisses you harder. You are certain you will fall to the floor as you feel his tongue flicker against yours, but on cue his arms wraps around your waist to hold you firmly against him. His tongue eagerly entwines with your own, and you feel yourself begin to slip away.

Suddenly he breaks the kiss, his tongue teasing your trembling lips. “Come with me,” he whispers, taking you by the hand and leading you into the bedroom, never letting his eyes leave yours.

When he reaches the bed, he sits down and looks up at you. “You got to watch me. Now I get to watch you.”

Your breath is coming in short gasps now as you try to comprehend what he is saying. You just stare at him, begging for instruction.

“Take off your clothes for me,” he purrs.

You can do nothing but obey him, his hungry eyes giving you all the encouragement you need. You slowly unfasten the buttons down the front of your dress. Normally you would treat it with the utmost care since it is your best gown, but right now you don´t think twice about letting it slide off your shoulders and straight to the floor, kicking it aside. You stand before him in your petticoat. You always curse the fickle lace that must be tied in the front in order to close it, but now you revel in its ability to tease.

Obi-Wan´s mouth drops half open as you slowly pull on one end of the bow that keeps your bosom modest. You take your time to pull the lace out of each small loop, enjoying his reaction as he alternately licks and bites his lips. You feel yourself very wet between your legs, but you take great care to make this a deliberate seduction.

Without any prodding, he quickly removes his tunic, and you can see how labored his breathing has become. You smile as your run your fingers along the opening of your undergarment and leisurely guide it off your shoulders, pausing slightly to hide your nudity, to tease him a little longer. When you finally reveal your breasts to him, he emits a soft groan. You let the petticoat slip over your hips, and he gasps when he sees that you are completely bare underneath.

You step forward and stand naked directly in front of him. He remains seated but explores you with his ravenous eyes. He finally reaches out, and your body flinches at the fire of his touch. You bite your lip as he runs his hands from your hips to your stomach and then whine as he languidly fondles your breasts, his thumbs lightly running over your taught nipples.

He inhales a staggered breath and then removes one hand from your burning skin and instinctively rubs himself between his legs. You take this as your cue and move in. You kneel on the floor and find his lips, letting all your desire spill into him. You respond with moans back and forth to each other as your kiss builds in intensity. You push his hand aside and run your hands up his thighs, feeling his muscles through the thin fabric of his pants. Then you find what you had been longing for earlier. He involuntarily breaks from the kiss and sighs as you cover the bulge with your hand and then quickly search out the way to get him out of his pants. They unfasten easily, and you tug at them intently. He lifts his hips, and his hard cock bounces free. You pull the pants off and toss them away from you.

He moans loudly as your fingers encircle him, and you begin to stroke him, making him bigger and harder. You kiss him again and then run your lips along his cheek to his ear, running your tongue along it until he moans again. “Tell me what you want,” you whisper as you begin to nibble on the tense muscles in his neck.

“Oooohhh,” is his only response as your mouth covers a firm nipple, and you batter it with your tongue. You know what he wants, and you know you want to give it to him. But you want to hear him say it. And, of course, he does. “What you wanted before….mmmmm.” He struggles to speak as you softly nip at his other nipple. Then in a barely audible whisper he pleads, “Suck my cock.”

You kiss slowly down his stomach, flicking at his navel with your tongue as you lightly rub the head of his penis with your thumb. Finally you stare down at your prize. You gently lick the tip of it, and his hips push it toward you. You look up at him and delight in the desperate, wanton look on his face.

A loud groan bellows out of him as you take him into your mouth, sucking him deep to the back of your throat. You feel his fingers tangle in your hair, and he emphatically rubs the back of your head urging you on. You consume him steadily and slowly, savoring the noises that he makes in response. He is at your mercy now, and the very realization of that fuels the fire burning between your legs. You suck him a little harder and a little faster.

“Ooohhh baby…so goood…it feels so good….” His hips rock on the bed in perfect timing with your rhythm. You feel his body tense up, and you pleasure him more intently. He grabs at your head more insistently, and you comply by picking up the pace. “Yessss…nnngghhhh….” You continue to encourage him to release himself to you by pressing your tongue firmly against his shaft as you take fast, long draws of him. You close your mouth around him as tightly as you can, as quick, noisy gasps sound around you.

And then suddenly he lifts your head up. Confused, you look up at him. He is shaking, and his head is thrown back. His eyes are clamped tightly shut. “Wait,” he whispers through clenched teeth. “Wait, wait.” The tight muscles on his neck begin to recede as he takes a deep breath, and a calm expression replaces the intensity on his face. He then opens his eyes and looks down at you. “Not yet,” he says.

“Why?” you ask desperately.

He smiles at you. “I want to go higher.”

His words mean nothing to you in the state you´re in. “Please,” you beg. “I want to make you come.”

His face changes to an expression of sheer craving. “Oh baby,” he says as he pulls you to him and kisses you deeply. “You will,” he whispers against your lips and then kisses you again. Then you feel yourself pulled up from the floor, and he effortlessly lays you down on the bed. He continues to kiss you, and you completely surrender beneath him. “It´s been so long,” he whispers sweetly against your cheek, kissing his way to your ear. “I want to taste you first.” You shudder at these words. “I want to make you wet, to make you feel like I feel.” His lips run across the curve of your jaw. “So long…it´s been so long. I want to be inside you, to feel you come first.” His mouth consumes your neck and his voice becomes more rugged. “Oh baby…I could devour you.”

Now it is your turn to be taken. Without a care for the world around you, you cry out as his hot mouth consumes your breast. His tongue sends delicious shivers through you as it plays with your nipple. Your body begins an impassioned dance as you twist and sway in order to find contact with him anyway you can. His rough hand runs the length of your body, and pays thorough homage to your other breast, caressing you expertly and running fiery circles around your nipple with his fingers.

“I need to taste you now,” he growls. You arch your back high off the bed as his mouth runs down your stomach, and teasingly inside your thigh. You shiver in anticipation, and then hear him groan. A split second later you are sent into maddening ecstasy as his tongue finds the center of your burning desire. At first he licks long slow circles that take you higher and higher, but the louder you moan the faster he goes. He pushes your thighs up and over his shoulders, spreading your legs farther apart to give his tongue more access to you. You feel yourself quickly approaching the edge, and at the point where you are about to rush over, he breaks away.

He gently nips at your thigh with his teeth, his hot breath enflaming your sensitive skin. “You taste so good,” he gasps.

You are quivering on the bed, begging for his mouth to feast on you again. “Please,” you whisper. “Make me come…shatter me.”

And feast on you he does. With a growl his lips surround your opening, sucking hard as his tongue enters you. Your impassioned cries drive him on as his tongue ferociously lathes at you. His groans rise to you ears as his tongue finds your clit again, and you reach far above your head and grasp at nothing as he laps you up with greater and greater intensity. You feel the heat building and building as he grabs your buttocks and pulls you closer into his darting tongue. You moan uncontrollably as you climb higher and higher…higher than you´ve ever been. And he keeps you there somehow. Hanging forever on this lucious edge.

“Please…please,” you beg breathlessly. You are sure to slip into insanity if he does not release you, teetering as you are on the brink but not able to slide into your pleasure. No man has ever – could ever – keep you there so long. “Ooooh…Obi-Wan, pleeease…”

He grunts in response, and suddenly you explode with the most climax of your life. Your body jerks uncontrollably as you ride wave after wave of pure, fierce orgasm. And his tongue never ceases its devotion to you until you finally collapse back onto the dishevled sheet underneath you.

“Oh gods,” you mutter under your breath. You bring a shaky hand to your forehead in an attempt to calm your whirling thoughts. Before you can balance yourself, Obi-Wan appears in front of your eyes and kisses you hungrily. As he lowers his body to yours, his hard cock pulses against your thigh, and you are filled with a new longing.

His mouth frantically explores your ears, your neck, your shoulders. “I need you,” he orders. You spread your legs and wrap them around his hips, causing him to groan into your ear. “It´s been so long…I need to fuck you.”

You press your groin to his and hiss, “Yesss…now….”

You practically scream at each other as he plunges deeply into you. He groans desperately against your neck as he thrusts slowly, his pace erotically slow and deliberate. “Oh gods,” he says, his voice practically a whimper. “You´re so tight…so wet.” He continues to thrust deeper and deeper, and you grind your hips into him and squeeze your legs around him, longing for him to go deeper still.

You mutter unintelligible words and sighs as he looms high above you, his back arched and the beautiful muscles tightening in his arms and chest. Your name spills out of his lips over and over as his face contorts to reveal his building passion. You shiver as his long braid playfully tickles your chest and breasts. The rhythm of your conjoined bodies increases as your desire builds. His cock grows larger inside you, stretching you to fulfill your fantasy. The only sounds you hear are your combined moans and the slippery, liquid music of him moving in and out of you.

He drives into you at a perfect angle, sweeping across all the sweet spots inside you. You are consumed once again with the longing for release. You reach up to grab his head and pull him back down to you. Your lips tremble against his as you release soft whimpers. “Faster…please…I can´t take this.”

“Oh yes, baby,” he growls and thrusts you harder with deep, circular motions. You moan into his mouth, and he kisses you, slipping his tongue just as deep into your mouth.

You cannot hold the kiss as you are overcome with him. “Oooooh Obi-Wan. Oh gods, please….”

“Come for me again, baby,” he says in a husky voice. “I want to feel it on my cock.” He thrusts into your harder, bringing you closer and closer to the edge.

You dig your fingers into his back. “Fuck me…fuck me hard,” you whine, and you tighten around his cock as you get closer and closer.

“Ooooooh…you feel so good,” he moans. “Tighter, baby, tighter….Oh yess…oh I wanna come in you…oh gods…I can´t…I can´t….”

The spasms begin deep inside you, and you give into them completely, crying out loud and calling his name as you climax uncontrollably. Obi-Wan responds to your thrashing with a shout, and he rises high above you and dives deeper and deeper into you as your orgasm squeezes fiercely at his cock. As you ride the last waves, you feel him shoot sweet fire into you. He wails your name as he comes fiercely, filling you with his seed, pulsing into you over and over again.

With a last desperate gasp he collapses onto you, although careful not to crush you. He breathes heavily against your chest and coos prettily as he places gentle kisses up your neck until he reaches your face. You grab the back of his neck and pull him into an intense kiss as you whimper your appreciation.

He raises his head to gaze down at you. “Thank you,” he says softly. “So beautiful,” he whispers as he outlines your face with his finger. He kisses your cheek and then shifts to his side. He slides his arm around your waist and pulls your back into his chest.

You smile and nestle into him, delighting in the sensation of laying with him, having almost forgotten what it´s like not to sleep alone. “So?”

“So?” he responds.

You reveal a quiet giggle. “How long?”

You feel him smile against your neck. “How long what?”

“How long since you´ve touched, smelled, felt, kissed, devoured, ravished, et cetera, et cetera a woman?”

“Oooh,” he responds with a chuckle. “Hmmm…. Well, it´s been approximately thirty seconds, I believe.”

You playfully smack his arm and laugh, “No!”

“Oh, you mean before,” he says mockingly. “I´d say probably two months. But….”

“But?”

He nuzzles into your neck and kisses your earlobe. “You´re incredible, baby,” he purrs and stretches a leg over you pulling you closer to him. You feel his cock, completely hard and erect, against your back. You scrunch your face in surprise at his quick recovery, and turn to give him a half-astounded look.

He give you an evil grin and twitches his eyebrows as he states, “I am a Jedi, baby.”