<div class="floatleft">(http://i980.photobucket.com/albums/ae282/caela_ecub/Blondes/js1-1.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Keridwyn "Keri" Jones<br/><strong>Occupation:</strong>Pilot<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Her bunk, after the Shadow job<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Sue<br/><br/><hr/><br/><em> Now be a good girl and hold still...</em><br/><br/>At those words Keri's eyes went wide. He wanted her to hold still?! Just looking up at his face while he continued talking she wasn't sure how the hell she was going to manage that trick, but it was what he wanted so she'd try. She'd warned him it wasn't something she was good at though so if she didn't manage it entirely she just hoped he wouldn't be too disappointed. In order to try and do as he asked she let her hands drop to the sides of her bunks, her knuckles turning almost white as she gripped it fiercely and barely managed to whimper, Yes, Sir.<br/><br/>By the time she had managed to speak his lips were already exploring her flesh. Each kiss, each small lick along the tan lines on her skin making her shiver under him, her body tight and trembling as she tried to simply hold still and resist the urge to writhe and press up toward the hard length she could just feel brushing her at random moments while he leaned the taste of her skin. The man surely knew how to drive her mad and he was barely touching her!<br/><br/>She wanted him, she didn't care that he knew it. So close to her skin there was no way he could have missed the scent of need rising from her...hell she could smell it herself! He was still talking but a lot of what he said was simply lost in the haze of desire clouding her mind. Most of it didn't seem to require anything more than a whimper or a groan to show that she'd heard him, and when his mouth actually closed on her pussy she couldn't manage anything more! The first swipe of his tongue over that tender flesh and she couldn't help it, her hips bucked and a wordless cry filled the room while her fingers clenched even tighter around the frame of her bunk!<br/><br/><em>"Don't you come until I tell you.  Ya'll hold back until I give you permission, understand?  You just squirm and writhe and moan and groan and beg and plead and 'sir' for me, understand, sweetie?"</em><br/><br/>With his mouth on her and his fingers inside of her working her like a damned violin he didn't want her to come?! A strangled sound of frustration filled her throat but at least he'd said she could move again! Still she stared at him in disbelief and hissed, Un..der..stoodSir! Why. Do. You. Hateme. Sir?! she all but wailed the last as her hips rolled, pressing to his mouth, not really thinking about what she was saying, just knowing he was attacking her pussy like a virtuoso and denying her the release she so desperately wanted. She heard a string of words coming out of her mouth but if asked later, she'd have no idea what she said. She recognized "Sir" and would suppose later that she'd begged, or simply growled her need, maybe cursed that he wouldn't let her come (though she wouldn't have actually cursed<em>him</em>) while her body writhed and pressed under him, clearly seeking more than he was giving her as he made her dance on that edge!<br/><br/>Then she heard it, he told her to come and his voice seemed to sink deep into her brain. It was like his voice was some sort of a trigger at that moment and his simple words flipped a switch inside of her. Nearly arching off her own bunk a wail filled the room, and perhaps filtered out to the hallway beyond (she didn't care), as her body shook so hard with release that it felt as if she would shake her own flesh apart! While she continued to shiver and small shocks ran through her, she felt him moving away and realized her eyes were closed only because she had to open them to see him rising above her. Watching him, she couldn't stop the satisfied smile that curved her lips while she relished the languor that suffused her flesh.<br/><br/><em>"I ain't done with you, girl.  I'm just gettin' started.  I still got some energy to work off before I need me some rest.  Unless, o' course, you ain't got no more stamina and need some rest your own self."</em><br/><br/>Done? Gods I hope you ain't done Sir! she practically purred while he put her hands on the drawstring of his pants. She didn't have to be told what to do, she simply loosened the ties and pushed on the waisteband while looking up and holding his gaze with her own, her voice low and still edged with desire. I don't want you to be done, Sir, til you're totally satisfied with your visit and<em>this</em>doesn't seem satisfied yet, Sir, she said, letting her fingertips stroke the length of him that she'd just freed.