Luke and Mara

by Michelle

Mara glanced up as Luke entered the room. He was still damp from his shower.

"Good morning, beautiful."

"Good morning," came the reply.

Luke sensed her discomfort and grimaced slightly; he could not understand Mara's refusal to see herself the way he saw her. Today, he would change that. Taking her hand he led herover to the mirror. Standing behind her, he said "Look".

"At what?"

"You." She turned to walk away, but Luke held her firmly. "Let me show you what I see when I look at you," he said quietly. "Please."

Mara turned back around and met his eyes in the mirror. He smiled and pulled her hair back from the right side of her neck. "You've a lovely neck", he said stroking it slowly. "Especially right here," he said gently stroking a spot he knew excited her. After a moment he replaced his fingers with his mouth and was rewarded when Mara leaned back against him, just a little. Lifting his head, he again met her gaze in the mirror as he moved her hair away from the other side of her neck. This time he started with his mouth and slowly licked and nibbled his way down the side of her neck. Sensing her excitement, he pulled back. Looking directly into the mirror, he began undoing her shirt.

When he reached the last button, he slid the shirt off her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. "I love the strength in your shoulders," he ran his hands over them. "And your back," his hands stroking down and up her back. Mara wondered how such a simple caress could be so damn pleasurable.

"But you know what really turns me on?" he asked quietly.

Mara shook her head slightly.

"Your arms."

Mara laughed. "You're not serious."

"I am," he said, running his hands over her arms. "This curve right here," he ran his hands over her biceps, "always reminds me of the curve here." he slid his hands down to her hips. "And that makes me think of this." He sent an image to her mind. It was of her, on their bed, naked, with Luke's hand in her cunt; she was coming. Startled and aroused Mara struggled for a reply. But Luke continued. "It can be damned awkward you know, getting hard as a rock from seeing your wife's arm." It was funny, but Mara was now too turned on to laugh.

Luke's hands had returned to her arms, now he stroked down her forearm and captured her hands. Bringing the right hand up to his mouth he lightly licked her palm, then took one of her fingertips into his mouth. He sucked on it and ran his tongue then his teeth over the end. "Imagine what it'll feel like when I do this to your nipples," he said into her mind. Mara groaned.

He returned her hand to her side. He ran his hands across her bare midriff. He opened her pants and stroked the slightly rounded flesh below her navel. "This is very sexy." He waited a moment before adding, "especially when you consider what is above and below it. Shall I start with above?"

Slowly, too slowly in Mara's opinion, he brought his hands to her breasts. He cupped a hand over each. Her nipples bored into his palms, even thru the fabric of her bra. "Your breasts are exquisite," he said quietly. "They fit so perfectly into my hands. And your nipples," he continued, his voice becoming husky. "They're a lovely color - not quite pink, not quite brown. I love the feel of them in my mouth. And the way you arch your body toward me when I suck on them." He stroked them through the fabric. Then he undid the latch between her breasts and pulled her bra slightly open. He gently touched the exposed flesh. He could sense Mara's excitement and her impatience. Once again he met her gaze in the mirror and slowly removed the bra from her left breast. Mara gasped.

He cupped the exposed breast in one hand while caressing it with other. Deliberately he avoided the nipple. "Shall I remove the rest?" he asked quietly. Swallowing, Mara nodded. He repeated the same actions with her right breast that he had done with the left. Mara's breathing was becoming heavier. He lifted both of her breasts in his hands and looked into her eyes in the mirror. "See, they're beautiful, you're beautiful."

Not expecting a reply. Luke slid his hands down her sides and tugged at her pants. He pulled them down and Mara stepped out of them. He quickly removed her panties as well. As he stood back up he ran his hands up her legs. "You have the legs and ass of a dancer." "Or an assassin," came the reply directly into his mind. He acknowledged her comment with an Ummm and slid his fingers lightly over her cunt. He opened her lips. "See how wet you are." Mara looked into the mirror, at the moisture glistening on her cunt. He stroked the edges of her cuntlips with one hand, while holding her open with the other. Then he moved one hand deeper inside. "This," he said finding the side of her clit with his fingers, "is the spot that always seems to send you over the edge. Would you like me to touch it now? Would you like me to make you cum?"

"Yes"

"Only if you keep your eyes open. Only if you watch yourself. I want you to see what I see."

Mara nodded.

Luke began moving his fingers in her cunt. Slowly, then faster, harder. Mara leaned into him fully. His hand, his strength was the only thing keeping her upright. "Look" he reminded her. Mara looked. The sight of Luke's hand in her, his eyes watching her, pushed her over the edge. She came.

As her spasms subsided, Luke brought his hand out of her. To her nipple. The feel of his fingers on her nipple, her juices providing lubrication shocked her. Pleasure shot through her. Luke put his other hand briefly inside her, then raised it to the other breast. Mara closed her eyes, savoring the new sensations. She moaned a little, objecting when Luke's hand left her breast to return to her cunt. This time when he raised it, it was to her lips. "Taste yourself. I love the way you taste. I could lose myself in your cunt." He said hoarsely. His own arousal now barely contained. "Taste it." Mara took his fingers into her mouth and sucked eagerly.

Turning in his arms, she pushed herself against him and kissed him. There was a desperate edge to the kiss, intense need.

Luke lifted her and carried her to the bed. Laying her on the bed, he brought his mouth to her breast. Mara's response was immediate. She wrapped her arms around his head and arched her body toward his mouth. Luke sensed her coming again, her whole body trembled.

Pulling away Luke ran his gaze down her. The sight of her like this made him even harder. She was so open, her whole being seemed to radiate pleasure. It was quite a difference from the Mara he had first met. There was something about Mara that made him want to lose himself in her, to pleasure her. Watching her come was the sexiest thing he had ever seen.

Mara's eyes sought his. Looking into her face he took her hand and brought it to her cunt. "Make yourself come. Please, Mara I want to watch you touch yourself."

Tentatively she moved her hand between her legs. Her eyes locked on Luke's.

Luke's eyes moved between her hand and her face. She realized his hand was stroking his cock. His rhythm was matching her own. She watched mesmerized as drops of fluid appeared at the tip of his cock. He was close to coming. His hand stopped and Mara knew he was waiting for her to come. She moved her hand inside of herself. Her fingers caressed her clit hard. As she came. Luke moved his hand up and down his cock, once, twice. He came. The come landed on Mara. Gobs of it were on her breasts and abdomen.

Removing her hand from her cunt, Mara reached out and took Luke's hand. They gazed at each other in silence.

Finally, Mara spoke. "All those hours I spent imaging our sex life, I never thought it would be like this. So wild, so open..." Luke smiled at her, "so powerful," he suggested.

"Yes."

"I love you Skywalker."

"I love you Jade" Luke moved to lie next to her. Kissing her briefly he took her into his arms. "So you believe me?"

"About what?"

"That you're beautiful."

Mara laughed. "Yes Luke I believe you." She kissed him gently then nestled her head into his shoulder.