The God of Love and Sex - NC-17

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Title:  The God of Love and Sex
Author: ginchy
Disclaimer: I don’t own Luke or Mara, or any of the situations. Just letting my favorite characters have some much deserved fun.
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Pure Smut
Notes:  Happy Valentine’s Day!  I’m running on about 3 hours of sleep so if anything seems off, you know why.   Thanks to my gal Nanci for looking this over and picking the title!!!   PS:  I'm cracking up over being able to tag this 'canon'.   PPS:  I forgot to say that I borrowed 'Amor Ti' from one of the 'Last Dance' chapters.   

The fringe of Mara’s hair blew up with the frustrated breath she released.   She hitched her bag up over her shoulder and punched in the security code to her hotel room.  It had been a long day of moving accounts and dealing with people who were less than happy with Karrde no longer having need of their services.   All she wanted to do was take a shower, eat some food and use the ridiculously overpriced holocom unit to call her husband.

The door slid open and she walked into the darkened outer room of her suite.   She tossed the bag on the chair by the door and activated the lights, walking immediately to the small cooler and removing a bottle of water.   She took a long chug and stretched her back, working out the kinks.  Somewhat refreshed, she pulled her hair out of its tight bun and took off her jacket and shoes.    She headed down the short hall that led into the bedroom.  

It was dark as she stepped into the room, her hand reaching blindly for the light sensor.    Just as her hand met the switch she felt something move in the Force, a subtle shift that had her eyes moving toward the bed before they could even see through the darkness.   And when the light illuminated the room, she gasped.

“What are you--”   She couldn’t even get the words out, trying to wrap her mind around the fact that he was here.  In her hotel room.   Wearing…

“How did you…. What are you…?”   Her lips twitched and she couldn’t quite tamp down a smile.

“Not glad to see me?” The man lying partially nude in her bed stretched, almost feline-like in his movement, slow and deliberate.  

“You know I am,” she said immediately.  “But why are you--”   She gestured to his black shimmersilk cloak that spread open at the chest to show his naked body.   His chest gleamed in the artificial light, a sheen of perspiration evident on the muscle and she wondered how long he had been lying there.  Waiting for her.

“Why am I here?”   He slid a hand down his chest and grasped his dick, idly playing with it as if he were bored and needed to entertain himself.

“Well, yes, but why are you here dressed like… What is this?  Did you borrow that cloak from Lando?”

Blue eyes flashed to meet hers and she was mesmerized by just how blue they were, surrounded by a thin black mask that only served to highlight his eyes, not hide them.  

“This is my cloak, Mara.”   His voice was deep and resonate and it thrummed with something dark and mysterious.   He got up from the bed and walked to her, the cloak falling down around his body naturally, as if it belonged there, floating out behind him as he moved.   He stopped just shy of her, reaching a hand once again for his erection that now pulsed hot and hard.   He pumped it with his hand and made a tiny sound of pleasure, deep from his throat.

A flash of damp heat ran through her core, and Mara’s eyes were riveted to the cock that was so close.  “I still don’t understand…”   Her voice was husky and she licked her lips nervously.

The man moved close, brushing his erection against her hip.   He brought a hand to ghost the shell of her ear.   “I heard you.”

Mara shivered as his hot breath touched glided over her suddenly sensitive skin.   “You heard me?”

“Yes, Mara,” he answered, rubbing his dick against her hip again.  “I hear you say that you didn’t believe in me.   That I was a made up tale for women who didn’t have anything better to do with their lives than to wait for some make-believe man.”

Realization dawned on Mara’s face and her eyes rose to meet his.   “You’re dressed…. You’re Amor Ti?”

Even white teeth flashed in a grin.   “That’s right,” he murmured, light hands skimming her bare arms and skittering down over her ribs, still clothed under her tank.    “The God of love and sex…”

He skimmed his fingers back up her body, barely pressing into her tight nipples as he passed.   His finger then traced the line of her mouth.   “God?” she murmured, even as she shivered from his touch.   “That’s thinking a little highly of yourself, isn’t it?”

Those amazing blue eyes rolled just slightly before returning her gaze.   He let his wandering hand fall between her legs and he pressed the back of his hand, his knuckles to her there, finding proof of her heat.    A corner of his mouth pulled up.  “It’s your opinion that matters…”

Mara grinned.  She felt amazing, rejuvenated and free.   She gripped Amor Ti’s shoulders, grasping their broad angles through his soft cloak and deliberately pushing her hip against his hard staff.   “I think I’m interested in seeing what you’ve got.”

Amor Ti leaned in and brushed his lips against hers, just barely, skin only lightly touching.    His lips were as soft as they looked and she whimpered as he pulled away.    “More,” she whispered, pushing toward the heat between them.  “Give me more…”

Before she could process his movement, she was against the wall, sucking his tongue into her mouth and groaning.   His lips slanted over hers knowingly, and his hands plunged into her hair, caressing the line at the base of her scalp, sending sensation to all of her nerve endings.

She reached between them and palmed his cock.   He moaned into her mouth and pushed harder against her hand.  He tried to break from the kiss as she spread wetness from his cock head down over his shaft and teased him, but she held him into the kiss.   She grunted with pleasure as their tongues tangled, their combined saliva dripping to her chin.   

She kept his captive in her hold, pumping the firm heat of him, but he managed to tear from her kiss, cheeks flushed and eyes bright.   He glanced down her body and seemed to grow in her hand as his eyes latched onto her breasts.   “I want to be inside of you.”

Her clit twitched at the harsh cadence of his voice.   Letting him go, she eyed him as he stepped back to the bed.   He raised a hand to his cloak tie, but she shook her head.   “I like it,” she whispered.   

“Then take off your clothes,” he said, once more finding his dick and playing with it.   “I want to see you…  Beautiful Mara….”

Her pants were the first to go, followed by her underwear and shirt.   She could feel his eyes tracing the line of her breasts, still encased in their bra.   She reached around to unhook it, but chanced a look at him to see him shaking his head.

“Let me,” he said, and she did, walking to stand between his legs.    His fingers were gentle as he unhooked the undergarment, but the heat in his eyes promised something darker.   He nipped at one dusky nipple, and she cried out, clutching his head. 

He pulled her down on top of him, continuing to nip at her breasts.  He bit into the tender flesh and soothed the braised skin with his tongue until she squirmed against him, pushing her damp nether curls against his hard stomach.   Amor Ti growled deep in his throat and grasped her hips with bruising force, grinding her against him until she cried out.

And then he moved again, in a flash of his cloak, and her back was pressed against the bed.  “Not yet,” he whispered, tracing her lips with his tongue.   “Soon…”

Mara shifted against him and opened her legs to accommodate him.  She ran her fingers up under his garment, digging her nails into the soft skin of his ass.  “Now.”   

Those white teeth flashed again as the hard head of his dick probed her wetness.   “Only you, Mara Jade, could command a god…”     He was panting as he barely entered her tight sheath.   “But I’m lost to you…”

Mara’s eyes glittered as she looked up at her ephemeral lover.  But no words were needed when he plunged in fully and began to move.    She clutched his back and cried out at the forceful nature of his love making, the scent of him surrounding her as his hardness plunged and plundered.  He was consuming her, and she was letting him…

He steadied himself with one hand and used the other to angle her hips, driving into her until she saw stars and heard his voice rasping in her ear, telling her how good she made him feel.   And then his mouth was on hers, teeth clacking as they kissed messily, grinding together in abandon, the galaxy far away and insignificant.

She screamed as she came, clutching him close in a hug, clawing at his back.   He growled out his own pleasure as they merged in the Force, ecstasy binding them together in light and love as her tight body milked every last drop from him.

He collapsed on her, and didn’t move.   She kissed his sweaty forehead and smiled at the man who had made love to her as a god.    And she smirked.   “The god of love and sex?   Really, Skywalker?”

He had the decency to blush.   He twisted a lock of her hair around his finger.   “I didn’t hear you complaining… and after that scream, I don’t have to wonder how high your opinion is of me.”

Mara rolled her eyes, but pressed even closer to him, stealing another kiss.   “Missed you...”     She tugged at his cape.   “Please tell me you didn’t really borrow this from Lando.”

Luke laughed.  “Nope, all mine.   Bought just for the occasion.”

“Good,” Mara said with a grin.   “Because I find that it suits you… Amor Ti.”

Behind the slim mask, Luke’s eyes gleamed.

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