Mission: Relaxation, Part II (explicit)

May 17, 2009 on 10:28 pm | In SS-Elise, Serial Story | No Comments

Dhaji’s cabin, like all junior officer quarters, consisted of a bed, a desk, a small seating area and a hygiene station with individual lightbath. Framed art and unframed drawings personalized the space.

“I like the new bedcover,” Cav commented, toeing off her boots.

Following her lead, Dhaji stepped out of his.  “It’s a gift from my foster mom. Do you want a drink?”

“No, I don’t think so.” She paused in the act of stripping off her shirt to watch him.

The soft light of the cabin accentuated every shadow on his body. For all Dhaji’s face bordered on unattractive, her mouth watered at the sight of his body. He used the conditioning equipment onboard, and it showed. His shoulders seemed somehow broader without the uniform to camouflage the muscle. The planes of his chest gave way to hard ridges at his abdomen. A sparse trail of hair led from his shallow navel into his uniform pants. Cav’s breath hitched and she wrenched her shirt over her head.

“You have the most amazing breasts,” Dhaji breathed. His pants hit the floor in a pool of fabric.

She eyed the stiff arc of his penis, felt the clench in her sex. “Thanks. I see you have something amazing for me.”

He laughed softly. “Flatterer.”

Smiling, Cav dropped her pants and stepped clear, right into Dhaji’s waiting arms. It felt good to have him wrap those strong arms around her, to feel the warm press of his skin against her body. He simply held her, the rigid length of him pressed into her belly. She felt the tension ease, sliding off her shoulders. She needed this. Simple skin-to-skin contact, deepened by the bonds of friendship and caring. She was so glad she’d run into Dhaji in the lounge.

Dhaji nuzzled behind her ear, his breath warm against the sensitive skin. Cav tightened her arms around his waist, resting her forehead on his collarbone. His hands moved slowly over the length of her back, soothing and mildly arousing. With every pass, his touch lightened, becoming less soothing, more arousing. By the time his touch barely skimmed her flesh, she squirmed restlessly against him. Turning her head slightly, she bit his shoulder – not hard enough to break the skin, but hard enough that he flinched.

Abruptly, he scooped her over his shoulder, her ass pointing up and her head hanging down.

“Hey!” She took advantage of her position to smack his firmly muscled behind for his presumption, smothering a laugh.

“Watch yourself, Cav,” he warned as she braced against his shoulder blades. “Payback’s a bitch.”

“Oh, yeah, I’m scared now.” Her laugh cut short when he tossed her on the bed.

Before she could regain her breath, Dhaji was on her, his knees pressing her legs apart and his chest pinning her to the bed. His fingers plunged into her hair at her temples, holding her head still.

With their faces so close, she could count his eyelashes. They stared at each other, his intense scrutiny making her slightly edgy. She wiggled her hips under him, and he settled heavily into the notch of her thighs, the heat of his erection parting the damp folds of her sex.

Cav’s breath caught in her throat. She clutched his shoulders, fingers digging into muscled flesh.

Dhaji closed the small distance between them, tilting his head slightly so their noses didn’t bump. His mouth pressed into hers, urging her to allow him entry. Parting her lips on a sigh, she ceded authority to him. They’d danced this dance before and he knew what her body wanted.

His tongue slid past her teeth, daring her to meet him. She accepted the challenge, tangling her tongue with his in a slow exploration of taste and texture. The sweet edge of Tlinvalian Ale coated her taste buds, counterpoint to Dhaji’s darker, spicier flavor.

One hand crept up to tangle in the hair at his nape. He lifted his head, sliding an open mouthed kiss over the point of her chin and down to her neck.

“Dhaji,” she sighed, letting her head drop back to bare her throat. His hands loosened, skimming the sides of her face and over her ears, tucking her hair behind them. The tenderness of the gesture contrasted sharply with a nip to the muscle along her neck. Sparklers of sensation twisted through her, tightening her nipples and intensifying the low throb between her legs. She canted her hips slightly, sliding the hard length of his cock through her wet folds.

He grunted in reaction. “Not yet. You need more.”

Despite his being right – or maybe because of it – she tried again to capture his hardness. He responded by shifting his weight, dragging himself free of her damp clasp. He cursed, moving his legs so his knees rested outside hers, his legs pressing hers together, stilling her movements.

He swallowed her protest and took her mouth again. His mouth was firmer this time, sweeping in to plunder the depths of her mouth. He retreated before she had a chance to retaliate, eliciting a low moan of frustration.

He pushed up, straddling her thighs, and her arms stretched, trying to pull him to her before falling to her sides. The cool air of the room shocked her skin. Her nipples tightened further, so stiff they ached. Dhaji brushed his fingertips along the plump lower curve of her breast. He skimmed down her ribs, across her belly, back up to her breast bone, making light circles over her torso with both hands.

Cav’s spine bowed, trying to push into his hands, trying to center him on her nipples. His knowing chuckle did little to assuage the hunger, but she was too focused on sensation to even bother with irritation at his amusement. Instead, she smoothed her palms up his thighs, the slightly scratchy hair tickling her palms. Just as she reached the juncture between thigh and torso, just as she neared her mark, Dhaji pinched her nipples lightly.

A high pitched keening broke from her throat at the release of tension. Gods, it felt so damned good. His long fingers plucked at her nipples, the repeated bite and release wrenching her ever closer to orgasm. Writhing like a wild thing, her moans filled the cabin with the sounds of her pleasure. Her eyes closed tightly, she concentrated on the hot ball of tension gathering in her core. Oh, she was getting close. So close.

His weight shifted on her legs, the heat of his penis pressed into the valley created by her closed thighs. He engulfed one nipple in the heat of his mouth, curling his tongue around it and flicking the turgid flesh. The softer sensation took the edge off her rising arousal. He moved from one breast to the other, backing her down from the peak.

“Come on, Dhaji,” she panted.

“Shut it, Cav.” The vibration of his growl against her sensitized nipple sent a cascade of shivers down her spine. “You know you aren’t ready to go over yet, and I’m not ready to let you.”

He had a point, but dammit, she wanted that orgasm. She bucked, half-heartedly fighting him for control, but he merely leaned forward, using his body to pin her. She felt his smile against her just before he sucked. She gasped in shock. The change of pace hurled her headlong into the maelstrom of desire. She went limp under him, again allowing him to take the lead.

He rewarded her, easing back and covering her mound with one hand. He dragged a finger through her damp folds, parting the outer lips and pressing over her throbbing clit. Cav sucked in a breath. His low hum of approval made her smile. She tried to widen her legs, but his thighs held her captive. She moaned a protest, unable to get enough pressure with her legs closed to push herself to completion.

Suddenly, his mouth left her breast, his hand retreated from her sex, his weight lifted from her thighs. She felt the movement of the bed that indicated he’d changed position. Her eyes flew open in confusion. He knelt next at her hip, leaning in so his face hovered an inch from hers.

“Do you want it?”

She moaned again. “Yes, please.”

“Close your eyes.”

The moment her lids closed, he rolled between her legs, using his body to push her thighs apart. He gripped her buttocks, his thumbs hooking up along the groove where leg met torso. Before she could anticipate his action, he speared his tongue into her body.

Her lungs compressed and her hips arched in shocked pleasure. Dhaji moved up, hooking his arms under her legs and wrapping his hands over the tops of her thighs. Long fingers parted her for his exploration, exposing her aching flesh. She cupped her own breasts, her fingers plucking at her nipples. The sweet sting shot straight to her core.

Dhaji pinched her clit between his index fingers and a keening cry broke from her throat. Heat boiled up through her, shaking her from head to toe. Her hands went lax on her breasts. The orgasm hit her hard and fast, but he allowed her no respite. Before she could start to coast down from the peak, he began laving the captive bead of her clitoris with gentle strokes. Not to hard, because he knew from experience that she was still too sensitive for anything firmer. With slow, careful licks he kept her arousal at fever pitch, not letting it subside, but allowing it to gentle into something warmer, less edgy.

Her hips undulated with the rhythm of his lapping tongue: a steady, tidal motion. He sucked her clit into his mouth, his teeth scraping the sensitive shaft. She screamed when the second orgasm broke over her.

Dhaji rose to his knees. Her body still spasming, he flipped her over. He shoved a pillow beneath her hips and pushed her down, canting her hips up. Disoriented by the sudden change in position, Cav tried to focus, but lost the will to do so when she felt the blunt, broad head of Dhaji’s penis pressing against her opening. Oh, gods, it felt so good. He was thick and stone-hard as he plowed slowly into her wet pussy.

She stretched around him, trembling with the slow, heavy pressure. Spangles of light flickered behind her closed eyelids when he finally seated inside her, his heavy balls resting against her engorged clit. So fucking full.

The calluses on his fingertips traced rough patterns along her spine and over her ass. He drew one finger from the small of her back down over her tailbone. She shuddered at the light touch, shaking when it moved further down, skimming over her rear entrance, circling before returning to her tailbone. The nerves flared to life under his skillful attention and she whimpered. She needed him to move, but he remained stubbornly still.

“Please, Dhaji, please,” Cav begged. She didn’t care anymore. She wanted him to fuck her into oblivion. Two orgasms and she still wanted him to fuck her.

“Please what?” His voice was dark, husky with his own arousal.

“Move, Dhaji. Please move. I need to come.”

His hands settled on her hips and he dragged his cock out, scraping along her stretched tissues. Halfway out, he reached under her to cup one breast, pinching her nipple gently.

Cav moaned, wiggling her hips and arching her back to press her breast into his palm. His harsh breathing filled her ears: a man on the brink.

She clenched her inner muscles.

His control broke. He bucked into her, sliding home. His hips recoiled, returned, setting a punishing pace. His thick cock worked inside her, and with every thrust his balls bounced against her clit. He pinched her nipple harder, knowing she could take more now. The combination – cunt, clit, nipples – reduced her to a mewling thing: nothing but striving need, blind and deaf to all but the goal of completion. Focused on nothing but the friction inside and the accompanying sensation in her nipples and clit, the tension gathered, straining her muscles and locking her jaw.

Dhaji slammed hard into her, jerking her hips back with one hand and roared his pleasure. The hot wash of his ejaculation inside her almost tipped her over – almost, but not quite. She shrieked her frustration, her hands frantic to get to her clit and gain the orgasm that hovered so temptingly close.

Still shuddering over her, Dhaji pushed her scrambling fingers away, reaching around to pinch her clit, catching the hard shaft firmly between his fingers. The sudden, sharp explosion ripped a howl from her throat. She pushed hard against his softening cock, desperate to wring every bit pleasure from both of them. It was enough. The orgasm hit full force, rolling through her in a shock wave of draining pleasure.

Long moments passed before her body stilled, and exhaustion came hard on the heels of euphoria.

“Thank you,” Cav managed, her voice slurred. Sleep pulled her under before he moved the pillow from under her hips.