<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;">It definitely didn't escape his notice how Allia responded to his touch; it never did. As powerful a hold as it gave him over her, being able to touch her in whatever way he pleased, explore her body with lust and curiosity, he was no different. Every subtle little sound that escaped her throat. Every increase in the throbbing of her heart. Every time her nipples would harden to tight buttons. Whenever the scent of her luscious nectar would reach his nostrils. Whether she did so intentionally or not, the lieutenant had him under her spell as much as he did her. It was hard, finding chemistry like that. He had never explored anything more than the sexual between them, partly because he didn't think there was anything more than professional and physical. In a way, that was liberating. In another way, he felt as though that was a shame. But, such matters would only complicate things and as things stood, it was still easy for them to be stubbornly at odds over what the company should be doing, while Kari tried to find some kind of compromise. While he would never admit it, he had always admired her dedication and strength of will.<br/><br/>Whatever the motivation, hearing her voice rife with need was enough to push him further. A part of him wanted to savor it, another part of him wanted to claim her. His mind was quick to note there was plenty of time for both. Knowing her, she would prove insatiable, and she always knew exactly how to get him to go that one time more... and again... and again. His middle finger had slowly plunged deeper inside of her, passing her not drenched folds to pierce her flower. The tip of the digit arced forward as best it could, allowing him to caress a rough patch that he knew would electrify her. His lips had ascended to her jaw, even nipping at her earlobe while his other digits fondled her lovely bosom.<br/><strong>"You need this badly... Don't you?"</strong> he questioned rhetorically, as he knew the answer to that question all too well.<br/><br/>Without delay, his booted foot pushed against one side of her chair, allowing it to spin 180 degrees before it was stopped by the opposite sole. This allowed him to easily turned the young woman around in his grasp and force her down into the comfortable seat. Palms slammed into either side of the arms, allowing him to lean closer and claim her lips. Intensity and ferocity were palpable as he refused to let her tiers go until he had had his fill of their soft, delicate nature. When they finally parted, his hands took their time to descend along her delicious frame, eventually gripping the seam of her opened flight suit to pull it free from her legs. The expensive garment was casually tossed aside while the man began to undo the bonds that kept his now excruciatingly tight pants shut. With a belt undone, he stripped what was left of his clothes away and revealed that he matched her in arousal.<br/><br/>His shaft was erect and hard, needy for the attention she could bestow upon it. He closed the distance between them again, wanting to feel her naked skin to his own. Soft, delicate and warm, it was impossible to resist as he used his body to pin her non-aggressively to the seat. Hands explored her, as well as his lips, which had taken to descending from hers and her neck, to the apex of her chest. Suction and the flicking of his tongue were his weapons of choice as he stimulated her nipples and sought to make her beg for release.</div>