Sweet_Surrender

Sweet Surrender--part 1

Even before that fateful night on the cantina crawl. Before Qui-Gon Jinn had turned to her and impulsively asked her out, more the accepting of a drunken dare from his Corellian friend she feared, then any real interest on his part, she had wanted to make love to the large Jedi. She’d watched him for the better part of two years, secretly (or so she thought) from afar, never having quite the courage to actually introduce herself and through that time her interest in the man mounting...mounting. She giggled to herself.   That one word producing an instant image in her mind of just what she wanted to do to Jedi Master Qui-Gon Jinn. Her face flamed with the increase of heat in her face... as well as other parts of her body.

Now four weeks and five dates later Leona had decided that tonight was the night. The only reason she hadn’t acted one her wants, other than the man always acting the perfect gentleman, was her fear of being thought less by him and not being sure if he was really interested in her that way.... though their last date had finished with the two of them on his couch, exploring the first heated stages of foreplay, only to be interrupted by his Padawan. What an amusing image that must have been for Obi-Wan as she and his Master sat up, hurriedly arranging their askew clothes, Qui-Gon stammering an excuse.

Tomorrow the Council was sending Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan on a mission and though it was suppose to be of short duration, one never knew. Like the charity event of a month ago, this finally pushed her into doing what she’d wanted to do anyway, using his leaving as an excuse to fulfill her desire for the man. She was going to give him something to remember her by whilst he was gone.

Reclining in the tub filled with lilac scented bubbles, she strategically planned the spontaneous evening. She took extra care in shaving, not wanting a single nick to mar the smoothness of her legs and using a loofah to wash with so to leave her skin soft and supple. Sluicing away the foamy soap, her hands slowly passed over her breasts and a thrill of anticipation ran through her.   Closing her eyes, she thought of his hands... his large, rough hands caressing her.

Exiting the tub, and catching her reflection in the mirror, scrutinized what she saw. A small woman, barely over five feet, not exactly fat, but with a roundess of body that could very easily fall over that edge if not watched closely. Long, auburn hair, now hanging limp and wet, surrounding a face though not considered beautifu, certainly not unattractive. After a moment of gazing, she began to wonder what a man like Qui-Gon Jinn might see in her and she hurried away before the frown she felt forming on her lips could be viewed. This was no time for insecurities and second thoughts; she scolded herself, he would hardly continue seeing her if she were all that repulsive. Shaking away the apprehensive musings that attempted to worm their way into her head, she wrapped a large, fluffy towel around herself and made her way to her bedroom to decide just what to wear tonight.

Leona had tentatively thought about greeting him at the door in the sexy little two-piece outfit she’d bought the week after their first date, but hastily decided against it. That was as obvious as greeting him at the door in nothing more then her Jedi robe... another idea she had quickly discounted.   That just wasn‘t her style and anyway, what if things didn‘t go as she planned...perhaps he didn’t want their fledgling relationship to take that step yet?

It was useless going through the dresser, the only things in the drawers were standard issue Jedi tunics, in varying shades of brown. Of course, that’s just what he’d expect her to be attired in, anything else may very well give away her plans, but if things did go the way she’d hope, she didn’t want to be fumbling with the awkward and time-consuming task of unwrapping the sash and pulling the tunic off. Going through her closet, she chose a beige, over-sized, button-down blouse and a pair of simple blue, elastic waist trousers. Sure, buttons could be something of a chore, but the effort would be worthwhile, she smiled to herself.

After dressing, she went to the kitchen and arranged the final preparations for dinner; all that was left was setting the table. Checking the wall chrono, she felt her heart drop. It as already over a quarter hour past the time Qui-Gon had stated he’d be there and with the man’s almost extreme sense of punctuality, she couldn’t help but worry that this was going to be another case of their Jedi obligations overriding any personal life. It’d happened before, more than once. In fact their first date had been postponed three times, leaving her to wonder if the Force was trying to tell her something. The door chime interrupted her pessimistic thoughts and she hurried to the door...hoping against hope that it wasn’t disappointing news.

Expecting a brown-clad figure, Leona blinked back a frown of perplexity before recognizing the very atypically dressed Qui-Gon that greeted her. He was clothed in a pair of dark blue slacks and a light chambray top. His hair, usually pulled back and tied off, hung loosely around his shoulders, framing his strong, aquiline features and she couldn’t help but marvel at his relaxed appearance.

“My robes are either packed for the mission or in the wash,” he hastily explained at the intense scrutiny he felt her giving him.

“You look quite handsome,” Leona complimented approvingly, unable to contain her inner thoughts of how much she was going to enjoy disrobing him.

A questioning tilt of his head and a quirk at one corner of his mouth alerted her to the possibility of him having overheard those thoughts and she shyly averted her gaze and motioned him in.

Once the door shut behind him, he stopped and encircled the short woman in an embrace and bending down, kissed her. Immediately she raised up on her toes, trying to divide the great difference in their height, and reciprocated, parting her lips to allow entry of his warm tongue into her mouth. The kiss deepened, waxing and waning deliciously, their mouths crushed against one another. Unconsciously eliciting a soft moan, she finally pushed back from him, her breaths coming out in shudders.

“Dinner’s ready,” she whispered breathlessly, taking a moment to center herself before walking away, only to be pulled back into his arms and kissed again. “Why not skip right to dessert,” he suggested lasciviously, in a deep, resonating tone that bade compliance, even without the Force ... and oh, didn’t she want to comply.

Resting her head against his chest, she released a frustrated sigh, “Because I spent a better potion of the afternoon cooking, and I‘d like you to be able to enjoy it.”

“Id rather enjoy you,” he mouthed, kissing the top of her head. Holding her close and pressing his increasing hardness into her.

Leona’s hand moved from around his barrel-sized chest to his hips then slowly inched its way between them. Qui-Gon relaxed his embrace, allowing her to move back slightly, then felt as she laid her hand over his growing erection. Looking into his eyes, she stretched her small frame as if to kiss him. Instead, her tongue darted out and sensually stroked his bottom lip.

“We eat first.” she purred, giving the firm mass in his pants a squeeze and then in a surprising move wiggled out of his arms and strode to the kitchen.

Qui-Gon stared after her, mesmerized by the way her round, taut ass shifted beneath her clothes. Physical desire spiked to insatiable hungry and his blood engorged cock strained painfully in his trousers. His anticipation and excitement of making love to the petite healer was leaving him anxious and unfocused... no, unfocused was not the right word. His mind was perfectly attuned to his body’s desire, as much as he hated to admit it.

Though their initial meeting during the cantina crawl had been fraught with confrontation and recriminations, he had nevertheless been impressed with her nerve to stand up to him after his harsh perspective on her attendance during the Corellian Death Match drinking game. It was something many of his fellow Jedi Master’s only did with great hesitation and trepidation. Then after the disastrous Corellian Dance of Passion he’d gallantly offered his robe when her form fitted gown split up the side, but not before getting more then an eyeful of what lay underneath, while the humiliated woman desperately clung to the tattered dress.

In fact, it was that very dress that played a substantial role in a recurring dream he’d been having this last week. In it, the dress would not only rip, but also completely fall off. She’d be left standing in the crowded cantina without a stitch on and in a blaze of uncontrollable lust he’d have his way with her, right there on a table, his friends and colleagues apparently oblivious to the shameless spectacle. Just the memory of that dream caused his loins to pulsate and ache.

“You ‘can’ help me set the table.” Leona’s voice broke his wanton thoughts and he adjusted his throbbing organ to a more manageable position. “Control Jinn,” he reminded himself, joining her in the kitchen.

Leona was standing in front of the sink, rinsing a steaming pot of boiled tubers. “The plates are in that cabinet,” she looked up, motioning with her head to the right.

He really had planned on putting aside his lust... for the moment... and helping her finish dinner, but as he stepped between her and the table, he couldn’t help but stop behind her. Pulling her long auburn hair aside, he planted a kiss at the tender part of her neck, just below the ear.   When no protest was forthcoming, he snaked his hands around her, cupping each heavy breast and gently kneading them. He measured her breaths as they came out in short, stuttered rasps. One handedly, he began to unbutton her blouse all the while, his other hand circling a nipple that hardened under his manipulations.

“But dinner...” she half-heartedly reminded him, all too much enjoying the attention. Remaining fixed, frozen in place by pleasurable heat that was building in her, she titled her head to the side as he pulled the shirt off one shoulder and unclasped front closure of the bra she wore.

“I’m not hungry...” he slid his tongue down her neck, his teeth gently caressing the nape of her neck, “for food....”

Her mind hazy with desire, she released the pot she held and surrendered herself to sensation, gripping the edge to the sink to hold herself up as her knees went weak.

“Sweet Leona...” he whispered in her ear and she twisted her head around to meet his mouth, devouring her tongue. His hand skimmed over a breast and made its way down her body, caressing her flesh. A finger pressed into her stomach, raising the waistband of both pants and panties, moving from one side of her body to the other before pushing lower. He felt a quiver run through her as his hand glided over her abdomen, down to her sweet spot.

Placing a knee between her legs, he spread them further apart as his hand cupped her furry mound. Pushing his hand further, he used one finger, parting her swelling lips from back to front, pressing against her clit.

“Ohhhhh...” she moaned and his finger traveled back, edging into her and she bucked her hips, attempting to force needed penetration.

“Ummmm...” Qui-Gon growled as one hand worked over her firm clit and the other fondled her breast, holding her tight against him. “You’re so warm... so wet...” and she cried out in pleasure as he plunged one large finger inside her, easing it in and out while she rocked with the motioned, grinding her ass into his crotch.

“What do you want my sweet lady?” His voice dusky and low and he inserted a second finger into her wetness causing her to shiver uncontrollably.

“You...” she gasped breathlessly, “I want to taste you.”

“Then you shall.” She whimpered with distress as he slowly withdrew his fingers, deliberately letting his hand chafe against her cleft as he pulled it from her pants. With his head hanging over her shoulder, he raised his glistening fingers, placing them in his mouth and leisurely withdrawing them with a smack of his lips.

“Sweet,” he remarked with amusement at the clean taste of her sex and she snatched the hand, placing her own lips over his fingers and propelling them into her mouth.

“Arggghhhh...” he groaned with desire, forcibly turning her around to face him. Bending low, his mouth covered hers, at first sucking and pulling at her lips before thrusting his tongue into her mouth. His hands grasping her breasts with wild abandon.

As they kissed Leona unbuttoned his shirt, gently raking her nails over his hairy chest. Impatient, Qui-Gon reached for his pants, only to have his hands slapped away.

“Let me do that,” Leona broke the kiss for only a moment before resuming her heated exploration of his mouth.

Undaunted, Qui-Gon then resolved to work on removing the healer’s pants, sliding his hands beneath them, grabbing and squeezing the tight muscles, pulling her even closer, grinding her against him.

“Um hmmm...” Leona groaned her discontent, not being able to get to his trousers as he hugged her close. Releasing her ass, he took a step back to give her room yet continued to work her pants over her hips and pulled them to the floor.

Having chosen a pair of shoes with no bindings, Leona kicked them off, stepping out of her pants and flinging them aside with one foot.

As she stood naked from the waist down, her shirt completely undone, Qui-Gon’s hands roamed over her body while she toiled to undo the clasp of his trousers. Once finished, she broke the kiss and before even instructing him to do so, Qui-Gon footed out of his shoes and his pants fell to the floor.

Kissing his chest, playfully licking at his nipples, Leona stroked the large erection, now only his undergarments between her hand and it. Tugging at the obstructing apparel, she pulled them down, letting his cock spring up, bouncing merrily between them.

“Take me in you mouth,” Qui-Gon asserted, his voice dripping more desperate pleading then any real command. He reached down, holding his erect member out to her, while his other hand leaned heavily on her shoulder, urging her to kneel before him.

Complying with his direction, Leona eased down his long frame, kissing his muscular body as she went, yet intentionally straying from the one muscle he so badly wanted her to touch. Standing on her knees, her face directly level with his jutting cock, she took a long moment admiring his manhood, the sleek lines the thick, elongated shaft, the smooth contour of its flared conical head.

“Impressive... most impressive,” she murmured in a throaty growl as she leaned forward and leisurely lapped at the small pearl of pre-cum that collected at its tip.

Looking up at him, she saw his eyes clouded over with the hazy glimmer of overwhelming lust, any coherent thought now lost in the heat of passion. She smiled readily, feeling both the same raw heat and a particular sense of empowerment at being the cause of such a provocative reaction. This in turn only increased her own desires.

Using her tongue, she traced the smooth, warm head, bathing it in saliva then softy blowing on it, receiving an immediate reaction as he thrust his hips at her. Ignoring the motion, she trailed her tongue down the shaft, nipping at his hand that held it in a vise-like grip. Working her way back, up over the shaft, across the bulging head and down the other side, bathing it in moisture, she heard him groan in distress.

“Don’t tease me woman,” came a growl from deep in his chest as he pushed closer, rubbing his engorged cock over her lips. Smiling over it, she gradually parted her lips, her tongue flicking out, stroking it as it slowly eased past her lips. She moaned with pleasure as the head slid in, filling her mouth and she rotated her head over it, while creating a delicious sucking friction. Her tongue rolled over it, massaging it.

“Ahhhh, yes.. that‘s it...” Qui-Gon muttered loudly, as she took in more. Her head bobbing rhythmically as the large organ slid down the length of her tongue and further still, till it reached the back of her throat. It was nothing to control the muscles that triggered her gag reflex and doing so, she tilted her head up to accommodate even more. Casting her eyes up, she smiled around the rigid muscle that filled her mouth, delighting in the way his features were pinched in undeniable pleasure and satisfaction, a pained smile on his lips..

“Your mouth... feels so...so good.” he strained to verbalize, thrusting himself into her. Reaching for the base of his shaft, pushing his hand out the way, she coated her grip with the wetness her mouth provided and began to squeeze and pulled him harder, deeper into her mouth. Stroking her face, he then threaded his hands into her hair. Holding her head in place, while he began to pump his entire length into her.

“Oh gods...Leona.. so sweet,” he cried out as his cock was plunged into the incredible warmth of her mouth, withdrawn and plunged in over and over again. An almost agonizing tension built in him and he knew if he allowed her to continue he’d explode within the wet confines of her mouth. Gathering what small amount of control he could manage, he pulled out of her with an almost audible ‘plop, an amused smile curling his lips at the disappointed pout on the small healer’s face.

Pulling her up, he kissed her mouth longingly. His tongue darting in, searching hers out, and together, their tongues performed the age-old dance of mutual desire. Reaching for her ass, he kneaded each firm cheek, lifting her up into his arms.

“I want to be in you,” he murmured around the kiss while she placed her arms around his neck, her short legs wrapping around his waist.

“Yes... please...” she appealed, squirming against his crotch, moaning as her clit chafed against his waiting cock.

With her clinging to him, he stepped to the kitchen table, lowering her bottom on its edge, his hands finding her breasts, fondling and caressing. Then inclining his head, he licked the erect nipple, pulling and sucking as he held it.

“So soft...” he intoned appreciatively as hand lavished her body in caresses, then finding its way down to her thighs and between them. “So warm...” a finger slid into her, “so wet..”

Lying back, she spread her legs wide, silently urging him on as her body wiggled under his ministrations. Stepping up to her, his throbbing cock poised at her luscious mound, he paused, a concerned shadow passing over his face. She was so small in comparison to him, not until now did he consider her diminutive stature to pose a possible problem.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” he explained his hesitation, catching her questioning glance.

“You won’t,” she sent through the Force, the current closeness creating a temporary bond of sorts, “Go slow,” and with that came a wave of heated desire that his body automatically responded to. Holding his cock, he stroked the head over her warm, moist slit. Rubbing it over her clit and sliding it down, parting the waiting lips. Over and over again he did this, each time driving the swelling lips further apart until she thought she could stand no more.

“Please... Qui-Gon..” she begged, scooting her ass almost off the table to meet his teasing strokes. “I need you in me.”

“Patience little one...” he growled, watching intently as he held his cock in place, wanting so bad to thrust himself into her in one hard stroke but knowing he had to maintain his wits. Leaning forward slightly, pushing past soft walls that resisted his entrance, he watched the head disappear into the slit, instantly coated in warm wetness. Retracting slowly, he leaned into her again, feeling the tension of her snug sex wrap around him. Rocking back and forth, he progressed into her, the muscles that surrounded him producing the most exquisite friction as he pumped himself with deliberate slowness, one hand firmly massaging her aching nub.

“Oh gods yes....” Leona whimpered softly, writhing under him. “Deeper” She demanded, “go deeper!” Each protracted thrust sending waves of ecstasy through her as his increased in intensity and speed.

“Sweet Force, you’re so tight...” he exclaimed, sliding his cock into her, astonished to see all of it sink deep within her and at that, he lost his last shred of control. “ Oh no... sith... no...not yet,” his release building in momentum. Lost in need, he grabbed her hips, his fingers digging into her soft flesh, and jerked her small body in time with his desperate thrusts.

“Don’t stop, please... please don‘t stop,” Leona squealed breathlessly, her back arching up, her own climax nearing. Pumping fiercely, incapable of doing otherwise, he suddenly felt her mind reach out to him. Connecting to his mind, she flooded him with everything she was experiencing, all the sensations as she crossed over her own climatic precipice. At the same time, he instantly felt her muscles contracting even further around his shaft, her orgasm racking her body in convulsions, inducing his own intense orgasm.

“Gods... woman... arrghh... so good...” he spasmed wildly, his shaft swelling. His strokes now frenzied and jerky as he spilled his seed deep inside her. Knees weak, his energy spent, he lowered himself on top of her, pressing her into the table.

“I... I’m so sorry.” his voice was cracked in labored pants, a wave of embarrassment crossing to her before he erected a heavy shielding around his mind.

“Sorry?” she questioned, a look of worry replacing her pleased smile. “For what? Did you not want this?” Her own mind beginning to wonder if he now regretted this intimate jump in their relationship.

“No. Not at all,” he kissed her tenderly. “Believe me Leona, I’ve no regrets. I’ve wanted this more than you could possibly know.” he rested his head next to hers, expelling a sigh. “But, I didn’t expect to... to be so quick. You couldn‘t have gotten much satisfaction from that.”

“Are you kidding? That was amazing.” she laughed throatily.   “Didn’t you feel it?”

“Yes, I felt... something..” he replied in a manner indicative of perplexity.

“What? Don’t tell me you’ve never shared your mind as well as your body?” Rolling on her side to face the man, a serious expression on her face. “For me making love is an extension of my feelings... my very being, not some casual affair with the first warm body that comes my way. I don’t.. I can’t separate my body from my heart or mind any more than I could shut myself off from the Force. As Jedi we carry the gift, as well as the burden of the Force. How incomplete our lives would be if we don’t use the Force in all aspects of our lives, even in the sharing of ourselves with our lovers.”

Qui-Gon expression never changed, and Leona had thought to wonder if she now was frightening the man away with the extent of her feelings. So be it, she thought closing her eyes and gathering the Force to calm her rapidly beating heart, she could be nothing if not herself.

A moment later she felt a finger stroke her cheek, warm lips tenderly kissing her mouth.    Opening her eyes, she met Qui-Gon’s gaze, his eyes crinkled with an amused smile. “I’m not going anywhere,” he reassured her. “And I thank you for the offering of yourself. I would still have preferred to be ... more lasting.”

“Well, in that case, I suggest we eat,” she grinned eagerly. “The night is young and I’ll give you the chance to improve your stamina.”