Chapter 10

Garrus
September 3rd, 2190

"Oh my God!" Amelia loudly proclaimed, flopping down facefirst onto the bed, "I don't think I'm ever eating again!" Her voice was muffled, but it got the point across.

I laughed as I took off the jacket of my suit and hung it in the closet, "It was worth it, though."

"Mhm…" The sound, still muffled, came in reply.

"Come on, Ame," I prodded, using the tips of my talons to brush lightly down her sides, "Are you gonna sleep like that?"

"Mhm…"

"Is that all you can say?"

"... Mhm…" She replied, barely containing a laugh.

Formulating an idea, I took a knee behind my mate and pulled her shoes off, one at a time. Taking one foot in my hand, I pressed a thumb into its bridge and massaged it. She sighed contentedly, turning her head to the side to speak clearly, "You should quit being the Primarch and become a full-time masseur. You'd make a killing on Earth with those hands… and that voice…."

I chuckled, moving to the other foot, extracting another sigh as she relaxed under my touch. After finishing the massage, I began giving her light nips through her pantyhose, starting at the base of her ankle and moving up her leg very slowly. As I approached the back of her knee, her soft sighs turned to whimpers, getting louder and more urgent as I worked my way up her thigh, pausing once I reached the hem of her dress. "Hmm…, I need you to take this off unless you want me to rip it off."

"No, no, no… I got it," She sat up quickly, slipping the straps off her shoulder, pulling the mass of fabric off, and tossing it away. She sat back on the bed, biting her lip, watching as I looked upon her near-nude glory.

"Now, the rest of it, no reason to pause again in a minute," I ordered. She complied, immediately slipping out of her lacey black panties, followed closely by the matching bra. She flipped back over to her stomach and waited.

I resumed where I left off, advancing up her leg at a snail's pace. Making it to her ass, I bit a little harder, just enough to draw a pinprick of blood and leave a mark. She moaned at the sudden sensation.

Finally reaching my end goal, I hovered above her pussy for a moment, letting my mandibles tease the insides of her legs. She smelled incredible, and she was soaking wet in anticipation. "Garrus, please…," She begged, contracting her body to push her ass closer to my face. I made one slow pass over her with my tongue, making her whimper, "Oh God, please…."

I watched as her opening clenched and unclenched in anticipation of pleasure that never came. "Spirits, you're so ready for me." I dipped again, running my rough tongue over her, and as I tried to move back, her hand grabbed my fringe, trying to push me back down. I dodged her grasp and pulled away to a melody of whimpers and whines. "You're squirming far too much. Stay there. I'll be right back."