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.
If there had been any hint of a lie, or whisper of Amunet, he would have pushed her away immediately. More than her words, the feeling of her convinced him of that truth, and that was all he needed.
He responded with another growl, which trailed off into a grinding buzz, vibrating from somewhere in his sternum. Against her bare skin, it would likely feel wonderful, but he was moving before it ended. With their legs tangled, he rolled them over easily, propping himself up on his elbows to lift up off of her. He was denser, heavier than a human male, and his carapace would chafe her eventually.
With his legs settled between hers and his cock pressed between them, he didn't go for the obvious route just yet. One hand slid back down to her sex, fingers testing her wetness and sensitivity.
Vanessa allowed herself to be placed on her back, shifting her legs open for him easily. Her fingers moved to brush along the back of his head, sliding to his shoulders. When his fingers pressed against her, he would find her still wet from her own orgasm, and his mouth. She breathed out, arching into his hand, demanding more.
Unsure might not have been the word for it, but certainty was a deciding factor. He'd hurt her if she wanted to be hurt, and his tongue was not his cock, so he pressed a bit further, one finger sliding into her.
She couldn't lie to him, either, if any of this bothered her. You couldn't maintain this much skin contact with a prothan and lie. He inclined his head when her hands moved over him, stroking her and in absolutely no hurry whatsoever.
Vanessa let out a low huff of impatiences when he slid his finger and not his cock into her. She knew he was just trying to do what he thought was best for her, but she wanted this. Still, she slid her hands down to his neck, fingers squeezing gently at his tender flesh there.
He knew she was impatient, with or without her comments or her huffing. He didn't care - with his own kind, there was no doubt. It could be as quick or slow as they wanted, all communicated with a touch, but Vanessa was still too alien.
"Hardly," he growled into her ear. A dark promise, again, of the future. He took his time, but he didn't exactly make her wait, either, pulling his hand back before too long. After that it took him a moment to puzzle out a few anatomical details - namely, her legs didn't bend like a protheans would - and finally settled for pulling her thighs up over the sharp rise of his hips.
Propping himself up on his elbows again, weight between their legs, he twisted his hips and pushed inside of her.
Vanessa shifts so that her hips are closer to his, ankles hooking around one another behind his back. Once he pushes inside of her, she arches into him, fingers falling back to tangle into the sheets. It feels entirely alien and amazing--better than any sex she has had before. But no other sex had been fully chosen by her, without Amunet ghosting at her heels.
He was slow to start, each roll of his hips pushing in a little deeper, acclimating them to one another. Once he was fully seated, Javik stopped, breathing out while he lay his forehead against her shoulder. She felt right, alien but herself, and his own hands fisted in the sheets when he started moving again.
A rhythm was set fairly quickly, and adjusted based on what he felt from her, with his face still buried in the crook of her neck.
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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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He responded with another growl, which trailed off into a grinding buzz, vibrating from somewhere in his sternum. Against her bare skin, it would likely feel wonderful, but he was moving before it ended. With their legs tangled, he rolled them over easily, propping himself up on his elbows to lift up off of her. He was denser, heavier than a human male, and his carapace would chafe her eventually.
With his legs settled between hers and his cock pressed between them, he didn't go for the obvious route just yet. One hand slid back down to her sex, fingers testing her wetness and sensitivity.
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"Still unsure, my dear?"
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She couldn't lie to him, either, if any of this bothered her. You couldn't maintain this much skin contact with a prothan and lie. He inclined his head when her hands moved over him, stroking her and in absolutely no hurry whatsoever.
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"And now torture..."
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"Hardly," he growled into her ear. A dark promise, again, of the future. He took his time, but he didn't exactly make her wait, either, pulling his hand back before too long. After that it took him a moment to puzzle out a few anatomical details - namely, her legs didn't bend like a protheans would - and finally settled for pulling her thighs up over the sharp rise of his hips.
Propping himself up on his elbows again, weight between their legs, he twisted his hips and pushed inside of her.
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A rhythm was set fairly quickly, and adjusted based on what he felt from her, with his face still buried in the crook of her neck.
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