The words intrigued her. "Really? And what if I do this?" She leaned forward, lips brushing over the indention he'd shown her. But she didn't linger and instead pressed her lips to the length of his scar. His hands wrapped around her hips, and he squeezed her ass when she reached his mouth.
"You really shouldn't do things like that in the middle of the day," he uttered.
She smirked, nose brushing his. "What are you going to do about it, Commander?"
His brow raised, and his fingers sank deeper into her flesh. "I'd like to do a lot of things, but unfortunately, I don't have time to take care of you like I want before I have to be back out on my beach."
Her grin widened, stilling for a moment as he wrapped a hand around her neck. His fingertips gently massaged in her hair, and an involuntary moan left her.
"And yet, you keep doing that," she said.
Nadir huffed amusedly. "I bet I could end you just with this, Princess."
Her neck nearly rolled as the tingles rose on her flesh. She couldn't help herself from reaching between them, her hand curling around his already firming length. "Should we find out?" she suggested, leaning forward, lips pressing to that soft place again. "Should we find out if you can end me just with that… And I can end you—“ Her tongue dragged along his scar, and her thumb swirled along the tip of his cock, “—just with this?”
He cursed under his breath, and his hand tightened in her hair to the point he tugged on it. "I can't believe I'm about to do this," she heard him whisper. Her grip tightened around his cock, now fully hardened in her grasp, and he cursed again.
He pulled her hair this time, bringing her back in front of his face. "You have ninety seconds before I have to be back on my beach and ready for combat, Princess," he uttered.
She practically felt her eyes darken. "Count me down, Commander."
She reached behind her and pulled the plug on the water, noting the fascinated raised brow smirk on Nadir's face. But she only smiled and met his lips with her own while she waited on the water to go down more before she did herself. She toyed with the tip of his cock as he kissed her, and she could feel his smile against her lips, his hands curling in her hair and sending chills down her spine.
She never wanted to stop kissing him.
As the water receded, she moved her mouth to his throat, nipping on his scar and kissing his collar.
"Seventy-five," he whispered in her hair.
Nyssa sat up and moved between his bent knees, taking his length in both her hands, pressing her breasts together between her arms. "So greedy," she mocked as she watched him swallow. "Tell me when I have sixty."
She could already feel the bead of stick on his tip as she deliberately dragged her finger up him, her other hand massaging and pinching his balls. He cursed out loud, and his back arched against her grip. She bent low, knowing he would be telling her the seconds at any moment, and her tongue flicked over his length.
"Sixty, Princess," he strained.
Her lips wrapped around his head, and she reached for his hands to pushed them both in her hair again as she took in his entire length. Throat relaxing, she heard him utter her name, his fingers tightening. Her breasts hit his thighs. She left her lips just on his tip and pushed her breasts around his shaft. He grunted as she continued up and down his length.
"Fuck—Thirty," he managed, hips pushing up and moving his cock further down her throat.
She knew he was getting close. Making him count it down had him anticipating and reaching. She reached for his sack again and took his length as far in as she could, feeling him twitch at the back of her throat. She devoured him, faster and faster until he held her head steady, and he fucked her mouth for a few strokes.
"Ten," he breathed.
Her mouth pulled off him, she replaced it with her hand. Moving quickly up and down. Pressing her lips to his tip again and sucking hard. Her grip was tight, breasts pushing against his balls.
"Five..." she dared to say, lips teasing, hand working. "Four..." Her tongue swirled him. She pushed up, surprising him with a quick kiss on his lips. "Come for me, Commander."
She deep-throated him once more and hummed out a groan. Fingers massaging his balls. Nadir jerked. He spilled down her throat, and Nyssa couldn't help her pleased moan as she sucked him dry and devoured every bit of that salty stick. Making him twitch. Making him curse and writhe. Until finally, he had to pull her off, and she laughed. Laughed as he wrapped his hands beneath her jaw and kissed her hard. His tongue swept over hers, and when he pulled back, he pushed her sideways bangs back.
"I should have stolen you that night," he told her.
“You should have,” she agreed. “We’d have started our own war.”
“My reef would be on fire already.”
She grinned and kissed him again. “But we would be far away.”
“Running, Princess,” he grinned.
