Sexual healing

"There is still one more part of your recovery that we need to address," you answer with a purposeful huskiness in your voice.

You can feel her arousal growing once more. She was **** as she was now and you needed to address this as soon as possible.

"Your mind and body are well on the mend, but your heart still aches doesn't it?"

She nods silently, not trusting her voice or the feelings welling up inside her that felt like betrayal to Cliegg.

"Come with me," you say as you pull her to her feet.

She reluctantly follows as you lead her to the bed, her heart pounding in her ears as you make your intentions clear. Her apprehension then gives way to surprise as you stop her and sit on the bed's edge.

"What is your name?" you ask her out of courtesy.

"Shmi Skywalker," she answers softly, her hands fiddling with the tie of her robe.

"I want to see all of you, Shmi."

Her blush deepens as she swallows the lump in her throat, but as she begins pulling the knot of her robe lose, you stop her once more.

"Wait... I want you to dance while you do it."

"D-dance...?" she asks nervously. "But... but I..."

"You've never danced for someone before?" you say with a raised brow.

"No I have I just..." she stutters out. "I always hated it... being watched by... by people."

"There's no one here but us, and I'd like to think I'm better looking than some backwater slavers on Tatooine," you point out with a smirk.

Before she can protest further, you wave your hand and a soft, electronic tune begins playing in the bedroom. It's a slow piece with a steady drum rhythm, synthetic melody, and bass groove, something simple to keep pace with. Another motion dims the lights, giving the room a more erotic feel to the atmosphere. As Shmi searches your expectant face, she finally complies and begins to move.

She starts off by swaying her hips from side to side with the music, then gyrates as the music begins to pick up. Slowly caressing herself, she slides her hands upwards and over her head in a stretch, pulling her robe tight against her body. With your eyes glued to her every movement, she's reminded of those nights when Anakin was still young, when Watto would drag her out to the cantinas to help a business deal run smoothly or appease a debt collector to buy him more time. She felt disgusted every time she had to do it, but it was a skill she was **** to learn to keep Watto appeased and happy. Today was different though. This was no slimy Doug or lecherous Duro she was dancing for, but a human man she felt genuinely indebted to. Most importantly, his gaze was making her excited.

You sit transfixed on Shmi's performance as she turns in place, showing her ample backside to you. Her dance shifts accordingly, giving her rear some extra sway as her hands then drop down to the tie of her robe. Looking over her shoulder, she smirks at you as she pulls the tie free, slipping it from its loops and tossing it aside. With her back still turned to you, she hugs the robe against her chest with her arm and, inch by agonizing inch, lets her robe slip from her shoulders. With every movement, more of the creamy expanse of her back is exposed to you, her teasing setting you as hard as steel. As the neckline comes level with ass, she begins to turn to face you once more, her full breasts now on display for your pleasure.

You can see sweat beading on her skin, her breaths coming out in short puffs and her eyes half lidded in a sexual haze. When she finally lets go of her robe and reveals the thick bush crowning her dripping pussy, you could no longer resist watching idly and you fish out your cock from the now tight confines of your sweatpants. Her own eyes drop down to your exposed manhood as you begin to stroke, and you barely catch her licking her lips in the dim lighting of your bedroom.

Her dancing becomes more active now, her body swaying erotically while her hands trace and caress her breasts and pussy, all the while as her steps bring her closer and closer to you. At last she comes within arms reach and she surprises you by lifting a leg and planting her foot upon the bed, exposing her nethers to you even further. You stroke even faster as her hand snakes its way down to her glistening pussy lips and spreads them apart with her fingers.

"Enjoying yourself?" you ask her with a throaty groan.

"Very much," she answers with raspy need.

Nothing else is said between you as she now actively pumps her fingers into her dripping cunt in rhythm with your strokes, the both of you furiously masturbating to each other. Shmi could hardly contain herself as she watches you shamelessly stroke yourself to her. She felt she had no reason to feel sexy as she was approaching her fifties, having long since passed her prime and yet, you made her feel all of this and more. With every pump of her fingers, with every gyration of her hips into her palm, she edged closer and closer to climax, and by your own ragged breathing she could tell that you were right there with her. She squats ever closer to your manhood until her arousal is literally dripping upon your crown and slicking your strokes.

You can feel the familiar boiling in your balls, her fingers now mere inches away from the tip of your dick. You were going to cum, you needed to cum, and there was only one place you wanted to do it.

"Come here," you growl roughly as you reach out and grasp your cougar dancer by the hips.

Shmi gasps out in surprise then shock as you pull her into your lap and roughly thrust into her pussy. She throws her head back in a silent scream as her first orgasm in months tears through her, her walls rippling and convulsing around your dick as if begging you to join her in euphoria. You quickly follow, **** out your own gasp of pleasure as you blast her insides white. Over and over you thrust through your manic twitching, burying yourself into her core with pent up need. She holds you close, pressing your face into her breasts and moaning loudly as she shudders with every spurt of your dick.

"You... you came!" she gasps out in awe. "You brute, you just... shoved your way in and came inside!"

"Not filling you would be a waste," you groan back to her as you drag your tongue up her neck.

She can hardly resist you as your lips meet hers and press her into a voracious, lusty kiss. Your hips grind into each other as she squeezes out the last drop of semen from your load, the first load of many. Breaking the kiss for air, you gaze deeply into her eyes with a near hypnotizing power.

"Tonight, I'm making you mine," you whisper. "I'm taking you as my own, Shmi."

She shudders at the thought as you begin thrusting into her once more, barely able to squeak out two words.

"Oh my!"