[ It's both an incredible frightening and humbling thing, the way you put your trust in him. You will always be more than just a body to him to take and have his fill with ( and you'll get the muted whisper of that through the link that the the two of you share ) but here in the privacy of your chambers, if only for the next few hours, all that matters is what you want from him and what he's ready -- and willing -- to offer.
He feels you up again, forehead pressed to your temple as his mouth works at your ear. The pressure of his grip builds with each deliberate stroke, his hips shifting behind you as if to ease his own need.
The arm he has about your shoulders has moved away, his hand slipping between the one you have on the sheets in a gesture that asks that you hold onto him -- dig your nails into his skin if you have to, he doesn't mind at all. ]
Do you think Geomi would mind if I used the ties on those drapes? [ The humor in his voice is raked over with desire, and he opens his mind to you a bit more, showing you how exactly he'd like to tie you up: the ends of the cord snaked about your wrists, you propped up against pillows so you can lean against the headboard, the sashes of the outfits your tailor put together for him coiled around each ankle as he arranges you to his liking and worships you completely with his mouth, his tongue, even his teeth.
Maybe it'll get to the point where he can get you to beg for him to please not tease so much, and all he'll do is smile -- all dark eyes and the simple whispered phrase: But you said I could do whatever I wanted because you want it too. ]
Have I ever told you how much of a turn-on it is when you blush, just for me? That I get you to do that? And that even when you say no, you still want more?
[ Yet, even as he's saying that, he's wondering at the idea of gagging you with some other thing -- a piece of cloth stretched across your lips. Do you know how your voice is something he clings to whenever you two make love, yes, because it anchors him and pushes back the insecurities that he might be doing something wrong; something you won't like. This is foreign soil in an even more foreign land and he's gotten a taste of how Arcadia makes everything more.
He isn't too confident yet in tucking your voice away when it's that which he needs to direct him to press on or stop altogether. But you're linked now, you and him. Perhaps he can indulge you in that as well, while not feeling too apprehensive that he might go too far. ]
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He feels you up again, forehead pressed to your temple as his mouth works at your ear. The pressure of his grip builds with each deliberate stroke, his hips shifting behind you as if to ease his own need.
The arm he has about your shoulders has moved away, his hand slipping between the one you have on the sheets in a gesture that asks that you hold onto him -- dig your nails into his skin if you have to, he doesn't mind at all. ]
Do you think Geomi would mind if I used the ties on those drapes? [ The humor in his voice is raked over with desire, and he opens his mind to you a bit more, showing you how exactly he'd like to tie you up: the ends of the cord snaked about your wrists, you propped up against pillows so you can lean against the headboard, the sashes of the outfits your tailor put together for him coiled around each ankle as he arranges you to his liking and worships you completely with his mouth, his tongue, even his teeth.
Maybe it'll get to the point where he can get you to beg for him to please not tease so much, and all he'll do is smile -- all dark eyes and the simple whispered phrase: But you said I could do whatever I wanted because you want it too. ]
Have I ever told you how much of a turn-on it is when you blush, just for me? That I get you to do that? And that even when you say no, you still want more?
[ Yet, even as he's saying that, he's wondering at the idea of gagging you with some other thing -- a piece of cloth stretched across your lips. Do you know how your voice is something he clings to whenever you two make love, yes, because it anchors him and pushes back the insecurities that he might be doing something wrong; something you won't like. This is foreign soil in an even more foreign land and he's gotten a taste of how Arcadia makes everything more.
He isn't too confident yet in tucking your voice away when it's that which he needs to direct him to press on or stop altogether. But you're linked now, you and him. Perhaps he can indulge you in that as well, while not feeling too apprehensive that he might go too far. ]