She roughly pulled his boots off, then undid his trousers as he lay, excited, breathless, submitting to her will, running his hands slowly, reverently up her sides. But Aeryn was always a better and quicker soldier, as Crais was about to realize.
She pulled away his trousers, then his underwear, paying no attention to anything revealed underneath. He should have known then.
She threw them toward his head, then pulled herself back up on him, he groaned at the sensation, and the anticipation of more. He was truly distracted. She pressed his hands above his head, then taking them on one hand, kissed him roughly, while deftly wrapping his underwear around his arms. He didn't even feel it until she grabbed the fabric between his wrists with her fists, pulling the figure eight tight. She pulled back from the kiss to watch him struggle.
And struggle he did, but with his hands pinned above his head, and a strong woman straddling his hips, he had no hope. She watched him struggle, trying not to smirk, for a few moments before speaking.
"I thought it is what you wanted" She said aggressively.
Again, they stared in a stalemate, him looking angrily up at her, her smirking down at him, knowing that by succumbing to anger, he was already submitting. She rolled her hips and he let out a plaintive little cry.
"Yes! …Yes" He'd thought he had a suitably witty and commanding answer in mind, but when he opened his mouth, he discovered he was wrong.
"Good" she said, short and firm, moving up his body. She sat over his shoulders as she tied a leg of his pants where her fist was holding. He nipped and chewed at the crotch of her leather pants. She tried not to moan and she firmly tied the other leg of his trousers over the side of the bed.