They moved so that Shepard was sitting in front of him, between his legs. Spirits, her skin was phenomenal to feel, uninterrupted smoothness under his hands. She sighed as he petted her, giving him enough time to exhale and rally his mind.

First, he silently gave thanks to the undoubtedly generous stranger earlier on her visit here who was obviously inspired by the spirits of teamwork and hospitality, because what she was doing to him was driving him out of his mind and she had to have gotten lessons from somebody.

Second, he didn't know precisely how he was going to go about making her feel as needy as he was feeling now, but hey, hands on experimentation and learning by doing? He was totally okay with that. Time to see of Shepard was too.

He leaned forward, nuzzling the back of her neck for a moment, inhaling her personal scent, so much richer coming from her hair, before licking at the back of her neck. She liked that, judging from the soft sound she made, so he continued.

He paused before making a soft pass on the shell of her ear with the tip of his tongue, testing.

"Do that some more," she whispered, still all command and he purred, glad to obey.

He got more oil on his hands before putting them on her again, massaging her on her waist and navel, not hearing any more encouragement, and then finally moving on to the other unoiled parts of her. She made a rolling undulation when he cupped her breasts, which brought her buttocks up and against his groin plates.

Her nipples, with their contrasting color of skin, where logical targets and he set about touching them, light passes with his palms before catching hold with his thumbs and forefingers in a light rolling motion. Shepard made another series of delicious breathy sounds, wriggling against him some more. Garrus angled his hips, not urging her on or stopping her either and another press of her ass on him was enough, he was out and first feel of it, of his cock brushing against her skin had him thrumming again.

Shepard turned in his arms then, surging forward and she went for his neck, licking and sucking- Oh, that- that feels-

She gradually gets to the prongs of one mandible, sliding her lips over them, and he can't see, his eyes have shut again.

She lets go, he can feel her hands framing his face and he hazards opening his eyes, questioning. She's looking at him, which makes him blink.

It's immediately striking how alien she is; her eyebrows, the fine hairs that are her eyelashes, the whites of her eyes. Those sinful lips.

Her tongue makes a brief appearance, a quick slide between her lips and she's leaning forward, pressing them to his mouth plates.

Um.

He opens his mouth to ask the necessary question as to what she's even doing, and she sticks her tongue. In his mouth.

It takes everything for him to merely tighten his grip on her arms and not flinch away.

And then, when he copies that press and slide against her tongue with his own, she's got him. She's caught him up in the world of her lips and tongue and he can do nothing but stay, deliriously trapped.

He'd stay, except that he could feel her rubbing on him and the beginnings of that hot clutch as she's pressing his tip into her and he jerks back.

Her eyes go wide.

"Garrus?"

Garrus inhales.

"My legs. Have to finish up-"

Garrus is going to save up the image of Shepard wild eyed with arousal because of him and pouting from denial to savor forEVER and ever. VICTORY.

tbc