lukeandmara | 'Rehearsal' - NC-17 - 'shine to '200 Proposals' Chapter 6

Day 145:

As the uterus becomes larger, you may have some concerns about having sex during pregnancy. For the most part, let your own sexual comfort be your guide. Certain positions may be more comfortable than others. Also, you may notice changes in your sexual responsiveness...

Mara gasped and arched back into Luke. “Do that again.”

He chuckled softly behind her, and flickered his tongue over the curve of her neck. “Do what again?”

“You know what,” she growled.

“I do?” He whispered the question into her ear, and then gently tugged at her earlobe with his teeth.

She moaned helplessly as shivers ran through her body, her nipples sharpening to hard points. “You...you do know,” she panted, licking her lips as a new flood of wetness stickied her thighs. “Oh, gods you do know...”

“So this.” His fingers trailed down her arm to her breasts, grasping and tugging the tight furl of her nipple. She pushed back against him again, rubbing her bottom against his straining member. He rewarded her with a groan of pleasure of his own, but he immediately retaliated by tugging at her breast once more.

“That’s very nice,” she whispered, turning her neck so that she could suck a patch of his jaw. “But you know what I want, Luke...”

His hand left her breast and skimmed past her belly to the thatch of dampness between her legs. “This?”

Mara growled in frustration this time and reached behind her to grab him, to tease him into submission. She pumped him once, twice, smirking as he moaned and pushed himself into her hand. “Two can play your game, Skywalker.”

“Can they?” He grabbed her hand off of him and kissed it, placing it on her breast. “Touch them.”

“Isn’t that your job?” But she used the pad of her thumb to rub at her nipple and shivered in spite of herself.

“Not right now,” he grunted, shifting behind her. And then suddenly he was filling her, hot and hard.

She gasped and clenched, sucking him in. But he didn’t move, managing to stay still inside of her as his fingers dove between her legs. He unerringly found her sensitive spot, just above where they connected.

Mara trembled and panted, perilously close to whining. “Touch me,” she demanded.

He did, rubbing the tip of his finger over the tiny nub of her pleasure.

She opened her mouth to cry out, but the pleasure was so intense that no sound came, and she could only quake and shudder around him. Her body pulled at him as they moved together, seeking the gratification, that quenching of need, that drove them to greater and greater heights of bliss.

Mara’s body thrummed with it, with pleasure and life and Luke. His satisfaction was hers and it was good, so good. She cried out with it and came on him, came with him, quivering in their release.

Breathless, she pushed away from him, seeking cool air. His labored breathing was loud in the quiet of the bedroom, and after a moment she turned to face him, placing a damp palm on his still trembling stomach. “Damn, Luke.”

He laughed through his intake of breath. “Makes you wonder why you haven’t married me yet, doesn’t it?”

Mara bit her lip to hide a smile. “...okay, you have the right to be a little smug after that performance, Skywalker. But that doesn’t mean--”

Luke gathered her into his arms and kissed her, opening her mouth to his and tangling his tongue with hers. She pushed against him, but didn’t fight, kissing him back until he fell against the headboard, taking her with him.

She pulled back from the kiss and regarded him through half-lidded eyes.

He broke into a grin. “Marry me, Mara. Come on, just imagine the wedding night.”

With a grin of her own, she lightly kissed his lips, and then tracked her hand down his chest. “Well,” she said, finding the object that had just driven her crazy and coaxing it back into hardness, “when you put it that way...”