Tierney's steaming, sticky wetness rubbed on Tausson's stomach, making his organ -- no, his cock -- harden even more. Her hair fell around them like a curtain, blocking out the light and making her words hang in the hot air.

Tausson felt her slide his arm out of his mechasuit, and grab his hands to pull him up. He tried to draw her naked body against his, but she stepped away, smiling as she guided him across the room to lie on the couch. Again he reached for her, but she pushed his arms above his head and held them against the cushions in an obvious command to stay. He could have easily overpowered her, but now it was her turn to show him how to make love, and he was desperate to learn.

She got on all fours over him, tracing his face with a trail of kisses, then moving lower, down his throat, to the middle of his chest. Her hair was like tiny fingers, tickling as it glided over his face. He felt her hot breath on his nipple, and when she lightly bit down he cried out, a burning wave of fire coursing through his body. She did the same to the other, and he bit his lip, blood rushing into his cock. She was so close above him that it tapped against her smooth stomach, and she pressed down lightly on it, locking it against her skin and rocking her hips. The teasing motion was maddening, and he reached for her, wanting to guide her onto him.

"Uh-uh," she said playfully, leaning back to take his hands off her hips and return them to where she had placed them. She whispered something in his ear, and even though he couldn't understand it, he heard the promise in it. Steeling himself against his need, he kept his hands still, eager to know what she would do next.

Hovering over him on all fours again, she continued her oral exploration of his body. Her breath and lips were like hot coals, singeing his skin with a blissful pain that made his mind whirl with craving. And always her hair, following her kisses, falling across him like a cool balm, stimulated every nerve until his entire body sang for her.

The farther down she traveled, the tighter his cock became. When her face was hardly an inch from his shaft, she parted her hair and gazed up at him with a devilish knowing in her eyes. He tried to guess what she was hinting at, but not in his wildest dreams could he have ever imagined her tongue painting a broad, wet stroke around his erection.

His head fell back as his body spasmed with pleasure. Her mouth closed around his balls, and his cock threatened to burst, even leaking a trickle of seed down his shaft. When Tierney's tongue ran up to lick the drips, Tausson moaned, clutching the couch cushions in his fist as he fought the urge for release.

She kissed the tip of his cock and smiled that devilish smile again. Then, driving him to new heights of desperation, she closed her mouth around him and slid her wet mouth down.

Though it was still being inside her, having his cock in her mouth was nothing like being in her pussy. Her hot breath steamed against his skin, while her lips and tongue danced back and forth. His own hips rocked gently, adding his own motion to hers, and when he felt the back of her throat push against his peak, he bit down hard on his own lips, not wanting the rhapsody of aching pleasure to end.

Sliding her mouth off of him, she once again straddled him, bringing her pussy to the very tip of his cock. Having her there, so tantalizingly close, yet not wrapped around him, was too much. Without realizing what he was doing, he gripped her hips and slammed her body down onto his. Her eyes widened in surprise at his demand, but they burned with the same hunger he felt, and she smiled, gripping his hands in her own.

Just like before, she fit him perfectly, and he groaned in delight as his cock crashed against her inside wall. Even though having her on him slaked some of his desire, because he was on his back he couldn't move as freely as he wished. She was setting the speed of their motions, and she ground slowly into him, rocking her hips in circling motions.

Tierney tugged at his hands, bringing them up her sides and to her breasts. He hadn't had the presence of mind to explore them himself, but now he cradled their weight, feeling her nipples stiff against his palms. They were more glorious than he'd imagined they would be. Too big for his hands, they spilled over, and he tightened his grip, squeezing the firm spheres of flesh.

Leaving him to his own discoveries, she slid one of her hands down to her pussy, rubbing the swollen mound just above where his cock was buried within her. He felt the pressure of her fingers through her body, and he cried out, almost exploding inside her. She smiled at him, and he wished he knew what she was saying when she whispered to him, but a moment later he guessed what her words had meant.

Closing her eyes, her face tight with concentrated pleasure, she continued rubbing herself but also rocked her hips up and down, giving Tausson the friction he so desperately needed. Sliding his hands down her body, he gripped her hips and pounded his cock up into her, crazed by the sensation of having his whole self inside her over and over again.

"Tausson!" she cried, her mouth hanging open, her eyes closed, her hair cascading around her. She had never looked so beautiful, and his name had never sounded so powerful.

"Tierney!" he whispered in reply, repeating her name again and again with every thrust.

Her body stilled, going stiff, and he felt her clench and squeeze around his cock like she had before, sucking the seed out of him, drenching him with her oil. He had no choice but to give in, flooding her, filling her, wanting this feeling to never end, wanting to live inside her, to never be divided again.

She fell upon him, her breasts pressed between them, her hair falling over them like a blanket, his cock slowly softening inside her. She spoke again, and although he still didn't have his translator, he knew what she said, and he repeated it to her.

"I love you."