After seeing her like that, how could he possibly keep his hands to himself? They’d been invited to a party, thrown by humans in celebration of the alliance between his kind and hers. There were still enemies out there, but taking a day or two to themselves wouldn’t mean the end of everything, right? And seeing her in that black dress, seeing the way it complimented her every curve and muscle, how it showed off just enough, but also retained a sense of proper class, once they were alone, he couldn’t resist.
He had her against a wall in their temporary room, already breathing hard in dizzying anticipation as his hands lifted the dress up, and her own hands were making quick work of his clothing too. Before he could even register it, her hands were already slipping underneath his clothes. His breath hitched when she worked to coax out his length, which had already begun to emerge before this moment even began, but he had no complaints.Â
While she worked at that, he hooked his fingers under her panties, pulling them to her knees with one swift movement. With the dress bunched at the top of her waist, she was exposed, as was he. He shifted, grabbing her waist and lifting her up, earning him a sound of surprise as he carried her to the bed on the other side of the room.Â
Once there, he dropped her, and offered her no chance of recovering as he grabbed both of her legs and settled himself between them. He earned himself a moan when his shaft rubbed against her, taunting her with what was to come. His own shivers of desire rippled through him, even as her hands came up and starting to work on removing his shirt, only pausing when he lifted the dress up and over her head before he tossed it to the side. While the dress was tempting enough, he still enjoyed her better like this.
Once his shirt was off, her hands were captured into his with a low growl. His mandibles parted as he loomed over her, that intense stare in both of their eyes. He loved the way she looked at him like this, completely at his mercy and she knew it just as well as he did. He saw no point in delaying any longer, and there was another moan with the thrust of his hips as he pushed inside.
His body made things a little awkward, but he still managed as he pulled back, and pushed in again, going deeper and making her writhe a bit underneath him. He watched her features contort into pure lust, earning him a sound each time he bucked into her, going deeper and deeper until she could take no more of him. He learned early that this was when she felt the best pleasure, and so when he reached that point, he made his movements fluid and deep, rolling into her as waves of pleasure wracked his own body. By now, a hand released hers in favor of coming to rest on the back of her head. Both of them breathing hard and staring into each other’s souls -or so it felt to him, anyway. Being this close, on this level, was something he would cherish to his last breath.
He was also well aware that it was going to be too good to last. Both of them were feeling that telltale burn, he could feel it, throbbing, begging to reach the height that both of them longed for. It made her groan again as his movements became faster, harder - but not painfully so - and it had both of them gasping, relishing this connection.
And the next thing he knew, he was seeing stars, bodies writhing and convulsing as her own moans were dampened only when he bent down to kiss her. It was short-lived, considering they were both still fighting for air, coming down from their highs. With a few rapid clicks, he rolled over so that they could both relax without him crushing her.
There was a soft sigh from him as she lifted herself off of his shaft, not seeming to mind the mess. Then she settled in with him, humming in content as an arm was wrapped around her body. He leaned down a bit, nuzzling her cheek and yawning.
She gave a soft laugh in response to his sigh.
“I love you too, Kesan.”
