Her hand came up, making him look at her again as she held his jaw. Feeling her nails scrape the skin. The way their gazes met. It made his cock jerk in those boxers. He nearly groaned as her sultry voice came to his ears with a sort of purr. -I'm not your toy- oh. He begged to differ. Well. Toy. She would soon be his slut. Even if it was temporary. The need she had flared up in him. He was sure that it was equally daunting in her. With each word she seemed to come closer. Already he pushed the button on the panel once more so the door closed. She warned him not to overstep. He nearly smirked. He was sure her limits would be few. She gave off that inclination. And yes, this was a consensual thing. He'd never want it any other way.<br/><br/>She was candid. He was probably blunt as his warm voice responded. "As long as you let me fuck that lovely ass Phae...". That erection pulsed under her fingertips as she pushed on it. As soon as her fingers spread, his right hand came up, giving that round rear a slap. More of a swat, a slow action. Not meant to sting, just meant to tease. The sensation of her body under his hand. That ass so soft yet so firm. This time he did groan lightly. Just as she pushed her tongue against his lips. He nipped at it. Sucking that tongue, playing catch for the few seconds she let him. He pushed himself against her too. But then she stepped back.<br/><br/>It was like a slow classical dance. With each step back she took, he took a step forward. Her hand still on that throbbing bulge. His hand still on that ass. Her words weren't registering. Not anymore. When she ended up next to one single lower bunk, his slipped both his hands up her sides to the front of the overall. With a slight grunt he tore it open. He was pushing against her again. His thick bulge blocking the lowest button to pop open. But her body was suddenly on full display. Heavy breasts heaving in a tight bra with a hint of lace on the edges, the top of her skimpy little thong visible. He pushed the overall down her arms, just a little, to slightly restrict movement. Then he pushed her back, sort of forcing her to drop onto the bed. As it was a single she would sort of sit. Or be half reclined. He didn't care. He followed her down enough to kiss her lips. A quick kiss, but his tongue would push into her mouth if she opened her full lips.<br/><br/>His fingers slipped to the straps of her bra. Pushing them down as their tongues dueled. Just to where the overall still was. Releasing some of the strain they had to hold up that glorious chest. He pulled the bra down far enough over those breasts to cup them. Index fingers and thumbs teasing the nipples. His lips pulling back to look. "Ah. Fuck.". His right hand again the perpetrator, pulling back to land a quick slap against the side of her breast.<br/><br/>The man sank to his knees in front of her. Right hand slipping down further to tug at her hip, signaling he wanted her to close the distance between them. His mouth planting little kiss on her jaw, along her neck, over her collarbone. He looked at her face as she felt his breath over her left nipple. The right breast still teased by his hand. "I need to fuck you... Phae." A mere whisper as his tongue slipped underneath the nipple, to teasingly push up. He left a wet spot on that nub of flesh. A spot where she'd feel his breath with more effect. "I need to fucking taste you..." with that his lips kissed the nipple. A quick peck. "Tongue that cunt and that tight little ass..." his mouth engulfed it now. Slow suction. Was there a graze of teeth too? Surely his tongue pressuring it.<br/><br/>The commodore. He didn't care anymore. Didn't care that he had taken this corvette for a span of time alone. He was escaping the burden of command for a week. And now. That escape would be more perfected. By this buxom Auroun. She didn't even know who he was. Would she have this dalliance if he had realized she was going to fuck the most powerful man the whole sector? Most people would scare if they saw him. Would be obvious in their submission. Her lack of knowledge would make her challenging. Demanding. No hierarchy between them. Well. Other than a bastard and his slut. Or a bitch and her stud. Or whatever the combination. He moaned at that thought. Using the vibrations to add to the sensations as he worked her nipple. His eyes closing at that.