By all that was holy (and unholy, just to cover all the bases), Nebula wanted her so badly.  His cock-teasing produced the desired effect from his hummingbird, although in this instance, she was doing a whole lot more than just humming.  It was pure torment for him, as he wished to be inside of her.  Completely.  Chryseum, he already knew, was aware of this without him having to say a word.  His entire being ached for her, not just his genitalia.  Being inside of her granted an absolute fulfillment, of both body and soul.  In those moments, he always felt at one with her.<br/><br/>With her hot and willing body right there in front of him, ready for the taking, what exactly was he waiting for?  Such patience.  Such willpower.  Such idiocy.  So why the tease?  Because Nebula knew that the sexual rage developing within her would result in an intense satisfaction for them both.  Woe to her target when Chryseum was in full arousal mode.  Her partner, however, never minded being that target.  Relished it, as a matter of fact!<br/><br/>She remembered, he thought, while still playing the prick-tease.  Although muffled, he was still able to understand his cricket’s cries of<i>don’t stop please don’t stop oh god I want you.  </i>Neither Nowak nor Draper were impressed with complaints stemming from their, erm, noisy exclamations of passion.  Her moans and groans always sounded sexy.  A total turn-on.  His moans and groans, on the other hand, always sounded stupid.  At least to him.  So Nebula made it a point so only she would be able to hear his voices of ecstasy.<br/><br/>A sexual hurricane was on its way, the path already chosen.  It just lingered for the time being, gathering momentum, preparing for a dynamic assault.  Knees lifting her with sheets firmly gripped, Nebula knew that as far as the impending hurricane was concerned, there was hell to pay.  And he had the currency.<br/><br/>Sure enough, she thrust backwards with an emphatic<i>Oh fuck, babe</i>thrown in.  It was a forceful advancement, and a most welcome one at that.  With her decisive action completed, Nebula nearly lost his load right then and there; it felt so good.  There was always a time for subtlety.  This, however, was not one of those times.  His seashell made damn sure of that.<br/><br/>Now finally within where he needed to be in the first place, Nebula set a slow, comfortable pace.  Gripping her hips and also admiring her ass, he first paused and leaned in toward her left ear.  “Not sure if I mentioned today how much I love you,” he whispered, stoking her fires.  “But guess what?  I still do!”  Nebula said this as if there was any other choice.  Far from it.  Chryseum meant the world to him.  Correction.  Chryseum was, and always would be, his World.  He resumed his casual rhythm.<br/><br/>Oh, the things she did to him.