You roll over and snuggle close to his warm body. You are almost as tall as him but even with that advantage, his frame dwarfs your own,, even in bed.

How you managed to maintain such a relationship with this Jedi is far beyond your comprehension. He came to you last night and you couldn't refuse him. You've never been able to refuse him anything, even during your games.

You snuggle into his warm embrace and press your lips to his broad chest.

His sharp breath brings a smile to your lips and then a chuckle as his large arms pull you up and his mouth devours yours in a breath-stealing kiss.

Your dominating nature wars with your desire to be dominated by this man and you struggle to get the upper hand. He will have none of it and quickly pins you to the bed, arms over your head.

"Not tonight, my dear." His husky voice sends tremors through your body.

"I must leave in a few hours and I will have my way until then."

You don't deny him. Over the years, you have reversed roles, keeping your relationship fresh and new. You'll submit to him tonight, and he will submit next time.

His body presses you into the mattress as he expertly sinks between your bent knees. One hand holds your wrists above your head as his mouth dips to claim your mouth in a hungry kiss.

You arch your hips into him, craving the contact you know he is deliberately withholding. Rarely are your games straightforward. You always throw in a twist of some kind.

You feel his arousal push against your curls but he does nothing to further any more contact..

A moan escapes your lips and he smiles, his eyes darkened with passion.

"Mine tonight, my dear. When I return…"

You arch up and claim his bottom lip, biting softly. His comment is lost on his tongue as you lick and suck at his lips. The only contact he is allowing right now.

You growl and he chuckles.
"What more would you like?" He asks with an innocent glance.

"You." You hiss and arch your hips to force his stiff arousal closer to your hardened bundle of nerves. You are strung tight and your muscles tense with want, desire and lust.

"You will have me," He whispers, licking your bottom lip. That tongue expertly travels along your jawline and to your neck where it joins your shoulder. His teeth sink into your soft flesh and begin a long, leisurely tugging. His lips clamp over your nape and suck lightly, causing shivers to race down your spine.

He knows if he releases your hands he will have lost, so he holds them tightly. His long arms afford him the ability to slide halfway down your body before he is faced with a choice.

You know what he aches for, but he cannot have it unless he releases your hands. You ache for the same and resolve not to move if he chooses to release you.

For now, long, thick fingers probe you, sliding easily between your folds and over the sensitive nerves.

Your hips arch, craving more contact than the light touch he is torturing you with.

One finger slides in easily only to be joined by another. They push slowly in and out, deliberately avoiding touching anything that would make your release more forthcoming.

You arch your hips and his palm brushes your straining bud.

"Please," You whisper and he smiles against the nipple on which he is currently nibbling. He bites down and you hiss.

"Patience." He whispers and continues his caress to your other hard nipple. "I don't know when I will see you again. I must make this night memorable."

"It is!" You groan as his fingers flick lightly over nerves that you would rather he be stroking instead of teasing.

He licks each nipple, before turning that perfectly roughened tongue toward more sensitive areas of your midsection. He licks and sucks at the sensitive skin, sending sharp tremors through your spine and into your toes.

You struggle against his hands, but you are no match for his strength. You gasp as his fingers move roughly within you. They still carefully avoid that sensitive bundle of nerves and you whimper.

"Enough!" You hiss between clenched teeth and are rewarded with his warm, wet mouth covering your own in a heated kiss.

Your tongues dance and war for a few minutes, each lapping up the sweetness of one another's mouths. Your body arches, begging for more contact as his lips draw the living breath from your lungs.

His fingers continue their relentless assault until they close firmly over and around your hard bud. They pinch and stroke at the sensitive flesh and you cry out into his mouth. Your hips buck as he flicks it a bit more. Your body tightens in the familiar climb to orgasm, yet he holds you there with his touch, unwilling to throw you over just yet.

Before you know it, your arms are free and he has disappeared. His mouth closes over your hard bundle and sucks deeply, driving you over the edge quicker than you anticipated.

His tongue eagerly laps at you, tasting the sweetness that your body releases into his mouth. His fingers continue to stroke you from within as his tongue caresses every sensitive nerve ending. You shudder beneath him for what seems like forever until he pulls himself above you on flexing arms.

You spread you knees wordlessly, allowing him to sink completely into your depths. He leans over you and with a grunt, begins to thrust slowly. You arch your hips to meet each thrust. His hands circle your head, holding you from being jarred too roughly by his now frantic and powerful thrusts.

You fasten your ankles around his waist as he plunges into you time and again. You feel your body stretching to accommodate his thickness, just as it always has.

A kind and considerate lover he has always been, even all those years ago when you tortured him at the request of the Council. He always made sure you were ready, wet enough to take his considerable size. A less sensitive man would not have been concerned with the wonderful friction gained from a less ready pathway.

You groan as his thrusts become more frantic, hips slamming into yours with such power and precision you feel you will be split in two.

His breath hitches in his throat and you can feel his muscles tighten. Long hard, quick strokes follow in succession until he groans into your neck.

His hips circle against yours, rubbing coarse curls against your over-sensitive nub. You arch beneath him as you feel another wave cresting. You meet each of his thrusts, striving to come with him. Meeting him thrust for thrust.

Your hands tangle in his sweat-soaked hair, pulling, holding firmly as the tightness in your loins snaps, flooding your body with spasms of completion.

Your muscles squeeze and contract around his stiff cock, milking it, taking all the searing heat that bursts within.

He collapses atop you, breathing heavily, and you wrap your arms around his broad shoulders. You kiss and bite at his neck, teasing the straining muscle that joins his neck and shoulder.

As your breathing settles, his hips buck against you once again, causing your teeth top sink into his flesh.

He groans and continues to thrust his hips into you. You can feel his semi-hard member pressing into you even at this smaller size and you tighten your hips.

"I - have - to - go - ." Each word is punctuated by a sharp thrust and you lick at the bruise you are sure your teeth have made on his shoulder.

"I - know," You whisper, raking your nails down his back.

He grunts as you smile. "Something of me to take with you."

He shifts his body and presses a hard kiss to already bruised lips. "Your mark?"

"Always." You chuckle.

"Aghhh," he grunts and bites down on your bottom lip.

"Then I should leave you with something to remember me by," He chuckles and slides out of you and off the bed. The evening chill slams into your body when he is no longer there to warm it, and you shiver.

You watch his lean, chiseled body bend over and pull something from a hidden pocket.

When the bed depresses beneath his weight, you slide closer to him.

"I've been meaning to give this to you for a while now. I've just not had the time."

He takes your hand and turns it palm up. You feel a cold metallic object and curl your fingers around it as he calls for the room to be lightly illuminated.

Your eyes narrow to until they become accustomed to the light and smile at the jewel he has placed in your hand.

It looks like a rock attached to a strong silver chain. Upon closer examination the rock is split down the center revealing jagged geode within.. The stone is a transparent blue/green and when you look into it, its as if you can see his eyes looking back at you.

Your hand shakes. Never would you have thought he would give you such a beautiful gift. True, in your life and travels you have been given more beautiful objects, but this had come from this giant sitting beside you. The only gift he had ever given to you.

"It is from my home planet. Normally the stones are not split but revered for the plainness that they represent. They teach important lessons to those with the willingness to learn."

A long finger snakes beneath your chin and your eyes meet his. "But you are unlike any stone in the River of Light on my world and I had it split so that you could see the beauty within."

"If you'd have given me a rock I would have thrown it right back at you," You quip with a smile.

He returns your smile, his azure gaze burning with something akin to desire. You know love burns there but you've not spoken of it since that day at the cabin. Your duties keep you apart for too long to admit it again.

"I have given you a rock." He chuckles, and takes your hand. He brings your fingers to his lips and kisses each one in turn, lingering just long enough to send warm shivers down your spine. " A rock split to show you the beauty that resides within your soul. The beauty I fell in love with.."

You gasp but remain silent, staring at him through eyes filled with the same feelings of love and belonging.

He stands and dresses slowly, watching your reaction to his gift. You hold it like it is a delicate flower and he smiles as he fastens he belt securely around his waist.

"I'll return in a few days, hopefully, and you can properly thank me."

You chuckle and glare. "You may not like what you come back to. Leave me in the middle of the night." You scoff.

He leans over and captures your lips, imprisoning them between his own. He licks and sucks at them, lavishing the top and then the bottom. When he pulls away, you are breathless.

"At least I didn't leave you unsatisfied."

You laugh as he walks through the door, your eyes following his lithe body as it moves swiftly toward his destination. Had you known it would be the last time you saw him, you would not have let him out of your arms. *