The temperature was rising within her skin, a cool touch to it usually but now warm and blossoming as he explored her body further. Her nipples were hardening at the infliction of his tongue against the soft bud, a cool trail of his saliva left behind in its wake. Her sexual interactions are always far more controlled than this, tempered and with her taking the charge, and even if she found herself enjoying the encounter, it was always so calculated. She thought of everything, of every touch and movement, ensuring things remained in control and she remained safe. With Cassian, she could finally just let go. Let silence fill her mind and guide her movements, she truly trusted him and would allow him to do as he pleased.
For now though, this little grind and hip touch movement they had going on was more than enough to set the pace. Her own body rocked forth, pressing against his growing erection to torture him furtherโ but it wouldn't be forever. Just enough to get him to beg for her to do something about it, to fill her ears with the genuine pleasures that came with being wanted and desired.
"Tonight....I don't want to think, to predict what will happen. All I want to do is lose myself in the moment.", she said, whispering these words as her fingers rose up to grip his hair once more. Her voice was soft, trembling from this once in a lifetime admission; she was quite vulnerable in this moment but in all the right ways.
Cassian detached from her breast with a wet pop, her fingers curling into his hair and pulling him back up to her face, drifting back up to where he could look at her expression, his own dark eyes thoughtful.
Inaraโs work was her work, just as his work was his — their bodies were both used for a purpose — but this particular angle wasnโt one heโd ever stopped to consider before. That certain elements of sex might have become too calculated and artificial for her: that Inara was always in such rigid control over what happened. Her evenings literally contracted, negotiated, planned out, scheduled.
So maybe she could do with a bit of impulsive spontaneity tonight. Less work, more play.
โOkay,โ Cassian said, voice murmured against her jaw before another lingering kiss. He was going to be feeling it out both literally and figuratively, getting a sense for what she liked. (He had never, of course, seen a copy of Inaraโs actual companion contract. Wouldnโt have been able to afford it.)
โJust tell me to stop if thereโs anything you donโt like.โ
And thenโ he stood up, arms under her thighs and bracing her lower back, fully picking her up to pivot them around onto that massive bed. He had no idea how much it mustโve cost; probably something like a yearโs salary on Ferrix. It was really comfortable, though, and spacious enough that he could lay her out on that luxurious mattress, his hands against the edges of the unzipped dress which was already half-falling off her, tugging it loose the rest of the way. His mouth followed the path: past her clavicle this time, past her breasts and the arch of her ribs, pausing to mouth at her navel, then onwards. Lower.
There were far too many juxtapositions in their beliefs and ideals, in their sense of right and wrong but somewhere in between the unstable ground, they had a place they could meet and agree upon โ mutual respect. He'd been respectful of her work, nearly willing to guide and provide her clientele if she hadn't set that boundary to prevent it. There was more to her work than just sex after all, the years of learning new languages, ceremonies, arts of all kinds, the endless studyingโ she was a perfect scholar, it was only her body and the intimacy she offered that often spoke for her. Led to assumptions, certain people (a particular captain) to assume the worst of her. Not Cassian, he'd seen her in battle, wanted her for it and while she had her own goals, could there be freedom in following his path? She was starting to wonder if maybe...
but this was no time for her to get lost in her mind yet again. She'd spent so much time there, it became tiring. It was a liberating thought to just let someone else take the reigns, but even as she spoke those words, as he lifted her up without any restraint, she couldn't help but smile at his words. Of course he'd say that, it was the reason she was more than fine with things ending up like this. One more kiss was offered to him before he began to slide down, her fingers drifting past his hair and face, watching as he moved lower and lower, the softness of his breath now warming her fully naked body. Her soft brown skin glowed against the lights above, curls spread across the bed under her. As he reached further down and towards the most obvious place, her thighs parted for him, spreading and coaxing him to truly take her in.
To breathe that warm air, to feel the softness of her flesh, to see the beauty of her true self in this moment. It was far different than what she'd done with her clientsโ this was her, the her that had fallen for the man before her.
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For now though, this little grind and hip touch movement they had going on was more than enough to set the pace. Her own body rocked forth, pressing against his growing erection to torture him furtherโ but it wouldn't be forever. Just enough to get him to beg for her to do something about it, to fill her ears with the genuine pleasures that came with being wanted and desired.
"Tonight....I don't want to think, to predict what will happen. All I want to do is lose myself in the moment.", she said, whispering these words as her fingers rose up to grip his hair once more. Her voice was soft, trembling from this once in a lifetime admission; she was quite vulnerable in this moment but in all the right ways.
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Inaraโs work was her work, just as his work was his — their bodies were both used for a purpose — but this particular angle wasnโt one heโd ever stopped to consider before. That certain elements of sex might have become too calculated and artificial for her: that Inara was always in such rigid control over what happened. Her evenings literally contracted, negotiated, planned out, scheduled.
So maybe she could do with a bit of impulsive spontaneity tonight. Less work, more play.
โOkay,โ Cassian said, voice murmured against her jaw before another lingering kiss. He was going to be feeling it out both literally and figuratively, getting a sense for what she liked. (He had never, of course, seen a copy of Inaraโs actual companion contract. Wouldnโt have been able to afford it.)
โJust tell me to stop if thereโs anything you donโt like.โ
And thenโ he stood up, arms under her thighs and bracing her lower back, fully picking her up to pivot them around onto that massive bed. He had no idea how much it mustโve cost; probably something like a yearโs salary on Ferrix. It was really comfortable, though, and spacious enough that he could lay her out on that luxurious mattress, his hands against the edges of the unzipped dress which was already half-falling off her, tugging it loose the rest of the way. His mouth followed the path: past her clavicle this time, past her breasts and the arch of her ribs, pausing to mouth at her navel, then onwards. Lower.
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but this was no time for her to get lost in her mind yet again. She'd spent so much time there, it became tiring. It was a liberating thought to just let someone else take the reigns, but even as she spoke those words, as he lifted her up without any restraint, she couldn't help but smile at his words. Of course he'd say that, it was the reason she was more than fine with things ending up like this. One more kiss was offered to him before he began to slide down, her fingers drifting past his hair and face, watching as he moved lower and lower, the softness of his breath now warming her fully naked body. Her soft brown skin glowed against the lights above, curls spread across the bed under her. As he reached further down and towards the most obvious place, her thighs parted for him, spreading and coaxing him to truly take her in.
To breathe that warm air, to feel the softness of her flesh, to see the beauty of her true self in this moment. It was far different than what she'd done with her clientsโ this was her, the her that had fallen for the man before her.