Chapter 643: Every Part Of It Is Important!

He gripped hard... fingers sinking deep into the soft, elastic flesh, spreading the cheeks, kneading them with open, greedy appreciation.

The smooth skin, the resilient give, the way the muscle beneath flexed when she tensed under his hands... he enjoyed every bit of it without holding back.

He rubbed his palms in slow, possessive circles, then let his fingers dip into her ass crack, brushing his hands thoroughly over the tight pucker of her rear hole and lower, where the soft dark curls and slick heat of her pussy began.

Every firm squeeze and deliberate stroke of his hands on her ass made Veylara’s breath hitch against his mouth; every time his fingers brushed closer to her still-sensitive pussy her hand around his cock tightened in reflex, giving him another perfect, unintentional stroke.

Sol growled low in approval and kissed her again.

His tongue pushed past her lips and played with hers, stroking, curling, inviting her to answer even though she still had no practiced technique to offer.

Every time she made a small sound into the kiss he answered by squeezing her ass harder or rolling his hips so that the thick head of his cock dragged more firmly along the slick, slightly bushy lips of her pussy.

The dual sensation of her fist stroking him and her pussy rubbing against him was rapidly becoming dangerous to his control.

But he still took his time.

Letting her continue the slow, obedient strokes along his cock while the cold water and hot skin created a contrast that only heightened every sensation.

Long minutes passed in the cool silver water with nothing but the wet sounds of their kiss, the soft slap of water against their joined bodies, and the quiet, filthy friction of her hand moving along his cock while his hands thoroughly, greedily enjoyed every inch of her strong, mature ass.

He spread the cheeks open, pressed a finger lightly against the tight rear entrance without pushing in, then returned to kneading the full curves with open satisfaction.

The elastic give of her flesh under his strength, the knowledge that he could handle her as roughly as he wanted without fear of truly hurting a Layer 4 body, let him finally stop holding back.

Only when both of them were breathing harder and the wet sounds of the kiss had grown openly filthy did Sol finally break away.

Veylara’s lips were swollen again. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, full breasts shifting with every inhale, dark red nipples tight and glistening.

A faint flush had spread across her cheeks and the upper slopes of her chest. When she spoke,, her voice was noticeably rougher than before, which was a pretty good sign of her arousal.

"...Is this really necessary?" she asked, still breathless. "All of this... touching and... and the rest?"

Sol met her eyes without flinching and nodded, completely sincere.

"It is. Every part of it is important. This is how a man and a woman learn each other’s bodies before the real fucking begins. We have to do it."

Veylara held his gaze for a moment longer, then gave another small, shy nod... the expression so at odds with her usual cold dignified face was enough to snap the last thin thread of Sol’s patience.

He could not hold back.

He surged forward and kissed her again, but this time he did not stay on her mouth.

He kissed the corner of her lips, then her cheek, the high ridge of her cheekbone, the soft skin beside her eye, the bridge of her nose.

He scattered open-mouthed kisses across her entire face as if determined to erase every trace of the distant, untouchable Warchief and leave only the flushed, breathing woman underneath.

While he did it he hugged her tighter, crushing her bare body against his so that the soft, heavy weight of her breasts and the tight peaks of her nipples dragged constantly across the hard plane of his chest.

The sensation of those full tits massaging against him with every small movement fed the ache in his cock until it throbbed almost painfully in her loose grip.

When he had finally had enough of her face he moved lower.

His mouth found the sweat-damp skin of her neck, and showered more wet kisses, not feeling satisfied, he latched on without mercy.

He sucked hard... hard enough to draw blood to the surface, hard enough to leave dark, unmistakable marks on her throat.

Veylara’s head tipped back with a sharp inhale, exposing more of her throat.

Sol took the invitation without mercy. He sucked dark, possessive marks into her neck... one after another, he would bite spot, sooth the spot with his tongue, then sucked another mark beside it, thoroughly claiming the tanned skin.

Meanwhile one of her hands still obediently stroked his cock while the other gripped his shoulder for balance.

He left a trail of wet, possessive hickeys down the side of her neck, across the junction of shoulder and throat, biting and sucking with open hunger.

Because she was Layer 4 he did not worry about being too rough. He marked her deliberately, thoroughly, until the proud skin of the Warchief carried clear evidence of his mouth.

Only when he was satisfied with the dark blooms rising on her neck did he finally lean back far enough to look down.

The magnum opus of her torso waited for him in the moonlight.

Her full, heavy breasts rose and fell rapidly with her breathing, pale and perfect where the sun rarely touched, the dark red nipples drawn tight and almost aching from the cool air and the constant friction against his chest.

Sol felt something almost reverent mix with the raw lust in his gut. He had been staring at these tits since the moment she first stripped. Now he was going to take his time with them.

He cupped both soft, resilient weights in his hands first, lifting them, squeezing, feeling the perfect heavy give of mature flesh that had never been properly worshipped.

Then he lowered his head and took the left nipple into his mouth without further ceremony.