A/N: Oops. Sorry, I'm not sorry. :)
Voyeur
Shouldn't be doing this, it was her conscience reminding her.
But her name was a soft whisper against his lips, and it was all she could do to bite down and hold the whimper at bay.
The man with the senses of a hunter was so caught up in pleasure that he didn't take any notice of her presence. Or maybe he did, and he wanted her to watch, wanted her to squirm.
The Companion was usually composed, but Malcolm Reynolds was a demon of a different kind, and the things he did to her body unknowingly would be the end of her. She was convinced of it.
He'd started out with a steady rhythm, painfully slow. His grip was strong, squeezing as the muscles of his arm worked. He hissed and threw his head back, eyes closed and undeniably thinking of her.
Inara bit down on her bottom lip and squeezed her thighs together in frustration.
I should leave, the voice of reason.
But like a moth to the flame, her eyes defied her. She couldn't stop watching. She couldn't tear her gaze away. Then his hand moved faster, and a low groan escaped his throat. He squeezed the tender, pink flesh every time he reached the tip and Inara licked her lips.
Oh, sweet Buddha, she wanted to taste him, to feel him, and the power of the emotion was overwhelming. Never in her many years as a trained Companion, had she been to experience such torture. Then again, never had she met a person quite as compelling as the captain of Serenity.
He pumped quicker, his breathing escalating, and her lower abdomen contracted in response. Her mind raced with inappropriate thoughts and ideas.
She thought of guiding him inside of her, of riding him in the pilot's chair he was sitting on. She thought of gripping fistfuls of his hair and tasting his sweet mouth when he'd fill her. She thought of running her tongue up the length of his shaft, her eyes never leaving him when he'd shudder beneath her. She thought of sliding her hands up his thighs, towards the muscles of his abdomen and then his chest, feeling his smooth skin and the soft, small hairs that would tickle her palms.
It came as no surprise to her, the heady wetness in between her legs. It most certainly wouldn't have been the first time the captain had this effect on her.
The dead silence of the ship in space as everyone else was asleep, would only be disturbed by the soft cry that escaped his lips when he finished, spilling his hot seed over himself. His knuckles whitened on the other hand, gripping the arm of the chair tighter. His chest heaved with every breath, and the muscles of his jaw clenched from the effort.
Inara fought off the urge to bring her own fingers down to her core, to speed up the release she so desperately sought. Instead, her hand brushed the material of the thin silk dress by her stomach, tantalizingly close to where she needed it.
There was nothing more that she wanted to do than to slip out of her dress and step inside, revealing herself to him in every way, the article of clothing nothing more than a pool at her feet. Long, black curls would dance down the small of her back, and tickle slender, dainty shoulders. Large, brown eyes would glitter in the dim light of the stars and they would be filled with lust. The buds of her soft breasts would perk in the cool air, silently asking for his attention.
"Inara," he whispered when he'd turned to see her standing there, as naked as day.
She didn't know when it had happened, she hadn't realized it. He was left speechless, unsure of how to act or what to say.
His eyes devoured her nudity; her breasts, the thick curves of her hips, and the soft, black curls of her cunt. His mouth parted in surprise, but he didn't move.
Inara's hand, bejeweled in rings and attached bracelets, slid down the smoothness of her flat stomach, towards her core. Mal's eyes remained fixed on her movement, seemingly not breathing in the moment.
She slipped a finger inside and gasped. Mal gulped and licked his dry lips, slowly. She worked inside herself until her legs were weak. She moaned softly, and when she felt her orgasm coming on, her knees buckled, and she fell forward, gripping the head of his chair. Long fingernails dug into the material just by his head, and her breasts moved freely when she worked faster.
She moaned and whimpered, her hot breath so close to his ear. The bracelets tinkled as her wrist moved. Long black tresses fell forward, and her face concerted as if she would start to cry from pleasure. His name died on her lips when she came, her fingers coming away wet and sticky. He stared up into her eyes, wearing nothing but longing.
His erection rubbed against his belly, and his lips were inches away from her inviting mouth. And then, he took the hand that she'd used to please herself, and slipped her fingers into his mouth, tasting her. Inara took in a sharp breath at the feel of his slick, hot tongue against her flesh.
Her other hand ran down the material of his dress shirt, playing with the buttons he'd already undone. His hands cupped and squeezed her ass, bringing her forward so that she was almost on top of him.
Looking up at her, he whispered in a husky voice, "No more teasin'."
His mouth devoured hers.
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A/N: Yup. Still not sorry. :)