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"Very well then, show me what you have learned," he finally managed to reply, his heart nearly pounding out of his chest as Anakin and Padme exchanged sly smiles.
"I believe the first lesson was how important the power of touch is, right Ani?" Padme began, reaching to run her fingers across Obi-Wan's cheeks, smiling at his hiss of indrawn breath as she let them rub over his beard and along the sensitive skin just under his chin. She shivered at the bristly feeling, enjoying the sensations it sent dancing through her body. Letting her hands roam further, she stroked his cheeks and nose, running the pads of her fingers across his eyelids as his eyes closed in pleasure at the sensation. She finally allowed a fingertip to run over his lips, gasping as he captured the digit and wrapped his tongue around it, rewarding her for her mastery of 'touch.'
Anakin's eyes darkened as he watched his master reward his wife. He felt his desire flare to life again as he reached forward to clasp his master's shoulders. Using various techniques he'd picked up here and there, he began kneading the tense muscles in Obi-Wan's shoulders, enjoying the way his master's head fell back as Padme pulled away to allow him his turn.
Sensing his master was now focusing on him, he began to plant kisses across Obi-Wan's neck and shoulders, fingers massaging their way down his back and around his sides, using his tongue to trace the curvature and symmetry of muscles he'd long admired. He felt his desire fill and swell again as Obi-Wan moaned at the touch, stomach muscles clenching in as he allowed his hands to roam lower.
Padme felt the raging need climbing through her body again, the sight of master and padawan so engrossed in the other more of a turn-on than she'd ever suspected. But she wanted to be part of that pleasure too. Smiling, she leaned forward and licked one of his small nipples. She let lose a delighted moan when she felt his body tense and jump against her, his hands coming to fist in her hair, pulling her closer, encouraging her with low moans to continue. Smiling, she allowed her hands to caress his chest, using her teeth and tongue to soothe and arouse, while Anakin copied her movements against his master's back.
Obi-Wan could feel nothing but the pleasure surrounding him. Anakin's strong, firm body was pressed tightly against his back, his padawan's talented tongue and hands doing unexplainably wicked things to his back. Combined with the sweet sensation of Padme's mouth against his chest, her soft breasts rubbing against his stomach, he knew he had never felt such desire.
"I think it is time to move on to the next part of the lesson," Anakin finally managed, sensing his master was nearing the breaking point, feeling his own hardness swollen to a nearly unbearable length. Exchanging a glance with his wife, he pulled Obi-Wan backwards, until his master was lying on his back, spread across the bed like a feast. He looked quickly at Padme, seeing her lustful gaze was also observing every aspect of the man before them.
Padme swallowed as she allowed her eyes to take in the beauty that was Obi-Wan. He was slightly smaller in build than her husband, but no less well endowed. Deciding to go with her curiosity, she placed hands on his waist, caressing his stomach lightly, looking at Anakin to see if he objected.
"Go ahead Padme, show Obi-Wan what you have learned," he whispered, reaching to run a finger down his wife's cheek.
Padme sighed, finally letting her hands move down and cup his hardness in her small palm. She shivered at Obi-Wan's harsh groan, smiling as she felt him arch into her touch. He felt so strange against her palms, hard as steel, yet soft as silk. And so hot her fingers were nearly scorched. She began with slow strokes, simply learning his texture and feel, delighted as he felt him grow against her ministrations. She began to listen to his moans, learning what he liked from their sound and intensity. She felt her own center dripping as her passion rose, augmented by the desire burning in Obi-Wan's eyes, and echoed in the dark ones of her husband.
"Padme, please," Obi-Wan moaned, opening his eyes and allowing her to see the intense desire he felt at her touch. He nearly came at the sight of her flushed body, her full breasts swaying with her strokes, her eyes glowing with passion, hair falling around him to tickle his groin and stomach. All he wanted at the moment was to be buried inside her, to feel the warmth and heat he'd often imagined.
// It's okay master, I can wait //
He felt a slight sense of relief as Anakin's soft words entered his mind. He had felt a slight moment of apprehension, wondering if Anakin would allow him to cross this final line.
// Thank you my padawan, you will be well satisfied in return //
Anakin moaned as Obi-Wan's whispered words, and mental kiss slid over him, along with an intensely powerful Force wave of pleasure. He watched eagerly as Padme moved over his master, positioning herself so she was directly above his straining manhood. He allowed his hands to fist in Obi-Wan's hair as he watched Padme lower herself slowly onto him, gasping at his size and the feel of him buried deep inside her. Through the Force, he could sense her complete wonder, and total arousal as she allowed him in. It only served to harden his desire, and heighten the anticipation of what was to come.
Padme moaned as she felt Obi-Wan completely filling her. He was huge and hard, and definitely the largest man she'd ever been with. And she was finding she very much enjoyed the feeling. Watching carefully as she slowly rose, she noted Anakin's eyes were burning with desire, his hands stroking and caressing Obi-Wan's hair as he watched her every move eagerly. The sensation of his eyes, along with the ecstasy clear in Obi-Wan's, was enough to make her daring.
She began with a slow and steady motion, enjoying the wonderful feel of his hardness sliding in and out of her. She gasped as she suddenly felt his hands come to life, clenching on her hips, pulling her down onto him, urging her into a faster motion. Feeling the need to speed things up herself, she began to move quickly, alternating between long, slow strokes and quick fast ones. She could feel her desire nearing the breaking point as she thrust herself against him faster, reveling in the fierce way he pulled her to him.
"Obi-Wan," she moaned breathlessly, feeling herself pause on the very edge, then suddenly, fly over the peak, screaming his name in passion as her climax hit. She felt him shuddering beneath her, his body shaking as with another quick thrust, he burst inside her, calling out her name on a hoarse cry. Sighing, she let the waves of lassitude sweep over her, sinking down so she lay completely across his chest, feeling the pounding of his heartbeat slow as he too basked in the aftermath of their loving.
Anakin grinned as he watched his replete wife smile into his eyes from her position on Obi-Wan's chest. He was amazed at how turned on he was by watching Padme take Obi-Wan. The jealousy he might normally feel for some reason was not there, and he found himself simply desiring to see more. It surprised and delighted him in many ways, realizing that he looked forward to having his wife, just as much as his master.
// The Force works in mysterious ways, my young one. Trust that it will show you the right path. Trust your feelings and let it guide you and you will not go wrong //
Anakin smiled as he felt his master's presence again appear in his head, allowing him to feel the waves of pleasure still lingering in Obi-Wan's system. The smile turned into a gasp as his master allowed him also to feel the need he still held for his padawan. Anakin moaned as he felt his desire build again, the need to feel his master against him, under him, around him, nearly unbearable.
Padme sensed her husband's arousal, watching as his eyes darkened, knowing he and Obi-Wan were now communicating mentally. Smiling, she managed to drag herself off the Jedi Master, not surprised to feel he was still hard inside her. Withdrawing carefully, she slid her body to the side, leaning over to plant a kiss on Obi-Wan's lips, before turning to give Anakin a kiss as well.
"Now my husband, I believe it is your turn to demonstrate what a quick learning little padawan you are," she teased, smiling as Anakin ran a finger down her cheek and pressed a quick kiss to her lips.
"As you wish my dear," he replied, hearing Obi-Wan's low laugh at the banter between them. The smile stayed on his face as Padme moved to allow him to take her place at his master's side. As he stretched out against Obi-Wan's hard body, he felt the waves of desire begin to flow again, noting his master's eyes had begun to turn stormy.
// Now Anakin, you shall be rewarded for your patience and extraordinary learning skills //
Obi-Wan smiled as he felt his padawan's body leap to life at the mental touch, amazed that this beautiful young man could want him. There was no mistaking the desire in those dark eyes as they roamed his body, nor the intense arousal inherent in the Force around them both. A quick look at Padme revealed her eager gaze on the two of them, and he could sense her anticipation at what was to come.
// No master, it is you who shall be rewarded for being the teacher //
Obi-Wan gasped as Anakin leaned over and captured his lips in a deep kiss, as he sent the mental phrase into his mind. Moaning, he allowed his hands to fist in the padawan cut, amazed at how much passion the young man he'd known for years had suppressed. Using teeth and tongue, he returned his padawan's fierce kiss, allowing the desire begin to build again, a different kind this time, one tinged with an excitement that he knew he could feel with no other.
Anakin was again lost in the heat of Obi-Wan's mouth, enjoying the easy way his master fell into the kiss, letting him control it, but responding in full. Using his hands, he began to stroke and caress a path down that beautifully muscled chest, flicking the small nipples and tickling the sensitive stomach as he moved lower. He moaned and broke their heated kiss, gasping for air as his hands finally found and took hold of his master's now full arousal.
Obi-Wan couldn't help but cry out at the feel of his padawan's warm, strong hands grasping his burning flesh. The sensation was completely different from Padme's, Anakin's skin harsher and rougher, but just as delightful. Arching into the caress, he let his padawan know he liked what was being done with small moans and whispers.
Anakin for his part was amazed at how hard, yet soft Obi-Wan's arousal felt against his palms. Using quick strokes, he learned the texture and size of the member he held, noting which strokes and which areas drew the most heated groans from those beautiful lips. He smiled as he hit a particularly sensitive spot along the backside of his arousal, Obi-Wan's hips nearly arching off the bed in ecstasy, a cry of his padawan's name ripped from his throat at the sensation.
Padme felt her breathing grow rapid again, eyes huge as she watched Anakin manipulate his master's desire, watching and learning what made the stalwart Jedi Master tremble and cry out, storing that knowledge away for future use. She felt her own juices begin to flow again as she noted Anakin's desire was long and hard again as well as he rubbed it against Obi-Wan's thigh. Suddenly, another picture flew into her head.
Moving carefully to her husband's side, she reached to cup his hardness, feeling him start in shock, then sink into her hands as he turned his gaze to her. She moaned as she saw the heat flare again in his eyes, feeling Obi-Wan's intense gaze on her as well. Smiling, she turned her head so she could see both their faces as she began stroking Anakin with the same long strokes he was using on his master.
Anakin moaned, enjoying the feeling of Padme's small hands on his desire, but his mind soon turned back to the pleasures before him. Reading the need in Obi-Wan's eyes, Anakin finally gave in and did what he'd wanted to for what seemed forever. Leaning down, he took his master's length between his lips, licking and sucking the hard flesh as far into his throat as he could manage.
Obi-Wan felt a lightning bolt slash through him as Anakin's lips closed around his hardness. The feel was unlike anything he had ever known. While he and Qui-Gon had been lovers, it had been nothing like this. Those feelings were always held sacred and special, and until now, he thought, unrepeatable. But he was wrong. The sensations shooting through him at Anakin's rough licks and nips, the heat of his breath on his rock hard desire, the sight of Padme's eyes locked on his as she watched and stroked at the same time, were almost more than he could bear.
// Padawan, do it now! //
Anakin felt his own body convulse at the mental cry, taking a deep breath before taking all of his master's desire into his throat. He moaned as Obi-Wan began thrusting hard against him, sensing his master's relief was close. His own desire was ready to break, Padme's touch growing surer and harder, sensing his climax near. He felt Obi-Wan's hips suddenly tense, could sense the ledge his master was teetering on.
With a quick motion, he deep-throated his master, hearing his name emerge on a scream as Obi-Wan exploded into his mouth.
Obi-Wan saw stars and lights explode behind his eyes as Anakin's mouth and throat squeezed his hardness like a vise. Release hit like a tidal wave, swamping and amazing him as he watched his padawan swallow again and again, not letting a drop spill. Closing his eyes, he allowed his body to fly, reveling in a sensation he had long thought dead. His pleasure increased momentarily as he felt Anakin's wetness against his thigh, Padme's hands having brought him release as well. When he finally believed himself capable of breathing, he opened his eyes and smiled fondly at the sight that greeted him.
Anakin shuddered as the last waves of pleasure coursed through him, feeling Padme's warm, smooth body pressed against his side, feeling his master's warmth beneath his cheek where his head rested on his stomach. Raising his eyes, he found himself ensnared in his master's gaze. He sighed contentedly as he read nothing but satisfaction in their bluish-green depths.
Padme sighed, her eyes seeking out Obi-Wan's as well, amazed at how much she had enjoyed watching Anakin pleasure his master. She smiled as she noted the gaze master and padawan were locked in, able to feel their contentment surround her like a blanket.
"Well, I would say this has been a very successful lesson, would you not agree?" Obi-Wan finally managed when he had enough breath to speak. His eyes lit up as both Padme and Anakin burst into tired laughter.
"The best lesson I have had yet, and hopefully, only the first of many to come," Anakin replied, his eyes locking on Obi-Wan's, searching for an answer to a question he wasn't even sure of asking.
Obi-Wan smiled and reached a hand out to stroke his padawan's hair.
"While you both have progressed well, there is still much to learn, and I intend to be the only one to teach you both," his master replied, turning to run a finger down Padme's cheek, reading the delight in her eyes at his words.
"Well then, I suggest we all rest, to be fully rejuvenated for our next lesson," the young Senator replied, struggling to a sitting position and managing to arrange herself so she was stretched out against the pillows again, in the dead center of the large bed. With a small, tired smile, she patted both sides of her, sighing as Obi-Wan and Anakin rearranged themselves so they were pressed against her, one on either side. A true Jedi sandwich, she thought with a small smile of delight. Oh how her handmaidens would envy her at this moment. Sighing contentedly, she closed her eyes and let sleep drag her into its depths.
Anakin smiled as he picked up his wife's thought, stretching his arm over her small body and across Obi-Wan's waist, smiling as Obi-Wan repeated the move, his arm coming to rest against his padawan's side, giving him a gentle physical and mental touch on the side.
// Sleep my young padawan. There is plenty of time to learn more in the morning //
Smiling at his master, returning the gentle mental kiss and feelings of love and reassurance, Anakin allowed his eyes to close, feeling his tired body immediately give into sleep, his mind already imagining what other lessons his master had to teach.
Obi-Wan smiled as he felt both Padme and Anakin fall into the arms of sleep. He allowed his fond gaze to sweep over Padme's beautiful, flushed cheeks, still glowing, even in her sleep. His gaze then moved to Anakin, the young man looking very youthful as he slept, his face free of worry lines.
Maybe tonight, the dark dreams would remain at bay.
Obi-Wan frowned, not wanting to let the worry he felt about Anakin's increasingly frequent dreams upset the wonderful lassitude he was feeling at the moment. His lesson plan had worked out better than he'd ever dreamed.
Smiling, already thinking of what he would teach them next, he too drifted off into the first truly peaceful sleep he'd had in years.
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