<div class="floatright">(http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y156/jillvader/mw-nmfkmpdamianharper_zpsbd84705d.jpg)</div><strong>Damian Harper (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=207352.msg10168756#msg10168756)</strong><br/><strong>Dark Star Dropship - Engineering</strong><br/><strong>Tagged: Allia Rowe</strong><br/><hr/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">She never had to utter a word to enchant, he had learned that a long time ago. Lieutenant Rowe was a passionate woman, evidenced by the way she spread herself for him and responded with the soft moans and groans that left her throat with that delectable, feminine tone. Neither of them were once to speak much when they explored one another, and those last taunting words from Damian marked the last of what he would voice. Nothing else needed to be said. He wasn't one for dirty talk most of the time, and teasing her had gone on long enough. He couldn't resist the prospect of preparing her so diligently, however. But, he would refrain. Both of them were hard up for more than just a single go, he knew her more than well enough to realize that on sight. As such, their first romp would be one to settle the blazing inferno into a comfortable campfire. He knew of plenty of ways to rouse those flames up again soon after...<br/><br/>His hands had come to rest upon her thighs as she seemed to eagerly put herself on display. The sight was a magnificent one, as always, and Damian possessed no shame when it came to the sexual. He let his strict eyes take in every detail of her form they could, free from embarrassment and surprisingly comfortable with her. His lips continued to stimulate the peaks of her chest for a few moments longer, before they abandoned that attack and proceeded further down. His knees bent and his ties were soon upon her nethers. Rough palms had settled on the inside of her legs, caressing the delightfully supple flesh. Thumbs soon trailed closer inward, tenderly latching onto either petal of her moist flower. He spread her eagerly, letting the brunt of his tongue assault her senses with long, fluid strokes. Her taste was as he remembered it; acquired and delicious. He did not pause for a moment, instead using her feedback to guide his efforts. And index finger lingered on the top of her slender slit, pulling at the flesh to reveal a throbbing little nub that soon received loving care from the tip of his flicking tongue.<br/><br/>When he could hold back no longer, he rose up again, gliding the attentions of his kisses up along her slender body until they reached her lips. One set of digits had slowly and passionately pierced her by that point, pushing deeply inside of her to make certain she did not grow lonely in the intervening moment. His fingers coated in her sweet nectar, he brought them along his steel shaft as an added aid, before planting the thick, bulbous head against her heated core. An intense groan slipped from the clanner as he sheathed himself with a hard, sudden thrust. At first, only his crown had pierced beyond her outer folds, but it only took a few thrusts to ease the entry and impale her on his full length and, perhaps more importantly, his thick girth. Hands would grip her body firmly, holding her in place on the chair as his hips slapped against her with ferocity. He was going to make sure the glanced request she had given him was met, and that she was going to get that hard, stress-relieving "fuck" she desired.</div>