I nod. "I'll stay right here."
"And be quiet?" She arches a brow, the smile on her lips telling me that she's teasing.
"Would I really be me if I was quiet?"
"Excellent point." She leans in and presses a kiss to the base of my neck, her tongue lightly skating over my flesh. "How about you just sit there and keep your hands on your legs, then?"
I don't like this turn of events. Not touch Jade? She might as well tell me to stop breathing. Tell a starving man not to eat the banquet in front of him. "I can't put my hands on you? With these amazing breasts so close nearby, just begging to be touched? This is cruel and unusual punishment."
She turns slowly, grinding that plush, perfect ass against my cock as she does, and then gets to her feet. I let out a very un-corsair-like sound of protest as she does. Jade only gives me a sweet look, moving forward and putting her hands on my thighs. "Hands down, remember?"
"Cruel female."
"The cruelest," she agrees with a little toss of her hair. "Now be quiet, because you're distracting me." She moves down to my stomach, pressing a kiss there, and then moves lower again.
And I suddenly figure out where this is heading. Sweet. Keffing. Stars. Above. "Jade," I groan. "You magnificent creature."
She kisses up to the waist of my trou and then looks up at me. "You're supposed to be quiet, remember?"
"Quiet. Naturally." I can't help but tease one of those tiny straps down her shoulder, though. They barely look like enough to hold her breasts up, and sure enough, when the strap slides down her arm, her nipple practically spills out of the dress. "Well, well. Look what treasure I've uncovered."
I reach for her and she calmly puts my hand back on my leg. "You can touch me once I'm done with you."
Just another part of her teasing game, I suppose. I sigh mournfully, eyeing that pleasant little nipple. It's all puckered and tight and just waiting to be tasted. "I'm going to be doing so much keffing touching. Just you wait."
Jade quickly undoes the clasp on my belt and hits the button that makes the belt slither back into the buckle. It makes a snik noise, and then she tosses it aside. Next goes the auto-fastener over my groin, and she gives me a sly little look as she reaches for it. "Lots of touching, hmm?"
"So much," I breathe, distracted by how near she is to my cock. "So keffing much."
"It sounds like you want me to stop?" Her fingers trail up and down my cock in the lightest of touches. She outlines my length under my trou, where I'm straining against the material, and considers me with that same playful smile on her lips. "It'd be a shame to finish when I'm just getting started."
"Oh?" I croak.
"Mmmhmm." Jade flicks at the auto-fastener and it slides down, and my cock practically springs free from my trou. She looks up at me. "No underwear?"
"Nah. I prefer to travel the universe free-balling. Makes me less uptight," I joke. My fingers clutch at the legs of my trou as she carefully peels the fabric away from my hips, revealing my entire length and my sac. "You know who wears underclothes? Straik. Probably tight ones, too. Might explain why he's always in such a sour mood. He—"
"Adiron," Jade purrs, leaning in. "I'm about to put your cock in my mouth. The last thing I want to hear about is Straik and his underwear."
"Right," I say, dazed. "Sorry. Please continue."
Her gaze settles on the double piercing on the head of my cock. "Was this for anyone in particular?"
"You."
She looks up at me and her mouth twitches. "You didn't know I existed until a few days ago."
"Does it matter? I was just waiting for you to come into my life." I reach out and stroke her soft cheek, because I can't resist touching her again. "Most mesakkah get a piercing for their eventual mate. Doesn't matter that I just met mine. Everything below the belt is all yours."
She chuckles, leaning into my touch. "And above the belt?"
"All yours, too…but a lot less fun."
Jade shakes her head, her smile sweet and amused. "That's where you're wrong, love. I like all of you. Not just your admittedly impressive cock. I like your personality, and your smile." She leans forward and pokes the center of my chest. "I like this, too."
"My pectorals?"
"Your heart, you goof." She flicks me with her fingertip. "Now, can I please blow you properly, or are you going to continue to interrupt me?"
Now I'm confused. I draw my hands over my cock, shielding it. "You're going to hit me? There?" I knew humans were a little wild, but I don't know if I'd be into dick-smacking. It doesn't sound fun, no matter how much I try to imagine it.