"Think of it as a second part to your present. That necklace is staying on until I've made you come so many times you can't think straight." Those words, and the smoldering look in her wife's pale green eyes when she says them send a shudder of anticipation through Liara. The commander has a powerful intensity when she sets her mind to something, and the knowledge that Liara's pleasure is her focus right now makes the asari's body hum with anticipation.
"In the interest of fairness," Liara smiles, "I should inform you that I did not get you an additional present."
Ashara looks over her naked body, licking her lips. "That's okay. You've indulged me on the oddities of this holiday. Now, let me indulge you." She pulls Liara in for a long, lingering kiss, her finger tracing slowly along the tops of Liara's breasts where the skin meets the metal of the necklace, the touch causing Liara's body to shiver with wanting.
Tangling her hand in Shepard's dirty blonde hair, Liara signals her approval by guiding her wife's head lower. Ashara's breath is warm on the skin of the asari's breasts, and she closes her mouth over the small blue nub of Liara's nipple. It's already erect with excitement, and when a wet tongue flicks over it, Liara let out a small moan. She arches her back into the contact and when Shepard pulls lightly on the nipple with her teeth, the pressure causes an ache to begin to stir between Liara's legs. Before she was with Shepard, she'd never gotten much pleasure from her breasts, paying little attention to them when she touched herself, but that had been her mistake. Ashara can drive her crazy just by pleasuring them.
Shepard switches her mouth to the other nipple while her agile fingers pick up where it left off, rolling the slick tip between her thumb and forefinger. Liara's grip on her wife's head tightens and she moans, louder than before. Shepard lets out a satisfied purr around her breast, clearly enjoying the sounds she's coaxing from Liara.
Her kisses trail gradually down the smooth skin of Liara's torso, and as they approach her sex, the asari's knees start to buckle beneath her. She can almost feel what's coming next and when Shepard drops to her knees, her hot breath on Liara's clit, the anticipation almost makes her collapse.
Shepard looks up at her, the light of the tree reflecting in her green eyes, her smile all playful affection. "Don't worry, Liara." She places a wet kiss on the head of the asari's prominent clitoris, causing her hips to buck against her bondmate's mouth. "I'm getting there."
Ashara's strong hands grip the soft blue swell of Liara's ass and she runs her tongue over her entrance. The first time she did this, she'd been surprised. Compared to a human woman, Liara is sweeter and less musky, but there's no taste in the galaxy that she prefers. She dips inside, getting more of the delicious flavor, and there's plenty for her to enjoy. Her wife is delightfully wet, and it's starting to affect her too. She can feel her own clit start throbbing against her pajamas, but she pushes aside the desire for now.
She switches her mouth to her bondmate's clit, and when her tongue covers the hard point, it's all she can do to keep Liara from falling on top of her. "Let me give you a hand with that," she offers. Blue light flares and a biotic field wraps around Liara, supporting the asari's trembling body.
With a thought, she moves the field over her wife's skin, curling it around her breasts and along the folds of her crest, massaging her with tingling energy. Liara writhes with delight, and Shepard takes her clit back into her mouth, running her tongue up and down the length of the shaft. She keeps the rhythm slow and steady, freeing her to play with her biotics. Her fields caress the length of Liara's arms, teasing her bare skin, affectionately brushing her cheek.
"Goddess, Ashara," her wife pants, her need evident. "I, I…"
She can't seem to find the words and Shepard teases her a little. "Did you want something?"
"Faster," she chokes out. "So close."
"I can tell," Shepard grins. She shifts her attention away from her biotics, letting them focus on holding Liara up while she takes the asari's clit into her mouth, speeding up her strokes. Liara's hips press against her, her craving pushed almost past the point of no return. Ashara runs her tongue more firmly over the bud, and when she does, Liara comes for her, wetness covering the human's lips. She licks it away enthusiastically but then she resumes what she was doing, keeping up a steady pattern of strokes and when she hears a throaty moan escape Liara's lips, she manifests the tiniest flicker of biotic energy on her tongue. The asari screams her name, coming a second time, her thighs clenching around Ashara's head.
Shepard stands up, cleaning her lips with her tongue and lets her biotics dissipate, her wife collapsing into her waiting arms. There are no words that can fully describe how good Liara feels like this, her flushed skin hot under her hands, the inside of her thighs sticky against her pajamas, and Ashara drinks it in. There's nothing she enjoys more than making love joined with Liara, their passion shared in their thoughts, their bliss peaking together, but this has it's own delights. Keeping her desire under control lets her savor all of the little details of Liara's pleasure and she has no doubt that sooner or later, her wife will find a way to repay her.
Ashara leads her wife over to the couch, lying down there before gently pulling Lira on top of her so that her back is pressed again the human's chest. Shepard's arms wrap around her lover, one hand sliding beneath the necklace, stroking the soft swells of Liara's breasts.
"Mm, that was a great deal of fun," the asari purrs, pressing her head against Shepard's shoulder.
"I'm happy to hear it." She trails her other hand down, stroking her wife's inner thigh. "Of course, you sound like you're still coherent."
"I do, don't I?", Liara teases, turning her head and kissing the base of Ashara's throat. "I recall you promised to change that."
"Absolutely." She presses a firm kiss on the back of Liara's crest. "And I'm definitely a woman of my word."
"Indeed, you are…" Liara's voice trails off as Ashara begins running her tongue along the tips of the crest, sucking gently on one of them. Her wife leans back against her firm breasts and Shepard traces her hand along the inner scales between her thighs. They're still damp with her arousal and sensitive from her climax and Liara lets out a series of small whimpers, trying to maneuver Ashara's fingers onto her clit. She obliges her, but only lets them rest there while she reaches down with her free hand, yanking off her pajama bottoms, wanting to feel her wife against her bare skin.
She pushes a thigh up between Liara's legs, letting the asari grind against her. She does so eagerly, and as Liara presses her slick entrance against her, Shepard adds her hand to the equation, slowly stroking the shaft of her clit. "Jesus," she purrs huskily, her other hand cupping her wife's arching breast. "Do you know just how sexy you look like this? How incredible you feel against me?"
Liara's fingers clutch at her leg. "Do you want to show me?"
Ashara sees her wife's beautiful blue eyes start to swirl with blackness and feels the asari's mind press against hers. Her own desire is rising, the sensation of Liara's ass rubbing against her body and her wetness against her leg threatening to unravel her self-control, but she manages to say, "Not yet. I have a…" She takes a breath, letting her libido settle down, "A little more work to do here."
Liara reluctantly pulls back her thoughts, relaxing into Shepard's embrace and letting her wife resume her endeavors. She definitely wants to join before they're finished, but if Shepard plans to take her time getting there, she can hardly claim she isn't enjoying the journey.
Shepard's thigh pulls back and her strong fingers replace it, running over her entrance. The tips dip ever so slightly into her wetness and she groans, wanting them buried fully inside her. Slowly, Shepard spreads her open, two of her digits sliding in, and the pleasure causes Liara's hand to grip tightly the hard muscles of Ashara's thigh. She loves feeling Shepard inside her, the visceral sense of connection second only to the meld and as her wife probes, she lavishes kisses on the other hand draped across her breasts.
Her bondmate's fingers move deeper before withdrawing, dragging along her pulsing inner walls as they do, seeking out every place she loves to be touched. When Shepard is almost all of the way out, Liara groans, but then her wife pushes back in, repeating the pattern over and over until the asari finds herself teetering along the edge again, needing just a little stimulation on her clit to go over.
"Oh, Liara," Shepard whispers, able to read her wife's needful state like an open book, "I love when you feel like this. So hot. For me." Liara moans as Ashara thrusts, her ass grinding against her, and the human angles her fingers, letting the tips rub inside of the asari while their length presses against her clit. Liara whimpers, and Ashara runs her tongue over her neck. "Go ahead, my beloved. I want to feel it. Please." With the last word, she presses against a particularly sensitive spot inside Liara and she feels her come again, her inner walls pulsing delightfully around her. Fingers dig into her thigh hard enough to leave a mark and Shepard feels a surge of wetness between her own legs at the cries she's hearing.
When the shudders of pleasure subside, Liara flips over, panting gently in her arms. Shepard strokes the scaled textures along her back, but her wife isn't done yet. She presses her core down against Ashara's thigh, and the lustful look on her face, the need for a little bit more undoes the remnants of Shepard's patience. She kisses Liara hard, practically ripping off her own top and her wife's warm hands cover her breasts, palms rubbing against her aching nipples. The asari's eyes are turning black again, and this time Ashara has no interest in stopping her.
Desire fills Shepard's mind, her wife's love and lust merging with her own. Liara's thoughts are ragged and needful, her previous orgasms having made her even hotter. The asari reaches down, her fingers gliding across Ashara's folds while her mouth lavishes kisses on her breasts. She's so wet, wanting her wife so much, and Liara can feel it. Her digits go rapidly to Shepard's clit, and when she finds it, the shared jolt that runs through the former Spectre's entire body makes Liara's back arch, her lover riding her leg frantically. Shepard brings her own thumb up to stroke Liara, but the asari's trembling clit is so sensitive by now, even the echo of the touch so powerful, that she just rests it there, letting pressure and the bond do their work.
Ashara's so turned on that even though Liara's barely touched her, she's already close. The asari's fingers slide easily into her ready sex, her thumb tracing little circles around her clit and when she thrusts deep inside, Shepard comes hard. Her thighs close around her wife's hand, and Liara jerks above her, following her into another climax. Ashara's whole world fills with light, reduced to nothing but the gorgeous asari above her and the pleasure they're sharing.
Wisps of biotic energy play along Liara's body and she directs one of them through her finger, another pulse of pleasure coursing through Ashara's clit and a second climax crashes on top of the first one. Liara's mind and body respond blissfully, and their orgasms start to merge, one into the other, a tangle of motion and joy and light, a seemingly timeless wave of shared ecstasy.
No orgasm really lasts forever though, and as the pleasure recedes, Liara collapses on top of her, a look of utter contentment on her lovely face. Shepard plants a tender kiss on her forehead, and whispers, "Promise kept?" Liara can only nod weakly against her chest, placing a soft kiss on her breastbone before burying her face in her chest. Satisfied, Shepard musters up the coordination to unfasten the necklace and place it on the coffee table before sinking back down into the couch and the comfort of Liara's body.
The pleasant smell of warm spring air drifts in from an open window, and lying together, feeling the rise and fall of her wife's soft breasts on her chest, her blue skin lit by the glow of the tree lights, Shepard decides that they may have just found their first new Christmas tradition.
Merry Christmas or other seasonal holiday. Hope you enjoyed this little diversion.