Courting The Gem

"Well, it's about an erotica author who's sister is kidnapped and being held hostage. She ends up having to brave the jungles of Sana'a to save her sister and recover the treasure with the help of a swashbuckling mercenary. It's definitely got a real cult following."

"Sounds exhilarating."

"I hope so. Supposed to be filled with mystery, adventure and romance."

Her heart skipped a beat at the last and he settled on the couch and she sat beside him. He was close. Too close. She could feel the heat radiating off him. He could smell the faint scent she used in her morning routine, lavander and some else sweet that he couldn’t identify. He settled back draping one arm over the couch behind her, not actually touching her.

Arthur hit play.

The lights dimmed automatically.

Saris held her small plate in front of her, focusing. Focusing on controlling her breathing, her heart rate, while his plate sat on the small end table, untouched.

Being so close to him set her mind on fire. On one hand she felt so deliciously comfortable and relaxed around him that she thought she might melt, but on the other, she had this feeling, an instinct. This call to be as soft and nurturing as she had always wanted to be, combined with the sure knowledge that he would be an ideal lover.

But he hadn’t made a move.

She took a small bite.

Arthur for the most part, pretended not to notice the slight difference in the way she held herself, the way she extended her long smooth legs, or arched her back slightly, as if for his benefit. Or the way she resisted coming closer so they could touch.

Saria Violora was a powerful woman. She was used to men pursuing her. The fact that he wasn’t. It vexed and delighted her.

Her mouth quirked at a thought, and she twisted, now suddenly kneeling on the couch next to him.

He paused the movie. Elaine had just been kidnapped by antiquities dealers.

"Keep playing."

He unpaused it but quirked an eyebrow suspiciously.

She took her fork and cut away a small bite, before lifting it to his lips.

"It will get cold." She explained and he took the bite.

It melted in his mouth. The flavor sending a small jolt through him and she beamed at his reaction.

Jack and Joan evaded the corrupt military police and she fed him another bite, this time smearing some syrup on the edge of his lip. She grabbed her napkin, then stopped and her eyes flashed. She leaned forward slowly, dragging her tongue against the corner of his mouth.

His hand drifted off the couch and landed in the small of her back. She scooped up some of the frosting with a single finger, before placing it in his mouth, letting him suck on it gently, before deliberately wiping more on the edge of his mouth.

After a night of dancing and passion, Jack suggests that they find the treasure themselves. And Saris leaned in again for another not-kiss.

He took the plate from her, setting it down gently on the side table, and pulling her down on top of him, so that she straddled him, the movie forgotten.

Her hands cupped his face as she pulled him into a long kiss. His hand gripped her thigh just under the hem of her skirt, his other hand held her against him. She ground against him, feeling how he pushed against her.

A surge of desire filled her. She loved how soft she was against him. He was so strong and masculine, and he filled her every breath, overriding her every good sense. Her cares and worries, her stress and her burdens melted away as she pressed against him.

Lexx slid over him. Letting his shaft spring up, hot against the inside of her leg. She shuddered and ground against him harder, pressing him against her slick panties, leaving a slick trail of precum across the front. A tendril from Lexx shoved them out of the way and suddenly he was sliding his length against her, slick and hot. With a push she was up and then she felt him. She slid him inside her, never ceasing her **** on his mouth, peppering him with kisses and whimpers as his shaft buried itself inside her.

She began grinding again, in tight little circles, as his hands roamed her body, leaving faint white trails on her dark skin.

"Oh- oh!"

"Should we stop?"

"N-no."

He filed her completely. Shame and lust warred within her. She should be one of the most powerful women on the planet and here she was fucking him like a passion struck teenager. It was shameful, it was unbecoming, it was- so goddamn hot. It was right. Her body pulsed with need, and wave after wave lit up her neurons like the fireworks from the long forgotten movie behind her.

The sweat shone on her dark skin, and her legs burned, but she picked up the pace, loving every moment that he filled her.

More whimpers escaped her lips, as Arthur trailed kisses down her throat. One of her heels fell off of her foot and landed on the carpet.

Arthur felt her shudder against him and lost all his careful self control, fingers gripping her and demanding hard rhythm as she bounced up and down, before pulling her down and filling her completely with his length, pulsing inside her as she squirmed on top of him, spraying her with his white hot seed.

They lay there panting. Her face pressed against his chest as the rippling after shocks of pleasure raced through her.