Tables Voluntarily Turned 5/?
anonymous
April 28 2012, 04:42:01 UTC
She could sense the glare he had focused on her, and smiled down at him. He didn't want her to stop, but she wiggled her fingers in him and he lost the will to be angry.
A double tap to the side of his knee as she slipped her hand out had him moving, rising up and turning. He rose to his knees, his legs splayed on either side of hers. Pitching forward to rest his chest and shoulders on the mattress, he watched her with one piercing eye over the edge of his cowl. The muscles of his ass flexed, giving her an appreciative view of his opening as it winked.
On display, and all hers. Fucking delicious.
She grabbed his hips with her hands, digging her nails into the softer hide and smirking at his pleased growling. She moved up into place behind him, poking him with the toy, which she'd taken the liberty of coating with dextro safe lubricant while he had moved into position. He flexed once and relaxed, allowing the dildo to sit at his entrance while Shepard situated.
And then she's pushing in, and he's grunting at the sheer size. She takes it slow, letting him grow accustomed. His forehead went down into the mattress, his large digitigrade toes curling into the sheets when she slides almost to the hilt and sits there.
He's twitching and panting louder, his moans quiet as he adjusts, and it's almost impossible for her to look away from the sight of his body shivering, the muscles in his back under the plating tightening as he moves experimentally, testing the feel of the large piece inside his ass.
Shepard's eyes suddenly flutter, her mind too absorbed in glorious turian anatomy to remember that yes, the dildo inside her is receiving the sensory data from the one inside him. And shit, she can't help the moan that escapes when he pushes himself back, but he didn't hear it over his own.
She holds herself steady, letting him move his own hips and get used to the girth. She peeks up at his face, the part she can see, and his eyes are closed tight; his mandible not trapped against the bed is flexing, in a good way she recognizes. He's giving these little moans she's never heard before, but wants to hear more of, and with louder volume. As if Garrus senses he's being watched, he opens one brilliant blue eye, now dark with pleasure and desire, and stares straight at her. Fuck, that look. He's partially lost in the feelings of this new experience, but there's that spirit of his that she loves and treasures in there too. Almost daring her to step it up, to take him further, to show what she can do for him. He's always taken anything she gave him, taken care of her, treated her like a person, a friend, a lover, a partner.
If she must label the piece of her that Garrus owns, she could proudly say it was her heart.
Shit, this wasn't the time for sentimental crap, not when she's butt-fucking her alien boyfriend.
She decides it's time to knock it up a notch, and grips his scaled hips tight. He blinks at her, and she takes the opportunity to smirk at him before she quickly slides back, nearly taking the dildo completely out, and forcefully pushing it back in.
Garrus loses it. His eye clamps shut and his mandible falls, she can see the twin trying to go with it, and he yells out a gasping cry. It's not one of pain, but of sheer pleasure. Shepard sets up a quick but gentle push and pull, her fingers resting in the grooves of his plating at his upper thighs and hips, her thumbs pushing on the muscles of his ass, splaying him wider so she could enjoy the show. His groaning rises in tempo and volume. The sensations from the dildo inside her are so damn amazing, to feel what she's giving Garrus is an excitement all its own.
His clawed hands grip into the sheets, ripping through those and down into the mattress itself, but she could care less. Cerberus, and now the Alliance, probably hadn't foreseen her bed seeing this kind of act being committed upon it. Maybe she should take a picture and have EDI send it to the Illusive Man, just to make his day worse. Maybe reply to Kai Leng with one, that fucking asshole.
A double tap to the side of his knee as she slipped her hand out had him moving, rising up and turning. He rose to his knees, his legs splayed on either side of hers. Pitching forward to rest his chest and shoulders on the mattress, he watched her with one piercing eye over the edge of his cowl. The muscles of his ass flexed, giving her an appreciative view of his opening as it winked.
On display, and all hers. Fucking delicious.
She grabbed his hips with her hands, digging her nails into the softer hide and smirking at his pleased growling. She moved up into place behind him, poking him with the toy, which she'd taken the liberty of coating with dextro safe lubricant while he had moved into position. He flexed once and relaxed, allowing the dildo to sit at his entrance while Shepard situated.
And then she's pushing in, and he's grunting at the sheer size. She takes it slow, letting him grow accustomed. His forehead went down into the mattress, his large digitigrade toes curling into the sheets when she slides almost to the hilt and sits there.
He's twitching and panting louder, his moans quiet as he adjusts, and it's almost impossible for her to look away from the sight of his body shivering, the muscles in his back under the plating tightening as he moves experimentally, testing the feel of the large piece inside his ass.
Shepard's eyes suddenly flutter, her mind too absorbed in glorious turian anatomy to remember that yes, the dildo inside her is receiving the sensory data from the one inside him. And shit, she can't help the moan that escapes when he pushes himself back, but he didn't hear it over his own.
She holds herself steady, letting him move his own hips and get used to the girth. She peeks up at his face, the part she can see, and his eyes are closed tight; his mandible not trapped against the bed is flexing, in a good way she recognizes. He's giving these little moans she's never heard before, but wants to hear more of, and with louder volume. As if Garrus senses he's being watched, he opens one brilliant blue eye, now dark with pleasure and desire, and stares straight at her. Fuck, that look. He's partially lost in the feelings of this new experience, but there's that spirit of his that she loves and treasures in there too. Almost daring her to step it up, to take him further, to show what she can do for him. He's always taken anything she gave him, taken care of her, treated her like a person, a friend, a lover, a partner.
If she must label the piece of her that Garrus owns, she could proudly say it was her heart.
Shit, this wasn't the time for sentimental crap, not when she's butt-fucking her alien boyfriend.
She decides it's time to knock it up a notch, and grips his scaled hips tight. He blinks at her, and she takes the opportunity to smirk at him before she quickly slides back, nearly taking the dildo completely out, and forcefully pushing it back in.
Garrus loses it. His eye clamps shut and his mandible falls, she can see the twin trying to go with it, and he yells out a gasping cry. It's not one of pain, but of sheer pleasure. Shepard sets up a quick but gentle push and pull, her fingers resting in the grooves of his plating at his upper thighs and hips, her thumbs pushing on the muscles of his ass, splaying him wider so she could enjoy the show. His groaning rises in tempo and volume. The sensations from the dildo inside her are so damn amazing, to feel what she's giving Garrus is an excitement all its own.
His clawed hands grip into the sheets, ripping through those and down into the mattress itself, but she could care less. Cerberus, and now the Alliance, probably hadn't foreseen her bed seeing this kind of act being committed upon it. Maybe she should take a picture and have EDI send it to the Illusive Man, just to make his day worse. Maybe reply to Kai Leng with one, that fucking asshole.
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