"Show me," Myrtus crooned into her ear. "Show me."
Veronica sighed, kissing at his neck before unzipping and getting out of her dress, while he took his gloves off. She turned, letting him figure out her bra and he got it undone. He stepped close behind her, looking over her shoulder, tentatively smoothing his palms over her bare back a few times before sliding them around to cup her breasts. She put her hands over his, giving him a massaging motion to mimic.
She lets go after he learns it, simply holding on to his upper arms, absorbed in the sensations. He drops his hands lower a little, to see what he could of her nipples. They contrasted more than he expected compared to the woman in the vid; brown, like candy, like chocolate. He presses the pads of his fingers lightly on them, tracing out circles and her breath catches. Every single sound she makes from each touch is a good sound and he purrs, nuzzling her neck.
They make their way to his bed and finally he can get a taste of them.
They are sweet and the sweetness comes from that rising color in her cheeks, those little sounds that catch in her throat, the arch of her back. And the wonder of it is there's no impatience on her part as he lingers, taking her in his hands again, taking delight in the sensitivity of her bare skin. The mobile pliancy of her breasts are in of themselves a bit disconcerting, but when the results are as lovely as this, he can't bring himself to care.
"Myrtus," Veronica whispers. "Wait, wait."
She moves to sit up.
"Yes?"
"It's feeling a little rough already," Veronica covers her breasts for a moment with her hands before letting go. "Yeah, it's starting."
Myrtus makes a wordless disappointed sound, starting to move away.
"I don't want to stop. Do you have anything? Anything at all? Moisturizer?" she asks.
Myrtus comes up blank. But he can see already the reddening of her skin, just from his palms. How did they manage in that porn? He then remembers that the woman was unnaturally shiny under the lights. She was all pre-oiled. Oil.
"I. Um. Have oil. For... cooking."
"It's be a mess on the sheets," Veronica's voice was hopeful, however.
"Worth it," Myrtus shrugs.
"Okay," Veronica smiles. "Let's try it."
He hurries back with the bottle. She squirms at the first pour.
"Cold!" she giggles.
"Sorry," he moves quickly to spread it and warm it up.
"Okay, that's good. Nice," Veronica closes her eyes. "Like a massage."
He's poured too much on her from his concern. The oil pools just under her breasts and he spreads it further, finding how soft her belly is, passing his thumb over her navel, running his hands along her waist, kneading there and noting for himself that she's simply not that responsive there at all compared to what he's used to.
She opens her eyes to watch him as she lifts her hips so that he can draw her panties down. His mandibles twitch and she muffles another giggle.
"What's this for?" he reaches out to run his finger over the little bit of hair there.
"Insulation?" Veronica shrugs.
He smears oil over her hips and over her thighs, down to her knees. He explores her lower legs, feeling the absence of spurs, circling the tips of his fingers over the bones of her ankles, liking the contours. Veronica shifts a little as he picks up her feet, examining the minute little nails on each of her toes. She parts her legs a little and he can see her own moisture there, between her legs.
"Turn over," he says quickly, to stall.
He moves up, pouring more oil on her back and she goes limp under his hands as he works there. He makes inevitable way back downwards, his palms full with her buttocks. He presses and squeezes them for a while before separating them, and she arches very prettily up towards him.
With all care he spreads oil on her there, letting the excess drip down her thighs. Just a single finger, with slow circular rubbing on one blushing outer lip and the other, while she spread her legs wider. Her scent is so near, the lush newness of her is such that he simply leans in, extending his tongue to press it fully against her.
"Oh," she breathes.
He feels a little spasm from her on his tongue and it's lovely, so he starts licking, shallow at first, occasionally passing over her clitoris. She's so soft all over that when he closes his eyes he can scarcely tell the rest of her body from her sex from the lack of plating and it's perverse, it's obscene, the sudden idea that all of her was made for pleasure. She's crying out now, and she's even fondling her own breasts as he continues to taste her. She's slick on his tongue and he wants to know more, so he starts pressing forward, while lightly petting her sweet spot with his finger. She shudders and there's another clench on his tongue before she relaxes and he's in.
"That's deep," Veronica gasps. "Oh, your tongue-"
He strokes her inside, his tongue marvelously giving and it makes her curl, makes her shake, and jump. He moves with her, learning how to ply more noise from her, cajoling, relentless, until she comes and he drinks it down.
Veronica lowers herself all the way on his bed and she doesn't move and he can see her smiling, her head turned to the side on the pillow. Myrtus undresses quickly and he moves over her, nuzzling and licking from the small of her back up her spine to her shoulder, dragging his upper lip plates lightly there. He's emerged from his plates and he thrums in his chest at the sensation from simply nestling it between her buttocks, settling some of his weight on her, covering her with his body.
She has to glance to the side to see him and his mandibles are flared a little into a grin. She makes a questioning look.
"I just gave you a blow job," he sounds terribly happy.
"That's not what it's called when you do that to a woman," Veronica giggles.
"Don't care. It's all mouth sex."
"Mouth sex," Veronica giggles again.
"Best massage ever, or best massage ever?" Myrtus licks at the back of her neck.
"Hmm. Best masseur on the Citadel," Veronica sighs. "One problem though."
Myrtus pauses.
"Ah?"
"I seem to have lost my credit chit. Is there any other way at all that I can pay you?"
Myrtus blinks. She blinks back, her smile coy.
"Why, Miss Wei," he leans in close to her ear. "How very careless of you."
Veronica shivers from the feeling that thrum from his chest.
"I know. I'll do anything, won't you consider it?"
"Will you? I don't know... what's worth my while?"
Veronica's eyes have closed and she's biting her bottom lip from that drop in timbre.
"I suppose... I suppose this," he rocks once against her. "will have to do. I suppose I'll just have to take that tasty little hot quim of yours, human. Does that sound fair?"
She makes a wordless sound, spreading her legs as he shifts, reaching down between them and running the pad of his thumb just between her lips there, making easy way for his cock.
"Enunciate, Miss Wei. Does that," he's just at her entrance, not even starting to press. "sound fair?"
"Yes!"
He keeps steady, making it a slow plunge into that holding heat and he feels the hitch of her breath on a mandible as he sinks all the way. He swallows, and reaches for her hands, covering them and she turns her palms up, twining her fingers through his.
"Veronica..."
He's moving then, slow to savor, until the way she's rocking her hips back to match him breaks his will and he's moving free then, pushing that pace and she's with him, urging him on. Just. Like. That. Myrtus closes his eyes and lets himself go.
He moves aside, so as not to stifle her, laying on his side. She turns to face him, smiling before kissing him. It's slow and casual at first, satiated with an edge of sleepiness, with him putting one arm around her, pulling her close, until she puts her hand on his waist and she starts kneading him there with unmistakable intent.
"Come on, Candyman. One more round," Veronica runs her tongue against a mandible.
"Yes, yes..."
She gets that bottle and smears more oil on herself and even on him, from his groin plates to the abdominal plates. He sits up, leaning back on both of his hands while she straddles him, undulating her hips as she sinks down on him. She starts to grind, looking for that friction on her sweet spot missing from the last time and finds it, exulting in it. Myrtus moans, gripping at his sheets, bucking up for her, striving for her.
Veronica flexes her thighs and rides it out, keeping steady with both hands braced on his cowl, gritting her teeth- Yes- More-
"Come on-" Myrtus urges. "So good...!"
So good, so good, all of it, the slick-slide-shock of it-
Myrtus is drunk from it, his mandibles slack, panting, staving off that surge, wanting to see her face-
Veronica arched, a spasm punching through her core, sounding out one last time. Myrtus catches her into his arms, squeezing tight as he falls helplessly after her.
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