her hips up for better access, she seemed to pop the button in one flick of the wrist, yanking down the zipper to start pushing the thick fabric down her hips.
Dojan kissed her sweetly for the help, and gently took over from there. He slid her pants past her knees until she could finally spread her thighs and kick them off, sending the pants tumbling to the floor. She began undressing him in kind, her mouth a smile as she had a much easier time with his button.
As he also lost his pants and took the initiative to step out of his underwear, he looked down upon Stephine and realized that she was still swamped in her flannel shirt. Not to mention, she was wearing entirely too much underwear.
Hooking the thin piece of fabric with his fingers, he slowly pulled them down just far enough to reveal her perfect triangle hidden underneath.
“What?” she said when he stopped to look. “Are all of the women on your planet bare, or something?”
“Or something,” he breathed, pulling her underwear away to reveal more. While it was a relief to see that their anatomy was nearly identical, he couldn’t help but marvel at how neat she was compared to his people. For a woman who wore work pants and shirts three sizes too big, she was immaculate.
“Here,” Stephine said, sighing as she properly squirmed out of her panties and spread her naked legs around him. “Better?” she asked.
“Oh,” he chuckled, shaking his head as he ran a hand up her thigh. “It doesn’t get any better than this.”
If she found anything exceptional about his body, she wasn’t saying. Not that Dojan was worried – he’d always been told that he was an exceptionally good lay. Well, at least by Saros standards.
“Verdomme,” Stephine hissed, twisting against the bed as Dojan slipped his hands under her shirt and firmly felt her out. “Stop teasing,” she demanded, her hands finding his wrists, stopping him.
“Heh,” he grinned, licking his lips at the beauty beneath him. She wasn’t small, not the slender slight of a woman that so many Saros women brought up on the sea grew to be. Rather, Stephine’s body was a physical embodiment of the threat behind her glares and grimaces; she was toned, her muscles flexing as she stretched and curved under his pale hands. “You first,” he whispered, bending to kiss her hip.
“Oh, I can tease,” she warned with a smirk, reaching out a hand to grip his dick. He hissed when she wrapped her fingers around it, pumping before he’d even had a chance to just enjoy her touch alone.
“Fine,” he growled, dropping low to the bed as he shuffled backwards a bit. He went too far for Stephine, and though he regretted losing her hand, he was even more excited for her reaction to one of his best talents.
Glancing up as he pressed a final kiss to her inner thigh, he bent between her legs.
“Gah!” Stephine gasped. She hadn’t been expecting him to kiss her there, he could tell, and he wondered if this was uncommon among the people of Earth. Still, she was moaning and groaning, her back arching to every swipe of his tongue, and it only made Dojan want to pleasure her more.
“D-Dojan,” she whimpered, her fingers scratching at the bed. He’d never heard her utter his name so desperately, and it made him throb against the blanket. “I-I’m not going to last,” she swallowed, panting. “Come up.”
He pulled away with a final kiss, and grinned, “Who would I be to keep a lady waiting?”
“Only the worst type of alien,” she rolled her eyes, grabbing his shoulders to force him up faster.
“Well then,” he chuckled. But she wasn’t hearing it – the moment he was above her again, she pulled him into a kiss. Dojan only deepened it, grinding against her as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders.
He entered her naturally, lining himself up while he distracted her with hungry kisses and a hand rubbing her breast. She only moaned when he pushed against her, and he had to turn his head to breathe as he pushed into her velvet heat.
“That good?” she huffed sarcastically.
“Better,” he growled, his eyes closed while he just felt.
Stephine, though – she was insatiable.
“Move,” she bucked against him, and he gasped at the spark that it sent up his dick. He couldn’t help it – he started thrusting.
“Yes,” Stephine sighed, hanging on as Dojan finally let loose.