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[Connor shrugs out of his shirt and nods dumbly- for a being as advanced and intelligent as he is, he sure does get stupid when Justine looks at him like that. He tugs on her underwear to slip them down her thighs, and once they're out of the way he undoes his pants and pushes them down, before settling between her legs and kissing her hard.

One arm curls behind her back to pull her close. His free hand finds her breast and teases her nipple with a finger and thumb, his growing arousal pressing insistently against her inner thigh. The kiss remains deep, needy, as he tries to show her just how much he really wants her.]

[Her fingers trail over his shoulders, back and chest as she maps the contours and curves that she's already memorized. Her breath is quick, her pulse skipping as she falls into the sweet abandonment of his touch. Hazy thoughts filter through her mind but she is unable to focus on anything that isn't the way that Connor tastes or the heat of his skin and scales against her bared flesh.

A soft gasp caught in her throat as he palms her breast, her body begins to tremble with need while her hips make tiny pulsing motions against him that do nothing but heighten her growing arousal.]

Connor.

[She whines his name, needy and hungry.]

[The motion of her hips only makes him harder, too. He lets out a soft, pleased sound into her mouth and reaches down between them, rubbing the pad of his finger over her clit softly. When he pulls away from the kiss he presses his lips to her neck instead, leaving kisses down to her shoulder.

Justine always looks good like this. He glances up from kissing her just to take in the sight of her, flushed and wanting. Then he pulls back, taking her wrists and pinning them above her head, tying them to the headboard with his tie.]

Tell me if it's too tight.

[He doesn't want to hurt her, after all.]

[Justine meets his gaze without shame or worry. She let's him see her vulnerability and sends the strength of that trust through their skin, the air and their Bond. It's more than lust or rampant fleeting desires. It's something she's offered so few people in her life and she gives it to him now.

It's scary but she bares herself to him and does so in the only way that she knows how.

Her arms stretch above her head and her pulse quickens as heat gathers in her abdomen and between her legs. There is a tug on her wrist and she wiggles against him, making sure that the knot is good and tight.]

No.

[Her voice is heavy and purposely obstinate. She doesn't want to tell him if it's too tight because she wants it to be too tight. She wants to feel and the thin tendrils of pain lacing from her wrist will only heighten the sense of pleasure she feels when he finally buries himself inside of her.]

[Connor arches an eyebrow at her, but... well, if he feels through the Bond that there's too much pain, he can loosen it. He leans back in to kiss her, holding her close, and goes back to sliding his finger over her clit, before dipping it inside her slowly. He presses it in and out of her, curved to rub inside her, and sits back to watch her expression as he does so.

It's not just that she's beautiful like this, it's that he likes to see what he's doing to her. If he's watching her, he has an easier time telling if he's making her feel good or not. His eyes do wander down her body though. How could they not?]

[Her wrists twists slowly so that there is a little more friction pressed against her wrist but there is very little pain. It's a light discomfort, felt through her limbs and against the muscles in her thin frame.

Justine's lips part as a single digit glides over her clit. The pressure causes her hips to twitch on their own, pressing eagerly against the delicious fiction of his touch. Then he presses into her and a tremble shakes through her. She wants more. She wants to experience all of him, to drown in him and be over come by every inch of pleasure.

Connor

His name filled her thoughts, sharing her aching need with him.

Her teeth capture her cute lower lip as her gaze meets his. Everything frozen for a breath and Justine found herself captured and held by him. Her cheeks and breasts tint a rosy pink, her skin flushing beneath his gaze. At least in this moment, for as long as she can draw out the pleasure, she is completely and utterly his.

Sweet and erotic mewling whines catch in her throat as Connor builds upon her desires, making her ache for every depravity that she could think of. She let those images flood her thoughts and sent them to Connor so that he could see and experience the depth of need he inspired and how creative Justine could be.]

[With those images in mind, it's hard to hold back. Connor removes his finger and positions himself to press in, making sure it's slow. He wants Justine to feel every inch of him. As soon as he's buried in her he stops, and leans in to nip at her neck. The desire to mark her as his is there, and he silently asks if it's okay.

In the meantime, as his hips slowly start to move, he grabs beneath her thigh and holds on tightly, using his other arm to brace himself on the bed. He wants to start off slow, but he doesn't plan on keeping it that way for long.]

[Her lips part and she inhales a sharp breath of cool air. It hasn't been long since she'd felt him like this but it feels new again. Tendrils of pleasure curl through her, moving just as painfully slow as Connor.

She feels his desire for her through their Bond and against the curve of her neck as his teeth glide against her skin.] Harder. [She gasps, her wrists now pressing against the bind of his tie as her head falls back and her neck is bared to him.]

[He complies, digging his fingers into her skin harder as he moves roughly. He sucks and nips at her throat, leaving behind red and purple marks on her soft skin, and he relishes the way their Bond envelopes them. It's comforting, and heightens the pleasure to the point he gasps and moans Justine's name, pulling her closer and burying his face in her neck. He needs her, all of her. If it weren't for the Bond, he knows they still wouldn't feel close enough.]

[Justine gasps, as thrills of pleasure pulse through her. Her head swims and the sharp pinpricks of pain against her neck and at her wrists only heighten the sensations. It washes away all other feeling and allows her to drown in the euphoria of his touch.]

Connor. [She gasps his name as his hips continue to thrust. Their feels like electricity passing between them, sharp and overwhelming in all its wonderful sensations. He's inside of her and she feels it as keenly as if she'd been inside of him. Justine reaches for those sensations and accents them with her own pleasure, making it impossible to tell where one of the started and the other ends.]

Say my name. Connor!

[Her gasps are cut off as the heat thrilling through her begins to rise to a crescendo.]

[He pants against her skin as he nears climax, the pleasure coursing through the both of them almost too much to handle.]

Justine-

[He comes inside her with a gasp, fingers digging into her thigh hard enough to leave bruises later on. He keeps moving, riding it out, willing her to feel as good as he does through the Bond. His heart hammers in his chest, and he presses a needy kiss to her lips. His entire world is Justine right now. She's all he feels, hears, sees.]

[Her fingers sink into his shoulders as his pace and breath begins to quicken. A soft moan falls from her lips and she calls out his name, headless of who might have over heard them.

Her body tightens around him and her breath catches, choking her as her head swims and her vision darkens. Connor's mouth captures her own in a needy kiss and she returns it, breathless and yearning. She feels him inside of her and herself around him as if everything is doubled as his thrusts tease and prolong her release.]

Fuck.

[She gasps the word and breaks their kiss long enough to inhale, letting her vision focus on him. Her fingers rose from his shoulders and moved affectionately through his hair as she pulled him close, kissing him again.]

[He lets his hips slow as she kisses him again, and instead of pulling out he just lays on her as he is, wanting to stay inside her. He kisses back, rubbing his hand over her hip.]

I like the way that sounds when you say it.

[He kisses her neck.]

Say it again.

[She peers up at him through thick dark lashes, her breath exhaling in staggering uneven waves of heat.] Fuck. Connor. [She all but moans his name as his mouth trails fire down the smooth curve of her neck.]

You feel so good.

[She kisses his cheek and then his shoulder, whatever is in reach.]

I don't want to stop. I want more.

[Justine runs her fingers through his hair, teasing the ends until they're messy and out of place.]

I can go again if you want...

[He doesn't get tired, after all. He teases her, moving his hips slowly a few more times.]

Maybe if you ask nicely enough?

[He's learned to not bother fixing his hair after Justine has messed it up, so he just lets it fall in his face as he smirks at her.]

[Justine smiles, her lips slightly parted in breathless wonder at their entangled state. His breath is warm against her skin and delicate while, in contrast, his cock is hard and aching inside of her. He'd delved inside of her, reaching further into her heart than she thought possible.]

Mm. [She hums softly.] Pretty please?

[She looks up at him through long thick lashes as her tongue dances across her lips.]

We can do something new. Anything you want.

[Her hips rose and she gasps as she applies pressure to the sensitive nerves.]

Something new?

[He thinks on it, still slowly rocking his hips.]

What haven't we done yet? You can choose... I'm not really sure what there is.

[He's not as experienced as Justine, after all.]

[Justine gasps as he moves his hips, teasing the sensitive nerves within her. It's both a blessing and a curse that Connor is able to stay hard like this but it gives her an idea...]

There are many things. [She response breathlessly, her eyes looking up at him with a deep primal hunger.] Let me help you learn more.

I want you to explore me, find every place of pleasure but for as long as possible, you cannot let me orgasm. If I get to close you need to move on and find somewhere else and continue until I am begging you for release.

How does that sound?

[Connor studies her for a moment, then smiles.]

That sounds like fun.

[He pulls out slowly, and starts to kiss at her neck. He moves a hand up to her chest, teasing a nipple softly, before pinching it.]

Make sure you tell me how everything feels.

[Justine stifles a gasp as he slowly pulls out. The cool air is a stark contrast against the heat between her legs, sending a shiver of pleasure and need down her spine.

Oh, how she misses him already.]

I will.

I'll tell you everything.

[Her tongue wets her lips as his palm cups her breasts and teases its peak to a hard edge.] Use your mouth too. I love the way your tongue feels.

[Connor obliges, leaning in to suck gently at her other nipple, tongue tracing around it lightly. His tongue takes in useless information from the exchange, but he keeps going, until it's hard in his mouth. He pinches it with his lips, then starts to kiss down her stomach. He presses his lips to her hip, then down her inner thigh, nipping gently at the sensitive skin there.]

How is this?

[He says it before dragging his tongue up her thigh, eyes on hers and a slight smirk on his face.]

[Her pulse quickens and her chest begins to ache in the wake of his touch.

He is very good with his tongue.]

Ah-

[Her back arches and her thighs tremble beneath the heat of his tongue.]

Yes. That feels, very good.

[He's found one of the handful of spots that thoroughly teases her. Her entire body is already aching for him and they've only just started.]

[Connor hums to himself as he kisses back down between her legs, and curiously laps his tongue against the mess left behind from before. They really should clean up... but Connor wants to see Justine squirm. So he starts to lick and suck lightly at her clit, tongue soon slick and taking in information that he ignores once more.

His fingers trail down Justine's thigh, and he feels his cock twitch with want as he works. He can wait... but it'll be a test for them both.]

[Justine gasps for air as Connors tongue glides against the wet heat of her sex.

Her body twitches in response to each flick of his tongue against the sensitive bundle of nerves.] Oh. Connor.

Fuck.

[Her need mounts and she pushes it through their Bond letting Connor share in the torment he was so eagerly bestowing upon her. She wants him more than she wants to breathe but not yet.]

[Connor can't help the soft moan he lets out against her, his cock hardening further as Justine shares what he's doing to her. He keeps moving his tongue though, tracing shapes over her clit and shifting to slip a finger inside her. He's careful not to let her come this way, his movements slow enough to tease but still firm.

The Bond helps. As soon as he starts to feel it building up, he stops, pressing kisses to her thigh again instead while she cools down. And it's maddening, but at the same time the ache in his stomach is enjoyable.]

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