When he starts to move, Vanessa moves her hands to wrap around his shoulders, one hand splaying over his back, while the other rests at his neck, keeping him close. It felt so much more intimate than any sex she had ever had in her life, her body instinctively moving with him, not willing to give more leverage, as it would mean he would have to pull away.
Javik grunted with each roll of his hips, a deep, low sound in his chest. He thought it almost a pity that she wasn't prothean, that she couldn't fully share what he was feeling. The nature of their relationship, whatever it was, reminded him that it was just as well he could sense her so keenly. This was more about her than it was him, and that was fine.
He kissed her neck, her shoulder, her jaw every chance he got, that familiar heat pooling in his stomach again.
This what she always imagined it to be like; perhaps not with an alien...but something enjoyed by both, not ruled by the things within her. Hitching her legs up a bit higher, she lets out a soft sound when the angle changes enough to hit something within her.
Grasping at him a bit more tightly, she closes her eyes, and simply lets herself get lost in the sensations. If she comes or not, she doesn't care. This is more about the act, more than the finish itself.
He slowed when she shifted, following her lead both physically and whatever he could pick up on, whatever felt good or better to her, and chased after that. Shifting his balance to one arm, his other hand caught her thigh, holding her tight and high against his torso. Each stroke became more deliberate, a slower tempo but no less steady.
She was lost to it, and he wasn't much better off. His entire body tightened when his orgasm came, fingers gripping her hard until the tension released entirely. If she didn't follow, that was fine - he was always good for more.
She wanted to make sure he found his own pleasure. She knew that she was not as well experienced as some; Amunet had always given her passion and skill in the act, but this was her, alone.
Arching her back, she rocked harder into him, fingers gripping at him. She was vaguely aware that he had come, and if he stopped, that would be fine. His anatomy is still very unfamiliar to her, but it felt amazing just the same.
Javik caught himself from falling on top of her, inhaling sharply as he came down from his high. He knew she hadn't come, and he knew the both of them were... content with however this ended. It was disorienting, in a way. Without a complementary sensory ability, they were more in tune than he anticipated.
His hips still worked against her, slowly, as he dropped his head to kiss her shoulder. "I can," he said, between kisses and deep breaths. "Keep going."
Vanessa brushed her fingers along the most sensitive parts of his skin, trailing up the sides. "Mmm...I'm content." Meaning she didn't need for him to keep going. She had found her pleasure, even if it wasn't in another completion. She pressed her lips against his in return, slowly letting her legs fall away from his hips.
A shudder went down his spine in response to her trailing hands, his body still too sensitive and hyper-aware. When she relaxed under him, he acquiesced, pulling his hips back and shifting his weight to the bed by her side. A human male might think her a liar, or feel inadequate that she hadn't climaxed as well. He knew better, though it was nearly unthinkable that he, for all his faults and sins, had made her happy.
He settled around her, pulling her tight against him. She'd hoped for him to stay, tonight, and there was no where else in the world than here.
Vanessa couldn't help but smile once more, settling against him. She was happy, genuinely so. Brushing her lips against his shoulder, she shifted so that she could lay comfortably against him, one of her legs slipped over his. A hand came up to brush along the top of his head.
"Thank you."
For what, she isn't saying. It isn't something of pity just...happiness. For allowing her this. For staying.
Once they were both as comfortable as they were going to get, Javik lay very still, arms still around her. Possibly because he had no idea what to do after this (relax), so it was best to just do nothing (which was relaxing). He'd get the hang of it someday.
He didn't reply, either, beyond dropping a brief kiss on her forehead. These weren't feelings he could put into words, so he settled for wrapping himself around her and with her, letting touch speak for his intentions and connection.
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He kissed her neck, her shoulder, her jaw every chance he got, that familiar heat pooling in his stomach again.
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Grasping at him a bit more tightly, she closes her eyes, and simply lets herself get lost in the sensations. If she comes or not, she doesn't care. This is more about the act, more than the finish itself.
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She was lost to it, and he wasn't much better off. His entire body tightened when his orgasm came, fingers gripping her hard until the tension released entirely. If she didn't follow, that was fine - he was always good for more.
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Arching her back, she rocked harder into him, fingers gripping at him. She was vaguely aware that he had come, and if he stopped, that would be fine. His anatomy is still very unfamiliar to her, but it felt amazing just the same.
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His hips still worked against her, slowly, as he dropped his head to kiss her shoulder. "I can," he said, between kisses and deep breaths. "Keep going."
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He settled around her, pulling her tight against him. She'd hoped for him to stay, tonight, and there was no where else in the world than here.
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"Thank you."
For what, she isn't saying. It isn't something of pity just...happiness. For allowing her this. For staying.
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He didn't reply, either, beyond dropping a brief kiss on her forehead. These weren't feelings he could put into words, so he settled for wrapping himself around her and with her, letting touch speak for his intentions and connection.