She dropped the last few inches, slamming herself onto his lap as he grunted, grabbing her hips. She stared at him through slitted eyes, her gaze caught on his, as she began to lift herself up. Rising, feeling him slide out again, only to drop back down.
She rode him like that. Slowly picking up speed as she found her rhythm. He helped her. Using his grip on her hips to lift her up and down as she whimpered and cried. From this angle, her clit was rubbing against him perfectly, sending lightning shooting up through her belly.
She was on top. She was the one setting the pace and the force. Yet, somehow, it still felt like he was in complete control. She was falling apart over him, the pleasure making it hard to keep her speed as she clung to him desperately.
But he was staring at her, so calm. Helping her without his arms even shaking from the effort. She was the one riding him, but she was the one being driven wild.
“That’s it,” he encouraged, his voice low and rough. The first sign she could even tell that he was getting close to the edge. “Breathe. Don’t you pass out on me. I want you to feel all of it. You’re doing so good.”
She moaned his name, feeling her orgasm already building. She wasn’t even bouncing anymore, just grinding her clit against him. Feeling him growing inside her. And he was encouraging it. Having taken control of her hips, so most of the power of her thrusts came from him.
“Come,” he ordered. “Do it now. Come so I can come. Give it to me.”
Garnet was helpless against him. She had to obey. Throwing her head back, she let out a cry as she shuddered, her entire body shaking and trembling as her nails dug into his shoulders.
Tanin tightened his arms, yanking her back against his chest as his barbs expanded out, pressing against her inner walls. Stretching her further. Locking them together as he grunted, using a hand on her ass to grind her into him.
It took a few seconds for him to actually come. The barbs poked out first, making sure that he wouldn’t be able to pull out as he pumped her full. That familiar warmth, slick and hot, began to fill her with slow, steady pumps as she slowly floated down from the high.
All the tension bled out of her, and she lay weakly across his chest as he pet her back, their breathing gradually coming back to normal.
“It’s always so good with you,” he said, a soft wonder in his voice.
Garnet smiled, pleased, as she buried her face in his neck. “You’re not so bad yourself, boss man.”
He chuckled, squeezing her ass, embedding his fingers into the meat of it, until she whimpered, unable to move to escape him. He released her then, stroking gently once more.
“If you still have the strength to sass me, then maybe I’m not finished with you yet.”
“Mercy, please,” she chuckled weakly. It wasn’t really this session that wore her out specifically, but the last few days in general. Their first night together, she barely got any sleep as it seemed he was constantly reaching for her. Her entire body was covered in hickies, new ones covering old ones before they ever had a chance to heal.
They’d spent the entirety of yesterday in his room. Enjoying and exploring each other. It wasn’t all sex. They talked a lot too. About their future. About her past. About the ship and the crew and the next job he was going to take. Small things. Domestic things. The required post coital cuddling – which was, honestly, her favorite part – meant they had a lot of time pressed together.
He didn't judge her for needing to be held and snuggled either. He just did it. He didn't call her clingy or needy. He called her whiny, pouty, but it was said with a warm sort of admiration that let her know he really didn't mind her acting that way.
After yesterday, she was just tired. Her body was well and thoroughly used. Her pussy was sore from the repeated exposure to his barbs. She didn't regret the sex they had, but her entire pelvis was aching again, reminding her that she hadn’t recovered enough yet for more of him.
The conversation she had with her sister came back to her as she was laying there, and she tensed up. Tanin, in turn, paused in his petting.
“Garnet? What’s wrong?”
She bit her lip, sitting up. Wincing when doing so shifted him inside her. It took forever for Tanin to go soft. His barbs would recede first before that happened. As a result, she was still stuffed to the brim and while she loved it, she wouldn’t call it super comfortable. Especially when she was sitting back on her butt, putting weight on every part of her that was sore.
But she was more focused on looking Tanin in the eye as she asked-
“What if you got me pregnant?”
She expected him to freeze, to stiffen, to be surprised. Something.
But he just kept looking at her as calm and unaffected as ever. Hands resting possessively on her hips. His eyes trained right on her tits. A man was a man no matter the species, it seemed, but this was rather important, so she took his chin and forced his head up to focus on her face.
He smirked, like the dominating gesture amused him.
“So what if you get pregnant?” He asked. “You don’t know how to do it?”
“Wha-? No. That’s not-... It’s not like it has to come with instructions! I mean, well, I guess it does. And I don’t really-... We’re getting off track! I don’t know how long it’s been since we left Earth. My birth control shot only lasts three months. We could have been in stasis for much longer! And maybe the stasis prolonged the birth control. Or maybe it didn’t, and we’ve been doing it completely unprotected.”
“Maybe your birth control doesn’t even work on me,” he suggested, continuing her list of possible ways this connection could lead to her getting knocked up. “Maybe the method was a dud from the beginning, and anyone could have made it fail. Does it really matter?”
