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J'avet slid a hand under my shirt and ran it lightly over the front of my bra. Through the fabric, he pinched my nipple.
I twitched, but made no effort to pull away. The slight sensation of pain drove a knot of arousal right to my core.
His hand was still in my hair while the other started on working down the zipper on the front of my shirt. Lucky I hadn't put on the one with a bajillion buttons on the front this morning.
I slipped out of my shirt and somehow my bra joined it a moment later. Evidently J'avet was better with those than Slek. I hadn't even felt him unhook it.
My pants went next, then my panties, until I was naked and J'avet was still fully dressed.
"Your turn," I said. I helped him with his shirt, then leaned my head back to get a good look. He was as muscular as the other guys. Every bit of him was covered in the same fine fur as his face, but it did nothing to hide the definition of his abs, or his biceps. His stomach was flat and smooth, down to the V of his hips. Those disappeared into his pants until I pushed down the zipper and worked them off.
They were the same type of underpants he'd worn in the infirmary. At least until he tugged them down and out of the way.
I blinked at the expanse of smoothness at his groin. He had a plate of bone, like an eyelid across his pubic area.
"So," I drew the word out, "how does this work?"
He smiled and the plate of bone slid up, retracting into his belly as though it had never been.
Gingerly, I put out a hand, but I could barely feel where it had gone. Only a hint of something hard, as long as my hand, gave any sign of it.
"That's amazing," I marvelled. Also pretty amazing was the erect cock which had hidden under the plate. "How the hells did you fit that under there?"
For the first time since I'd met him, he grinned.
"Just one of those things." He gripped my hair tighter and jerked my head back so he could kiss my neck again.
His other hand, he dipped between my legs. With slow, firm strokes, he rubbed at my clit and entrance with his whole hand.
I moaned and started to buck against his hand.
He pushed one of my legs aside more and pressed his hand inside me. No finger-at-a-time, for him. No, he shoved in every finger and he shoved it hard.
"You're so warm, so wet already," he said, as if he talked about the weather.
"I try," I said breathlessly.
Before I could say another word, he yanked his hand out and turned me away from him. He pushed me forward until my upper body lay over the nearest console. His hand tight in my hair, he guided his cock to my entrance and slammed into me.
I gasped out loud at the sudden, almost violent penetration. He was big too, bigger than Slek. When he pounded harder and harder, I was sure he'd split me in two.
He groaned with the effort and slammed into me deeper, until each thrust filled me with delicious pain.
"J'avet," I said breathlessly. I drew closer and closer to coming, but not over the edge. Whatever he was doing, somehow it wouldn't quite let me orgasm. I was on the brink one moment and back from the brink in another. Then on the brink again.
He grunted and tugged on my hair until I had to throw my head back to keep him from tearing out my curls. He was definitely the one in charge here. Strangely, I didn't mind letting go, letting him do whatever he wanted to my body.
He slowed a little and his spare hand snaked around to pinch my nipple again. He gripped it and twisted so hard I cried out in pain and pleasure.
That drove him harder and faster than ever.
He squeezed my nipple so tight tears sprang to my eyes. That was what it took to drive me all the way over the edge, into the most intense, powerful orgasm I'd ever had. I was lost in a whirlpool of pleasure that sucked me in, held me under and turned me every which way.
A trickle of water made it last even longer. Or maybe I came again. It was so close to the first time, I couldn't tell. It didn't matter.
J'avet moaned and ground into me as he came too. His wet heat flooded my pussy. His moans flooded the rest of me, every nerve in my body tingling with a mixture of my pleasure and his.
Then he sagged against my back and finally let go of my hair.
