Nova Williams lives and works on the space station in Delta Quadrant Four. She spends most of her time keeping to herself and working on developing new designs for her sexbot company. When one of Nova's androids get returned by a regular customer, s...
His soft lips pressed firmly against her own, as if his determination had been tempered by his gentleness. She could feel his fingers softly brushing against the nape of her neck, sending shocks of desire across her body. All Nova could hear was her heart beat; she could feel it pounding against her chest, completely overwhelmed with the sensations she was feeling.
As he pulled away to look into her eyes with a fierce intensity, her thoughts stopped. The air left her lungs and time halted for a moment. Her tongue quickly moistened her lips. His eyes followed.
Then he was upon her.
He owned her in his fierce kiss, his initial timidness completely gone. Suddenly, fingers tangled in her hair while his tongue explored her mouth. Even her breathy sighs couldn't escape his domination. Although she knew his ardour was a well-practised, programmed thing, it still felt all encompassing... special. She felt connected to him. Wanted by him.
Mark quickly picked her up with his firm hands, encouraging her legs to wrap around him. The position rubbed her rough overalls against her core, heightening her pleasure at his contact, while his grip firmly guided her body to grind against his own. She moaned into his mouth at the feeling, clinging onto him tightly while his caresses roamed her body.
He moved them swiftly to the workbench, still carrying her in his arms. When he got there, he held her with one arm, so that he could reach around with the other to swipe everything off, creating a space for the both of them. All Nova heard was the crashing of blueprints and tools hitting the floor, before she felt the solid surface of her workbench against her back.
Nova frantically grabbed the soft cotton of his shirt and pulled him down with her on the bench. Legs spread, his solid build fit perfectly between her, making the heat of her body drive up a notch. Their passion intensified as they both started working on the buttons of her clothes. He broke the kiss with a grunt of frustration when it took too long and began trying to tug down her clothes, while she was still working on the last button. She felt so wet, so desperate for him to touch her that she could see her hands shake.
His tongue licked against her throat as his teeth left their mark, while he worked her legs out of her clothes. He knew he was meant to go slower, that he was meant to let a woman's passion build, but he couldn't stop his exploration of her. This was Nova beneath him, finally responding to his fingers, his mouth, his tongue. He wanted all of her desire for himself.
"Look at you," his voice was hoarse, eyes blazing with passion as it skimmed across her body, "Look at how perfect you are." Nova's face flushed with heat, watching as his hands glided down to the apex of her thighs. Her hips bucked against his touch, while Mark watched her every move.
"Kiss me." She whispered with a husky voice.Nova raised her arms, her fingers gripping his shoulders, trying to bring him back to her lips.
His eyes flashed with desire and mischief.
"Of course." He rumbled from deep within his chest.
Spreading her soft legs wider, he lowered his face to the most sensitive part of her, his actions confident and with purpose. If he had blood, he knew it would be boiling. He fantasised what it would be like if he could taste her, scent her, or feel her. The idea alone had him addicted. He wanted her to come apart from his touch, so that he could watch her feel pleasures he could only dream of.
Holding her hips steady, he buried his face in her sex and kissed her in her most intimate place. Her body arched in pleasure and shock, her fingers running through his soft hair. Nova moaned her desire as he determinedly licked and sucked her clit.
"Please," Nova chanted from her bitten lips. She didn't know what she was begging him for, just that she didn't want him to stop, "please!"
He kept his focus on her clit with his tongue, while he began to gently brush against her entrance with his fingers, spurred on by Nova's moans and gasps. A firm, thick finger filled her, covering it in her slickness and heat. He continued his onslaught, aroused by her passion and abandon for him, licking her while he spread her moisture across her core.
How he wished he could taste her.
Feeling her start to clench around his finger, he pushed in another and began a come-hither motion, pressing his fingertips against the place that he knew would make her come screaming. He picked up his pace, and nipped, sucked and licked with renewed determination.
She looked down to watch him pull and tease her plump clit into his mouth, as his fingers, shining with her moisture, pumped into her. Nova couldn't stop her hips rising and grinding against his tongue, driving her pleasure to new heights.
"Mark!" She thrashed against the workbench, desperately trying to find something to hold on to. His tongue lashed against her, until her body shook with sparks of rapture, feeling herself build towards orgasm. Nova hadn't felt this pleasure in so long, the intensity of his touch becoming too much, too good for her to handle. "Please," Her voice was broken with desire, her senses overloaded with passion. She could feel her sensitive nipples brush against her soft vest, her thighs shaking under his touch. The hot, building pressure bubbled to a fever pitch, her body feeling like she was about to come apart. "I'm coming! Don't stop, please, don't stop!" Her broken gasps seemed to drive him on, pushing in another finger to stretch her to her limit, pumping inside her wet heat while his eyes never left her face.
"Nova, come for me." He demanded between his strokes, his voice deep and powerful.
With a throaty moan, Nova came apart, her body shaking with the fulfilment. Mark continued to pump his fingers, dragging out her orgasm as he watched her skin flush and quiver, her lungs desperately gasping for air. As she came down from her high, he licked her juices from his fingers, noting the changes in her body as she began to relax.
Lifting her heavy eyelids, she glanced down to see Mark gazing back at her with glowing blue eyes and a smirk. With the euphoria pumping through her blood, she smiled back tenderly to him in satisfaction.
Carefully, he pushed her further up the workbench, so that he could crawl up and rest against her, his hips placed deliciously between her legs. He held her head in his hands as he lent down to kiss her slowly, his tongue delving into her mouth, teasing her with the heady taste of herself.
She felt boneless and sated, but could feel the beginnings of arousal slowly dance across her skin and coil in her belly. It was as if a new hunger was building inside of her. Now that she knew what being with him felt like, she was driven to have more then just a taste.
But as she broke the kiss to whisper to him, she heard the shrieking of clawed metal from the workshop entrance. Her fingers gripped his arms from the shock of the noise; a sickening sound that brought immense fear and shock to her soul.
In a flash, Mark left her, dashing out the room. As her skin pebbled from the chill, Nova's heart began to race when she heard crashes and yelling. Grabbing the nearest tool to hand, Nova ran from the room half naked.
