it's almost as nice as the image of being in a miniskirt on the triumph behind the general

holding on to all those sleek muscles

having his faint cedar musky scent getting blown full in your face

nuzzling at his back as you hold on for dear life

the power of the bike throbbing between your legs

the top of your thighs pressed into the back of his as your legs curve over the sides of the bike

the ride is exciting you in more than one way

the thrill of the wind in your face

mixed with the unmistakable scent of the man in front of you

your breasts tingle wantonly, pressed so intimately against his back

teasingly, you lower your hands where they are clasped around him, allowing them to slip from his rib cage downward

he jerks sharply as one finger lightly traces the bulge between his legs

you smile at his muffled curse, feeling the instant hardening of his member as he struggles to maintain control of the bike

"accidentally" brushing your heeled-pump clad foot up the side of his calf, you take advantage of the slowing bike to slide your unoccupied hand up under the waste of his black leather riding jacket to brush your fingers over his ribs

his back swells with the sudden intake of breath

teasing your already sensitive nipples where they are pressed against the firm expanse

the friction of your clothing a teasing but horribly inadequate reminder of the feel of his skin pressed to yours, the light dusting of hair on his torso tweaking the sensitive buds as he moves across you

you bite back a sudden oath, abandoning the caress to hold on for dear life as he suddenly changes course, turning on to a small dirt path and heading under the tree cover

you hear his chuckle in your mind, mixed with the pang of regret at the loss of your caress.

before you can wonder if it's safe to resume your questing and release your hold of his rib cage the bike slides to a well controlled stop

almost before the wheels have ceased moving he has twisted in the seat to pluck you from your perch

you are slightly disoriented as you stand in the dirt beside the bike, watching in rapt fascination as he pulls off the black riding helmet

Meeting his eyes, you grin slightly, swallowing the sudden lump as you see his sweat tousled hair ruffled even further by the soft breeze

Reaching up to pull off your own helmet, you glance swiftly back in the direction of the road

it is all but obscured through the trees

licking your lips, you lay a hand on his muscular shoulder to stop him from getting up from the bike

he looks at you in query, a slow smile dawning on his face as he reads your intention

"Make love to me on the bike" you whisper breathily

His growl thrills every nerve in your body as he slides further back on the seat to accommodate you

swinging a leg up over the seat, you brace your hands on his shoulders as you adjust your position to capture his mouth in a swift and demanding kiss

wriggling slightly, you press into his body as you sink into the seat, sliding down the length of his chest

trying to kiss him and inhale his heady fragrance at the same time

the pulse of the bike between your thighs more than aroused you

it enflamed you to the point of no control

you don't want to play

you want to fuck

growling slightly, you slide your hands to the front of his trousers

moaning softly, you kick off your pump, raising your foot to caress his calf teasingly

pulling back from his kiss, you manage to mumble out

"clothes"

His growl thrills every nerve in your body as he stands slightly, swiftly undoing the fly of his jeans

you try to stop it, but you can't suppers the giggle as he tries to pull the jeans down enough to maneuver, the seat of the bike interfering

his smoldering look transforms your giggle to a squeak

His voice is smooth as satin, whispering past your well-strung senses

"I don't think this is going to work, my dear"

Raising an eyebrow, you lightly kiss the end of his nose, standing and making damn sure your movement grinds your hips against his

"we'll make it work, Sir" the last word is little more than a throaty caress of his title

leaning back into the handlebars of the bike you raise one leg slowly

caressing the length of his own leg with your foot as it raises to lightly rest on the flexed muscles of his abdomen

You watch him through your lashes as your other leg repeats the motion

opening your mouth just enough to snake your tongue out to lick your lower lip

you give him your own look

tilting your head back, consciously rippling your hair in waves across the handlebars of the bike you whisper

"I seem to be overdressed"

The Look

slowly, he sits back down, careful not to disturb your precarious balance

reverently, he grasps your ankle, his thumb caressing the curve of the bone as he urges your leg up

breathless, you watch him

your mouth falling open slightly as you watch the shadowed sweep of his chin lean down

Darting you a quick look, his eyes capture yours as his tongue flickers out to sweep past the hollow of your ankle,

far too slowly for your level of desire, he begins kissing his way up your calf

pondering the best way to speed him up, you moan slightly as he hits the sensitive skin at the back of your knee

allowing the foot still resting on his abdomen to slip lower, you use your toes to nudge aside the fabric of the oh so prim white boxers

he jerks slightly as the cool skin of your foot comes into contact with the heated flesh above his pelvic bone

deliberately arching your back up, your elbows firmly braced on the handle bars, you know he can see the outline of your hardened nipples through the thin fabric of your shirt as your business jacket falls aside

with a growl, he releases your leg, surging forward to take your mouth in a searing kiss

a little alarmed that the shift may knock your balance, you instinctively wrap your legs around him, your hands sliding around his neck

never one to ignore a hint, he swiftly hooks his fingers around the delicate lacey white panties covering your mound

the fear of falling receding, you arch your hips into his touch, allowing him to slide the obviously damp fabric down over your hips

wriggling slightly beneath him, you use one knee to push him back slightly, reluctantly releasing his mouth as you suck at his lower lip

His mouth is hanging open

the breaths coming hard and fast as he watches you squirm out of the restraining fabric

the barely there fabric of your micro-mini skirt riding around your waist, you catch the panties on one toe

grinning seductively, you raise the leg to wave the scrap of fabric in front of his face

"your turn, big boy"

Inhaling sharply, the scent of your arousal from the lacey fabric hitting him full in the face

he practically vaults off the bike, swinging one leg over the back to stand beside it

you laugh out loud as he practically rips off his boots, the ass clinging denim of his jeans swiftly following

spreading your legs wantonly, you cock your head slightly as he finally manages to free himself of the restricting fabric

Unbelievably, he pauses, his ocean colored gaze savoring your displayed form

"Well...?"

"Well what?"

Rolling your eyes at him, you shift your weight slightly, lowering one hand to run your fingers through the curls between your legs, lightly brushing past the throbbing nerves

"You gonna stand there watching all day?"

With a deep throated growl, he swiftly skims off the white boxers, his erection springing free in all its throbbing glory

Brushing the sensitive skin of your clit with your fingers once more, you feel the spurt of wetness caused by the sight of this magnificent man standing revealed before you

Moaning his name, you let your head drop back, the breeze brushing strands of your hair across your face with the gentleness of a caress

"fuck me, Obi-Wan"

Needing no further invitation, he swings one leg back over the seat of the bike

with one powerful, delicious, deep, penetrating thrust he is buried within your heated sheath

a moan is ripped from your throat as he clasps your hips, pulling you further onto him

you feel the press of the metal bars under your arms as you brace yourself, the friction of his penetration robbing you of all thought

Groaning as your sheath contracts around him, he angles his hips slightly as he withdraws, scraping his erection against the sensitive inner walls

Your breath catches in your throat as your back arches even further

you feel your arms about to give out, the sheer deliciousness of his next thrust shoving you further into the handle bars

the bite of the cold metal under your hands is in sharp contrast to the heat of his form pressing into you. You allow yourself to sink back, pressing your hips into his and raising your legs to encircle his waist

the motion has the effect of laying you out flat on the seat of the bike, your head resting in the dip between the bars

His growl is feral, a deep primitive sound torn from his chest as your change of position causes the strong kegel muscles in your lower abdomen to contract around his buried shaft

with trembling hands, you once more grasp the handle bars of the bike from your new position, the rubber giving just slightly beneath your crushing grip

using the leverage to keep yourself balanced, you arch your hips into his next thrust

crying out as the hair at the base of his erection brushes over your throbbing clit, you buck up into his thrusts

With a harsh moan, he shifts his hips slightly, reaching forward to brace himself on the handle bars

his strong hands covering your own as he continues to pump into you, pressing you back into the leather seat

Forcing your eyes to stay open, you bite your lip, the sight of this man swaying above you, the golden hair shifting with the force of his thrusts ripping harsh cries of pleasure from your throat

mesmerized, a disjointed part of your mind marvels at his beauty...the rippling muscles, the drugged look of raging passion causing his eyes to swirl in a hypnotic mix of blues and greens

your eyes focus on the tip of his tongue as it slips out to wet his velvet lips...the lips that have driven you to the brink of ecstasy countless times.

your cries raise in pitch slightly as his well aimed thrusts stroke all of your most sensitive internal spots

You can feel the wall approaching with the force of a tidal wave

you ride the crest, holding back the inevitable, desperate to prolong the sweet torture of his angled thrusts

holding fast the sparks of fire and ice his penetration sends spiraling through your blood, leaving no corner of your being untouched or unaffected by his irrevocable possession

the smell of his sweat, mixed with the damp musty smell of the soil and trees

the sound of the wind in the leaves mixing with the rush of blood in your ears

the salty taste of his mouth mixing with yours still on your lips

"Nggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh....gods!! Obi-Wan...."

the last comes out in a squeak

his thrusts become frenzied

you can hear him slicking past your entrance, the sound pushing already well strung nerves over the edge

Your eyes flying wide, you try to hold it back, trying to delay the inevitable.

"Come on baby...come for me....I want to feel you come...nggghhhhh....."

Suddenly, it's there, his thrust hitting the exact combination of muscles to send you flying over the edge

with a scream of release, you come around him, your internal muscles clamping down around his buried presence

His cry echoes yours as with one more thrust he joins you in oblivion

the tiny part of you that remains conscious revels in the force of his climax, the rush of his seed as it fills you

you don't know how long you float, time has no meaning

slowly your senses flood back, the feel of him still buried deep within you, his chest heaving as he fights for breath

murmuring slightly, you realize that he's crushing your hands on the bars

frowning slightly you wriggle your fingers, trying to restore the blood flow

the small motion draws his attention

he meets your gaze, his chest still heaving

licking your lips to return the moisture, you wriggle slightly underneath him, your legs still wrapped around his back

"not bad" you murmur

his eyebrows arch sharply

With a grin, you arch up to kiss the tip of his nose

"with a little practice you could really be something"

"Oh really?

his voice is dripping with sarcasm, but the gleam in his eyes is just as playful as your tone

"well...practice makes perfect."

"yes," he drawls, "so I've heard."

Your throaty chuckle catches slightly as he shifts his hips

"um...don't do that."

He looks down at you, a look of perfectly contrived innocence on his face

"Do what?...this?" He shifts his hips again.

"mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm"

Who would have thought it

he just screwed you senseless on the bike and you're ready for another round

"I'm game if you are" His mouth latches on to your earlobe, nibbling slightly.

THE END