a/n – This is it! I hope you're ready for Dyn and Ter'a to make some sweet lemonade!
This took some time to write because I really wanted to get it right and not to sound too cheesy or too trashy. I hope it's not too much lol. If you like it, please review!
Chapter 13 – First Encounters of a Whole Different Kind
Dyn climbed out of the shower and felt clean and relaxed. He dressed in a clean tunic and trousers and began to put on his chest plate and the rest of his armor. As he was strapping on the last piece, he thought about Ter'a and whether or not he might need to get it all off again in a hurry. Shrugging, he figured that together, should things take that direction, they'd be able to get it all off quickly enough.
He climbed the ladder again and found Ter'a dozing at the console with the kid in his container. She wasn't asleep all the way, but she was in and out. He could remember countless times sitting in the same chair and dozing in the same way. He smiled.
He came up behind her and put his hand on her back. She was leaning over the console with her head in her palm. When he touched her, she jerked awake and sat up to look over at him. "I'm sorry," she said standing up. "I was dozing off." She glanced at the kid and back at him. He reached up and brushed his thumb across her chin before he grasped her left arm and pulled her against him. She wrapped her arms around him readily and they gave each other a gentle squeeze. When he released her, she went down the ladder without a word, but she gave him a coy look.
For a moment, he stood frozen on the spot trying to decide if the look meant what he thought it might have meant. Throwing caution to the winds, he closed the kid's sleeping pod so that in the off chance that she had meant what he thought, they wouldn't be interrupted. With a determined calm, he proceeded down the ladder.
When he stepped off the ladder and turned around, she was had just stood up from fishing around in her pack and had something small, black, and familiar in her hands. Only this time, she looked a little more confident and a lot more excited. His body responded to her excitement with its own and he pulled his gloves back off and dropped them on the floor as he closed the gap between them.
He threaded his fingers gently into her hair and pulled her head back gently, exposing her neck. Then he stood close to her and drew himself up to his full height so that he towered over her and ran his fingers across her neck and down her throat. He felt her shiver in his hands as her eyes fluttered shut, her lips parted, and a soft sigh escaped them. As he looked down at her, he thought that he'd never seen anyone so amazing. He released her and took the mask from her hand, which was hanging limp at her side. He slipped the mask up over her forehead and down over her eyes. She stood there, blind, waiting to see what he would do next since she couldn't see. He sensed that she wanted him to take the lead anyway, and he was more than willing to oblige.
He took his helmet off and walked to the mess table and set it down. When he turned to walk back to her, she was standing where he left her, in the middle of the room, but now she looked different. Smaller somehow, and more nervous. He assumed it was because she couldn't see what was going on. He came back to her, assumed their original stance with his hand in her hair and his fingers on her neck. Once again, she shivered at the contact. But this time, his helmet was off, and he decided he was going to kiss her all over.
He smiled in a satisfied way that he was now unencumbered and could do so much more without his helmet. He thought about where he should start. He didn't want to go quickly at all. In fact, he wanted to take as much time as possible…to tease her and satisfy her, but all in good time.
Slowly, so she wouldn't detect it, he moved towards her, but he stopped once he was close enough to her that she could feel his breath across her face. She smiled a soft and affectionate smile, and he smiled back. Then, he lowered his lips to hers and kissed her deeply and tenderly. Her hands flew up and grabbed his forearms and she leaned up on her tip toes in order to deepen the kiss.
After a moment he broke the kiss and looked at her again, tilting her chin up to get a good look at her. Her cheeks were gathering a very flattering flush, and her lips were already slightly more pink and swollen. He grazed across her lower lip with his thumb before following it with his tongue and kissing her again. They tasted each other before she captured his lower lip in between both of hers and sucked on it gently. The action set his body alight. He struggled to control himself as he backed her against the wall, gathered her hands above her head in one of his own against the wall and covered her mouth with his.
Her breathing quickened and she let out a gasp as he reached down and pulled her legs up to wrap around his waist. He smiled and, starting at her shoulders, ghosted his fingertips down her arms painfully slowly before traveling back up her stomach, over her breasts, and up to her neck all while he ghosted his lips across hers, teasing her. As his hands traveled over her hips and down her thighs, she let out a series of shaky sighs, which brought smiles to his face and encouraged him to keep going.
He grasped her buttocks firmly and backed away from the wall. She clung tightly to him as he turned around and carried her to his bed. Remembering how she liked it when he tossed her on Torno's couch, he carefully tossed her onto his bed, where she giggled when she bounced slightly making him smile again.
He put his knee up on the bed in between her knees and began to undo his armor. After each piece had dropped to the floor, he leaned down to kiss some part of her. Each time was a little different and she was loving it. After his chest plate, he gave her a peck on her knee, after his first shoulder piece, he pressed hard against her lips and their tongues danced for a moment. After the other shoulder, he held her face while he suckled sweetly on her neck. This time was great because he found the place on her neck that when touched made her body break out in goosebumps. And so it went, that after each piece fell, he found a progressively more passionate way to kiss her body. Too soon though, he was out of armor and stood before her in just his tunic, trousers, and boots.
He kneeled fully on the bed and leaned over her, grasping the hem of her tunic and pushing it up her body and yanking it over her head, exposing her firm stomach and her medium-sized breasts which hid like gifts to be unwrapped in a small black bra. Leaning back to toss her shirt aside he looked at her body as she lay there. There were so many places to kiss and not enough time in which to do it all.
He put his hands around the bare skin of her waist and she sucked in a sharp breath. Her skin felt wonderfully soft beneath his hands. He saw that she was struggling with both the urge to touch him and the urge not to. She seemed to be enjoying his teasing ministrations and her hands kept balling into fists and relaxing and she had to consciously keep herself from putting her hands all over him. His slow caresses were beginning to push her to the limits of her self-control, and he smiled at the thought that he was driving her so wild.
He released her, sat back on his knees and pulled off his own tunic and tossed it to the floor, revealing his strong arms and chiseled body. He leaned back over her with his hands on either side of her head and nuzzled his face in her neck and sucked and nipped at the sensitive flesh. In her arousal, she could no longer keep her hands off him and they tangled in his curly hair. Against his lips he could feel the purring vibrations in her throat as she moaned and sighed at his actions. She spread her legs to give him more room to settle on top of her and drug her nails down his back and he felt the walls of his own self-control develop major cracks, and below his belt, he felt a growing discomfort as his erection strained against his trousers. He could feel that he was rock hard and knew that soon it couldn't be ignored.
Gathering both her hands in one of his, he reached down between them with his free hand and undid her belt and unzipped her pants. Pushing back suddenly onto his knees, he felt himself beginning to shake slightly as his own arousal went unaddressed, and he was breathing heavily. He knew that he had a flush to his face to match hers.
He gripped the waistband of her trousers and began tugging them down her hips and she raised up to help him. He realized that in his gathering haste, he was trying to tug her pants off over her boots, so he had to stop and pull off her boots and socks before pulling her trousers off the rest of the way.
Looking up her body to her face, he realized that it had been far too long since he felt her lips on his, and he fell over her and they kissed for a moment with a gathering need and ferocity before he pushed himself back up on his knees and began to undo his own belt, button, and zipper. As he worked, he stared down at her. She was so beautiful. She had long and slender, but strong legs and a pair of simple black underwear that matched her bra. Her hips tapered to a strong, muscled core and her perfect breasts rose and fell rapidly with her breathing, and her face had a beautiful flush. If he could see her eyes, he knew that they would be dilated and glazed over with passion and affection just like his.
Reaching back, he removed his boots and socks and stood just long enough to yank his pants off, so that like her, his was left with nothing but his underwear.
Wasting no time, he returned to his place between her legs, and hovered over her. He placed both hands on either side of her head and kissed her. He decided that he loved to kiss her. His tongue grazed her top lip and she whimpered as her body arched up against his involuntarily. Her hands grasped at his biceps as he lowered his head to plant kisses to the valley of her breasts.
He thought briefly about saying something to her, but he felt that, at the moment, his actions would speak louder than his words.
He snaked his arm underneath her and undid her bra, and then slid the straps down her arms and pulled the garmet free of her body and threw it aside. He dove down immediately to capture one of her firm nipples in his mouth while a free hand massaged the other breast and teased her other nipple, switching back as forth so as to not neglect either one. Her perfect nipples were already hard, but he nipped at them and teased them with his tongue anyway. As he played, her head lolled, her eyelids fluttered, and her sighs grew more breathless.
She moaned and pulled at his hair as he continued to tease her body. She began to grind against him, and he knew she could feel his erection at her inner thigh. It seemed to egg her on.
Unable to ignore his own growing needs for much longer he turned them in the bed so that her head was on the pillow and he scooted back and began to pull her underwear off. He saw immediately that she was wet and dripping and he was ready to taste her, but instead, as he threw her last piece of clothing away, he ghosted tickles and kisses slowly up her legs starting at her ankles and then teasingly across her thigh from the outside to the inside. At last, he reached her sex and ran his tongue up the outside so lightly he barely felt her, but she made another squeaking gasp and twisted her hands in the bed sheet.
He began to play with her entrance with his tongue, using slowly increasing pressure until he invaded her with it. Reaching up, he slid his middle finger just barely inside her and began to pump it in and out while he suckled on her clitoris, licked at her moist lips, and teased her nipples with his free hand. She tasted sweet and earthy and he couldn't get enough of her and soon his own breathing became ragged. However, after all of his teasing of her body it took only a few moments before her back arched again, and she cried out.
Giving her a moment to catch her breath, he kissed her stomach and leaned back to pull off his boxers and finally allowing his cock to swing freely.
Leaning forward again to carefully place kisses up her body all the way to her lips, he smiled against her mouth as she breathlessly said, "Lay on your back."
He raised up to switch positions with her and he saw that her face was very flushed now, but delightfully so. As they switched places, they locked lips for a moment and then she pushed him down on the bed where she had just been. He bounced slightly, like she had done, and he let out a breath of laughter. She began to tease his body the way he'd done to her. His whole body was feeling painfully sensitive and aroused and each of her touches prickled and tingled and he enjoyed every second of it. He couldn't wait for the relief of an orgasm, but he also wanted to let her touch and kiss him forever while the tension built.
He was so hard, and she had been so arousing to watch and touch that his cock almost felt painful, but he was excited to see how she was going to do with him what he'd done with her. He wanted to come, but he also wanted to go slowly.
"You were so painfully slow…" she smiled, "I'm going to return the favor…"
He laughed affectionately at her words and said, "I hope so… I'm ready to beg for relief."
Smiling, she scooted down the bed to where his feet were and began, slowly and blindly, to drag her nails up his legs causing him to close his eyes and feel the shivers travel up his body. He knew that she was going to make him beg for it in the end, and it turned him on even more.
When she got to his upper thighs, she straddled him and did the same thing to his shoulders, leaning down and kissing his chest, neck, face, and everywhere else she could reach. She tangled her fingers in his hair, drug her nails down his chest and arms, and teased the area around his cock without touching it, makng his hips rise-up from the matress. She wouldn't touch him though. At one point, she ground her wet pussy against his erection, and he reached up and gripped her waist. But she just giggled and forced his hands back down to his sides. She continued for several minutes to kiss, touch, lick, and nip at every part of his body except where he was desperately needing it and he began to let out whines and whimpers like she had, begging for relief.
After several minutes of her tender touches, caresses, and grinding, she dismounted him and slid back on her knees and placed her hand on the front side of his hip just to the right of his erection. He looked painfully at her, begging her to touch him, finally. She slid her hand slowly toward his cock before she kissed the very tip of it and caused his mouth to fall open and release a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding. Then she ran her fingers up it to the tip and back down the other side and his eyes rolled back in his head.
Finally, after what seemed like hours her small hand closed around the base of his cock and she began to stroke it.
A feral grunt and a low moan escaped his lips as she sucked on his tip and he felt her tongue sliding over and around it. He watched her, breathing hard and feeling passion rolling off both of them in waves so that it seemed to pool on the mattress around them.
After only about thirty second of watching her, he found he could no longer take it.
He sat up abruptly, grabbed her firmly by the waist, their lips crashing together in a painfully needy kiss, and pulled her bodily on top of him. He wanted… no, he needed… to be inside her. He wanted to fill her and see and have her show him how he made her feel.
She straddled him smiling and as he began to position himself, he changed his mind, and with a vice-like grip on her waist, flipped them both over so that he was on top again.
Her breaths were coming out in short bursts and she prepared herself before she said, "Wait,"
He looked up at her, feeling wild.
She turned her head away, even though her eyes were covered and said, "I've never done this before…"
He cocked his head. Did she still want this?
"I do," She responded apparently reading his thoughts, "But I'm scared."
He lowered his head close to her face and said in a low, but tender voice that cracked slightly from his arousal, "Are you sure?" Suddenly, he wasn't so sure, but she nodded vigorously looking back in the direction of his eyes.
"I do…so much. But, please be gentle…"
Furrowing his brow, he cupped her face and said, "We'll go as slow and gentle as you want. Just tell me what to do."
In response, she brought her legs up higher to give him more room, and pulled his face down to hers in a warm, tender kiss.
He felt reassured. And the tender moment had eased his painful feelings of urgency and the fog of passion in his mind so that he could do things at her speed more easily now. He felt in control of the moment again.
Reaching down between them, he took himself in hand and positioned himself at her entrance. Looking down, he slid the tip of his erection over her sex, moistening it with her arousal. Slowly, he pushed the tip in, and he let go and refocused his attention on her face.
Her mouth was open slightly and she appeared to be holding her breath as he continued to push slowly into her.
His eyes rolled and he closed them. She was so tight and wet and warm that he could get lost, but he knew he had to wait for her to catch up.
At last, he broke through her maidenhead and she gave a strangled cry. He stilled and rubbed his thumb over her lip before kissing her very tenderly. "It's okay," he said as he pulled back slowly. For the next few thrusts, he moved very slowly, kissing her gently and uttering words of affection and encouragement into her ear, helping her through the pain. After the fourth pump, he felt her body relax. After the fifth, she let out a soft moan. After the sixth, she began to pant amorously. After that, he began to speed up and push deeper inside her. He buried his head in the crook of her neck and hissed ferally as he hit her back wall deep inside her and she cried out in pleasure. She drug her nails purposefully up his back leaving behind pink lines, and moaned and panted and purred with pleasure and he pumped in and out of her and released his own series of low, feral growls and moans.
They had begun to sweat and he captured her lips and they kissed as he stroked inside of her. He bit her lip and pulled and she arched her back and scraped her tongue across his.
He stopped briefly without withdrawing himself and flipped them again so that she was on top. Grabbing her hips, he guided her until she got the hang of it. She rode him magnificently as he massaged her breasts and teased her nipples while they fucked.
After a moment, he sat up and took a steel hold on either side of her waist and hauled her light body up higher on his cock. She draped her arms over his shoulders, and he moved her manually up and down on his cock and soon he felt it begin to swell and engorge as his climax began to approach. But he wouldn't come until she did, so he laid her down on her back and threw her leg up on his shoulder so that he could get deeper inside her and rubbed her clitoris with his thumb while he kissed her, and they licked and nipped at each other's lips. As sweat dripped from his forehead and their slick bodies continued to hump, Ter'a continued to pant and moan through the kisses, and soon he felt her walls clam down on his cock, her back arched up against his chest, and her body went rigid, as she let out a series of moaning cries. Two seconds later his cock began to throb inside her as he spilled himself deep inside her. He cried out and his eyes rolled back in his head as he continued to thrust into her, hard, until he felt like his was seeing stars and he couldn't tell which way was up or down.
Unable to hold himself up on his weak and shaking arms any longer, he collapsed on top of her with his head in her neck.
For several minutes, they laid there unmoving, save for their heaving breaths and shaking, sweaty bodies. Dyn had never in his life felt so depleted of energy before. He couldn't move. He was shaking from exertion and both he and Ter'a were slick with sweat. He could hear the frantic rhythm of her heart and feel the gasping pants of her breath.
After a while, he managed to roll sideways off her and she scooted into his sweaty arms. They were both absolutely exhausted and as they fell asleep almost immediately, Dyn's last vague thought was that he couldn't wait to get this tired with her again.