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Liara's heart beat faster and faster as they approached their hotel room. Shepard was silent as they rode the elevator up from the main floor to their suite, which only caused the asari's anticipation to intensify. By the time they were actually in their room, her heart was thudding and her blood audibly rushed in her ears.
She opened her mouth to speak but Shepard placed a finger over her lips. Liara nodded at the unspoken command, and reached for the commander's vest, her fingers deftly dealing with the buttons. Neither spoke. Their gazes locked with one another, Shepard's green gaze one of smoldering intensity, of patient need. Gently tugging, Liara loosened the tie and pulled it over her lover's head, tossed it aside onto the bed. The shirt swiftly followed it.
There was an intimacy Liara enjoyed about undressing her lover. It wasn't necessarily a task expected of her, but one that Shepard appreciated. And in the current context, it was dizzyingly erotic. When she was naked from the waist up, Shepard placed her hands on Liara's shoulders and gently turned her. She unzipped the dress agonizingly slowly. Liara inhaled sharply as strong hands slipped under the fabric of her dress, contacting with bare skin.
"Shh. You have to be quiet tonight, love. Not a sound." Shepard whispered, her breath grazing the back of Liara's crest.
Liara straightened and gave a half-nod of understanding, taking her lower lip in between her teeth and resolving to be as silent as space. She felt particularly submissive this evening; usually she enjoyed provoking her commander a bit, tempting out the aggressive side of her lover. She loved feeling the rush of powerlessness whenever Shepard asserted her authority, moved her wherever she wanted her, held her down.
Other times, she simply wanted to give herself to the commander, to submit completely and know she was safe, loved. Voluntarily surrendering held its own appeal, knowing that she did so by choice, aware that she was utterly owned by Shepard, knowing that the gift of herself was accepted and appreciated completely. It made her feel whole, complete in a way she might not have ever known but by experience. As if by submerging herself in Shepard's will, she had found fulfillment, purpose.
Liara felt herself undressed slowly, her dress puddling at her feet, followed by her underwear. She felt herself pulled backwards until her back pressed against Shepard's front, the human's nipples hardened against her back. "Present." Shepard's voice was still a whisper, a gentle command.
Reluctantly, Liara pulled away, breaking the skin-to-skin contact and crawled onto the bed. She knelt, then fell forward on her elbows, her ass thrust upwards, and waited. She was already wet; her lust had been steadily building ever since their whispered conversation in the ballroom. She needed release, but knew it would come whenever Shepard was ready, and Liara felt satisfaction in her acceptance of that fact.
She listened, hearing the rustling as Shepard prepared herself. Liara had a good idea of what to expect, and she wanted to glance around, but held her position. She preferred Shepard's commands holding her in place, rather than cuffs or rope. Sometimes though, Shepard found the bindings necessary whenever Liara squirmed too much, too often. But Liara enjoyed being forced to rely on her own self-restraint, of having to make the conscious decision to obey.
The bed caved as Shepard finally returned, climbed up behind her lover. Strong hands gripped the asari's hips, pulling her backwards. There was a hovering moment of hesitation, a breath that seemed to freeze, as Liara felt the tip of the phallus press into her. She could tell by the way Shepard exhaled shakily as she entered her that it was the one that transmitted sensation.
Liara bit down on her lower lip to keep from whimpering as she was filled, bit down harder as the shaft was slowly withdrawn and entered her again. Once the meld was active, she'd cum nearly immediately, but it wasn't about her tonight. It was about Shepard. Even if every thrust made Liara pant with need, her gratification would be secondary tonight. Pushing back, she took Shepard in deeper and was pleased by the sharp gasp of pleasure that escaped her lover.
Liara squeezed her eyes shut, losing herself in the pleasure, losing herself to the knowledge that right now she was being used solely for Shepard's pleasure, and Shepard moved as slowly or as quickly as her own needs dictated while Liara fought her own desires. Liara tried to focus on Shepard's pleasure, to ignore the pulsing throb between her legs that was growing painfully wonderful. For a moment, she lost her composure and moaned as she felt herself entered more roughly.
Shepard paused and leaned forward, draping her body over Liara's, which only embedded her more fully inside her. "Quiet, love. Or else Miss Lawson will know you're getting fucked. And you don't want her to overhear you embracing eternity, do you?"
The thrill of Shepard's words sent a tremor of want through Liara's body. The threat of being overheard, of being discovered at her most vulnerable by another person was perversely exciting and caused her to clench her fists in the blankets to keep from crying out again. Panting with exertion, she forced herself to answer, "No, ma'am."
"Good girl." Shepard straightened, and began thrusting again. Fingers dug into her hips as the pace quickened, grew more desperate. She would be bruised in the morning, but Liara was always proud of the marks the commander left on her, a badge of pride, of how much Shepard wanted her.
When she came, it was with a shuddering sigh, but she did not slow. In fact, she thrust harder, and Liara had to brace herself more firmly on the bed to keep from being driven forward. The pleasure was becoming unbearable, but Liara was determined to hold firmly, to not beg or ask for release, to accept it when it was given. But it was hard. Her knuckles were pale blue as the blanket was fisted in her hands, and her lower lip was bruised from biting down to keep in her cries and moans. She felt her biotics smoldering beneath the surface, threatening to boil over as she longed to join with her lover.
As Shepard approached her second orgasm, she reached around Liara's hips, her fingers seeking out her clitoris. Shepard moaned barely audibly in the back of her throat as her fingers found the slick heat, then started teasing her already sensitive clit. It was too much, and Liara pressed her face into the blankets, to muffle the cry she knew she would not be able to stifle.
Shepard stiffened again, and this time her pace faltered as the climax overwhelmed her. She collapsed against Liara's back, her skin slick with sweat, her breath ragged. One hand still in between her legs, she was still inside of Liara. After a few long moments of recovery, she pulled herself erect again.
"Join with me." Shepard grunted, her voice hoarse.
Liara did not need to be instructed again, and her consciousness immediately collided with Shepard's. One voice, one mind, one need. Liara felt herself being fucked again, felt the shadow of pleasure that was Shepard's as the dildo entered her again, and again. Deft fingers played with her clit, pushing her nearly immediately over the edge of orgasm. Liara bit into the blanket, sobbing her release to keep from screaming as powerful waves of pleasure tore through her restraint.
Her muscles trembled, weakened by the orgasm, as Shepard whispered in her mind, gentle encouragement towards another climax that Liara was helpless to resist. Again her body tensed, her hips pushing backwards into Shepard's, taking her in fully, grinding down on the hand that rubbed her clit. Thought, time, reality ceased to have any meaning. There was no existence in the world outside of her and Shepard, outside of their pleasure, love. She lost track of physical reality, of how her body responded to the second, galaxy-moving orgasm.
When she returned to the present, she was surprised to find that somehow she had maintained her position and that Shepard had pulled out of her. Shepard pulled herself to lie next to Liara, to pull her out of position to lay on top of her. Grateful, Liara relaxed against the bare skin of her lover, shifting just slightly so that Shepard could remove the dildo and toss it aside. "I love that thing. But it looks ridiculous. And it just gets in the way afterward."
Liara smiled into Shepard's bare chest, pushed herself up slightly on shaky arms to kiss her. "I love you."
Shepard's eyes were visible even in the dark. "I love you too." Her fingers gently caressed the folds of Liara's head and neck, and Liara made a small noise of pleasure. "You're the best thing that has ever happened to me."
Tilting her head into Shepard's touch, Liara felt her smile broaden. "Yes. I probably am." Shepard kissed her again, nipping her lower lip with her teeth, and Liara squeaked. "I can't believe you packed that." She gestured to the dildo lying beside them. "You're insatiable. You could not make four days?"
Resting her head back on the pillow, Shepard closed her eyes. "I packed three. I believe in being prepared. The sensation-transmitting one. Two human models. Different sizes. And colors."
Laying her head back on Shepard's chest, Liara stifled a yawn and tucked her arms around her bondmate. "You're incorrigible."
"No, I'm sleepy." Shepard continued to stroke Liara's crest, her free arm wrapped tightly about Liara's waist, planted a gentle kiss on her forehead. "And besides, you're the one who picked them out, remember? You said we needed options."
Glad y'all are enjoying it, because I sure as hell am. I wrote this installment at a coffee house, sandwiched in between two college kids studying. It made me giggle.
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