Vanessa watched him move to his knees; a hand moved to brush over the ridge of his head, breathing in deep. She could honestly say she had never seen a man in this position before.
She shifted her legs up onto his shoulders, as his movements suggested, still feeling a slight bit nervous at what Javik was about to do. But still, the press of his lips against her stomach made her muscles tighten, the heat pool within her.
"And what if I wish to watch?"
But even as she said that, she moved to lay herself back on the bed, closing her eyes as her back hit the silky sheets.
She could, with hope, look forward to seeing at least Javik in this position more than once.
He gave her another light kiss, under the belly button, trying to ease her nervousness. "You may watch if you wish, but this will be more comfortable," he murmured into her skin, kisses trailing lower. "Perhaps next time."
It was an honest promise, and he knew more than one way to position them to make it comfortable and visible. Right now, though, he concentrated on the simple method as his lips went straight south, tongue darting out to taste her. The hair was - different. Something to get used to, but he didn't let it slow him down, lips following his tongue a moment later to kiss her labia.
"...next time." Vanessa said the words as if she was simply agreeing with him, but it struck a calm within her, as well. That for whatever reason, Javik wished to continue this. That this wasn't a mere dalliance that would be ended when the sun rose. He could be lying, of course, but he was oe of the few people she trusted not to do such a thing to her.
The moment his mouth found purchase, Vanessa let out a breathy sound, fingers moving to tangle into the sheets. It felt odd, in some ways, but amazing, as well. As a child she had seen this act, it was one of the things that had set amunet's hold within her--but the circumstances now were entirely different. There was no sin in this--only pleasure.
There were very few times in his life where he instilled calm, or happiness, in anyone else. It had always been such a fleeting thing, tainted by war, and he'd never pursued it beyond his handful of relationships, such as they were. Feeling it from Vanessa, coupled with her own pleasure, made him want to rethink that aversion.
He kissed her again, and again, each time moving lower, then higher. His tongue was quick when it came out, licking here or probing there, always just shy of too rough or even too close to where he knew he could make her squirm. Eventually, though, after getting used to the taste of her and letting her relax into this, that was his next target.
His tongue swept up, exposing and then flattening against her clit before he pursed his lips around her. His hands tightened on her thighs while his tongue stroked her, watching while waiting for her reaction.
Vanessa's teeth worried at her lip, too used to having to be quiet. But as Javik continued, she became louder, more wanton in her sounds. A hand let go of the sheets to rest on top of Javik's head; not to push him away, but to encourage him. She had no idea that it could feel this good; the wet heat of his mouth, the drag of his tongue, driving her higher.
When his tongue slid across her clit, though, she gasped, head arching off the bed slightly. "Javik--" This certainly was something she wouldn't want to go without, now that she's had it.
Javik suppressed a smile when he heard his name, hands tightening their grip on her slightly. She felt good - both physically and what he could sense from her emotionally - and he didn't let up for a good while.
When he did back off, his pressed his lips to her clit in a mock kiss, before letting his tongue slid down further, tasting her again. Alien physiology or not, she was wet and that was good. More than good, really, that simple fact sending a rush of arousal down to his still hard cock. That was for later, though.
He moved one arm up, keeping her thigh trapped in the crook of his elbow, so his hand was free to travel between her legs. His thumb continued stroking her clit, slowly, while his tongue went back to the rest of her, carefully settling against her entrance.
"I might--ah--mention you are entirely too good at this." With her, at least. It is said in jest, something to break her own tension, trying not to lose herself too quickly. She could easily be pushed off the edge, so new to this as she was. Every stroke, every wet slide of his tongue, pressure of a finger, sends small tremors through her nerves, until everything feels electric. Hips shifting downward, she wordlessly asks for more.
His tongue retreated, eyes looking back up at her when she spoke. "I am out of practice."
Her jest, and his boast, but it didn't matter. The point was to make her feel good, and he could use every ounce of his sensory ability to find just that right place or bit of pressure to make her toes curl. They might as well make this last.
When her hips moved against him, he went back to work. His thumb had never stopped, but now his tongue teased at her a few times, before sliding into her. His tongue was sharp and thin, not quite like a human's, but long - longer than it had any right to be, anyways. He didn't go deep, stroking slowly to gauge her acceptance.
Vanessa let out a low sound in her throat, her breath coming out in harsh pants now. SHe was reactive, fingers gripping into the sheets, twisting and tugging as she tried to gain some purchase. Her heels dug into his back, muscles flexing as she felt him push his tongue into her. "I'll give you practice..." She isn't sure if she is even making sense, now. Vanessa is one who has always attempted to keep her control--for to lose it, especially in this situation, would mean the loss of her very self.
But the safety she feels in this, the pleasure, strikes her at her core.
She is closer, closer than she wants to be--but she feels she could let herself go, and trust Javik to take the control and guide her through it.
Without being able to give her scattered thought a verbal reply, he simply hummed in response, lips pressed against hers as his tongue sank in. Her heels didn't bother him in the least, digging into chitin rather than flesh. He kept a steady pace, constantly rolling her clit under his thumb, and held her at that peak for as long as it felt right to both of them.
When she was ready, when everything about her body told him she was ready, he pulled back his tongue far enough to be able to curl it just so inside of her. His thumb pressed down on her clit, aiming to tip her over the edge without ever letting go of her.
It is the curl of his tongue that finally does it. Letting out a sharp cry, Vanessa feels herself let go, the tightness curled within her finally exploding as she saw stars. She could feel her muscles spasm, a reaction to the ecstasy she felt.
Her breath caught in her throat, heart pounding as she started to come down, her limbs trembling from the exertion. "God..."
He held her in that position as he felt the orgasm build and release, waiting until it started to subside before removing his hand and his tongue. One last kiss was placed on her lips, one last pass of the tongue, before he lifted his head to look at her.
Really, he looked rather pleased with himself. "Your deity has nothing to do with this."
Vanessa can't help but let out a breathless laugh as she looked down at Javik, a hand brushing along his head with some tenderness. "No, I suppose he does not. That was all you. As I am sure you are well aware." She looks well sated and amused.
He tipped his chin up to kiss her hand, and then pushed himself to his feet. Leaning over her, Javik looped one arm under her breasts, pulling her up further onto the bed and then laying down at her side.
"So long as there is no confusion on the matter," he said, easily pushing his face against her neck and shoulder. Apparently a little oral pleasure loosened him up more than alcohol.
"No, there isn't." Vanessa smiles softly, turning her body so that she can curl around him, a hand moving to brush along his back, dipping into the more sensitive areas. Her body still tingling, and well sated, she still felt a bit astonished over her contentment. That nothing had gone wrong; that she had been allowed this happiness, and it might still continue.
Javik hummed into her neck, pressing a few kisses into her skin. He lay still against her, equally content even with his erection still rock hard. That didn't seem to concern him, at least, simply glad to have their arms around one another. This night hadn't quite gone the way he'd thought, and for once, that was a good thing.
Vanessa doesn't ask about his erection; she has no doubt that he would say something, if she wished for him to do something about it, or if he wished to continue. Until then, this is what she wanted. Like many things tonight, she has never been able to simply enjoy touching someone after sex; to just enjoy the closeness with one another.
Smiling softly at the kisses, she pressed her lips to the top of his head, just above his eyes. "I hope you will stay, tonight."
He stilled against her at those words, stopping, for the first time, to consider the reality of what they were doing. Well, not so much what they were doing, but what they were going to do after this.
It had never really been an option to him. Spending more time with an individual like this was a rare occurrence, and for a moment he didn't know if he admired or resented it.
He decided, rather quickly, to go for the former. "There are places I could be, right now," he said, planting a kiss on her collarbone. "But I prefer here."
"There are places I could be, as well." She smirks, moving to press a hand along the back of his neck, humming slightly. "But I prefer you here, as well. With me." She could always kick him out, or attempt to demand him to stay. But she wants him here, of his own volition.
She never could have expected this, with him. But many things in her life were unexpected. And for once, this was unexpected, but not unwanted.
Javik wasn't an easy one to kick out - he'd endured a spire full of flying furniture to get at her, once. She could throw whatever she wanted at him, but he was staying.
"The world will suffer for our desires." It was a joke, mostly, even if the both of them really did have matters that needed attention. Selfishness like this didn't win wars, but at the moment he didn't care. Rather than talk about it, he tilted his head up to kiss her, one hand moving up her neck.
"I think the world can forgive us this transgression." For they both give so much in service of the cause. Let them have this, now; she doesn't care if the world attempts to damn them. She is too tired of not having something of her own.
She gives into the kiss easily, melting against his lips. She dipped her tongue into his mouth, enjoying the taste of herself upon his lips.
He opened his mouth to meet her tongue, glad for this kind of contact, this simple sort of conversation two people could have with their bodies. His free hand slid down to the small of her back, pushing just enough to press them together. Well, more than they already were. He angled his hips, at least, to prevent his cock from being too much of a nuisance.
Vanessa is well aware of his still hard cock, but doesn't make any move towards it. She knows Javik will most likely mention if he wants more; she doesn't understand his biology, and how it works. So she trusts him enough to tell her. At the hand on her back, she pulls in closer, wrapping one of her legs around his hips, slotting her in as close as she can be. Despite his angles, and her soft curves, they seem to fit together, well, still.
What he wanted, he'd learned in the long run, hardly mattered. Javik would accept what she gave him, but his body had been denied for thousands of years. Still, Amunet lingered in the back of his thoughts, even if she hadn't surfaced yet.
Breaking the kiss, he brought his lips back to her neck, practically squeezing her against him. "Tell me your limit, Vanessa," he said, growling into her throat. "So that I know where to stop."
"I have none." Vanessa knows the statement to be true; for better or worse, she has always struggled to stop herself from what she's wanted. But this time, there is no glimmer of Amunet. This is her, entirely. Nothing from the other side, her other self.
She bared her neck to him, wrapping her leg around him more tightly, pulling him in closer, a physical display of her words.
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She shifted her legs up onto his shoulders, as his movements suggested, still feeling a slight bit nervous at what Javik was about to do. But still, the press of his lips against her stomach made her muscles tighten, the heat pool within her.
"And what if I wish to watch?"
But even as she said that, she moved to lay herself back on the bed, closing her eyes as her back hit the silky sheets.
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He gave her another light kiss, under the belly button, trying to ease her nervousness. "You may watch if you wish, but this will be more comfortable," he murmured into her skin, kisses trailing lower. "Perhaps next time."
It was an honest promise, and he knew more than one way to position them to make it comfortable and visible. Right now, though, he concentrated on the simple method as his lips went straight south, tongue darting out to taste her. The hair was - different. Something to get used to, but he didn't let it slow him down, lips following his tongue a moment later to kiss her labia.
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The moment his mouth found purchase, Vanessa let out a breathy sound, fingers moving to tangle into the sheets. It felt odd, in some ways, but amazing, as well. As a child she had seen this act, it was one of the things that had set amunet's hold within her--but the circumstances now were entirely different. There was no sin in this--only pleasure.
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He kissed her again, and again, each time moving lower, then higher. His tongue was quick when it came out, licking here or probing there, always just shy of too rough or even too close to where he knew he could make her squirm. Eventually, though, after getting used to the taste of her and letting her relax into this, that was his next target.
His tongue swept up, exposing and then flattening against her clit before he pursed his lips around her. His hands tightened on her thighs while his tongue stroked her, watching while waiting for her reaction.
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When his tongue slid across her clit, though, she gasped, head arching off the bed slightly. "Javik--" This certainly was something she wouldn't want to go without, now that she's had it.
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When he did back off, his pressed his lips to her clit in a mock kiss, before letting his tongue slid down further, tasting her again. Alien physiology or not, she was wet and that was good. More than good, really, that simple fact sending a rush of arousal down to his still hard cock. That was for later, though.
He moved one arm up, keeping her thigh trapped in the crook of his elbow, so his hand was free to travel between her legs. His thumb continued stroking her clit, slowly, while his tongue went back to the rest of her, carefully settling against her entrance.
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Her jest, and his boast, but it didn't matter. The point was to make her feel good, and he could use every ounce of his sensory ability to find just that right place or bit of pressure to make her toes curl. They might as well make this last.
When her hips moved against him, he went back to work. His thumb had never stopped, but now his tongue teased at her a few times, before sliding into her. His tongue was sharp and thin, not quite like a human's, but long - longer than it had any right to be, anyways. He didn't go deep, stroking slowly to gauge her acceptance.
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But the safety she feels in this, the pleasure, strikes her at her core.
She is closer, closer than she wants to be--but she feels she could let herself go, and trust Javik to take the control and guide her through it.
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When she was ready, when everything about her body told him she was ready, he pulled back his tongue far enough to be able to curl it just so inside of her. His thumb pressed down on her clit, aiming to tip her over the edge without ever letting go of her.
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Her breath caught in her throat, heart pounding as she started to come down, her limbs trembling from the exertion. "God..."
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Really, he looked rather pleased with himself. "Your deity has nothing to do with this."
Credit where credit was due, Vanessa.
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"So long as there is no confusion on the matter," he said, easily pushing his face against her neck and shoulder. Apparently a little oral pleasure loosened him up more than alcohol.
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Smiling softly at the kisses, she pressed her lips to the top of his head, just above his eyes. "I hope you will stay, tonight."
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It had never really been an option to him. Spending more time with an individual like this was a rare occurrence, and for a moment he didn't know if he admired or resented it.
He decided, rather quickly, to go for the former. "There are places I could be, right now," he said, planting a kiss on her collarbone. "But I prefer here."
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She never could have expected this, with him. But many things in her life were unexpected. And for once, this was unexpected, but not unwanted.
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"The world will suffer for our desires." It was a joke, mostly, even if the both of them really did have matters that needed attention. Selfishness like this didn't win wars, but at the moment he didn't care. Rather than talk about it, he tilted his head up to kiss her, one hand moving up her neck.
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She gives into the kiss easily, melting against his lips. She dipped her tongue into his mouth, enjoying the taste of herself upon his lips.
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Breaking the kiss, he brought his lips back to her neck, practically squeezing her against him. "Tell me your limit, Vanessa," he said, growling into her throat. "So that I know where to stop."
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She bared her neck to him, wrapping her leg around him more tightly, pulling him in closer, a physical display of her words.
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