Teach Me

Basileus's hand on Varya's lower back caused her to move closer to him. The contact with him was dizzying. Despite the closeness, it wasn't enough. She wanted to feel the warmth of his skin but he was blocked by the armor he always wore whenever they left his quarters. The alcohol from earlier made her mind feel faint, but her senses felt heightened. Her desire for him was through the roof and she made a frustrated noise as her hands brushed over his armor.

"I want this off," she groaned with her lips still close to his.

Their lips pressed together again in a kiss more demanding than before. Their tongues fought for dominance and Varya's hands clenched the bottom edge of his armor. The risk of someone finding them turned her on even further. He was unaware of her thoughts, but she still felt the need to punish him for making her feel this heated.

One of her hands left his armor and trailed lower before her fingers met his already partially hardened length. The spandex suits left so little to the imagination, she wished she could step back and see how turned on he was.

Basileus groaned at the feeling of her explorative fingers. Never had he known a woman could be as bold as she was towards him. Being turned on was not a burden he felt like carrying alone and he pressed her harder against the pillar. His hand left her back and he used two fingers to slowly swipe up between her legs, causing her to let out the most delicious moan he had ever heard.

He was practically drooling over her at this point, but laughter a short distance away caused his mind to wake up a little bit. He pulled back and rested his forehead against her shoulder, trying to will himself to calm down.

Varya rested her head against the pillar and looked up through the vines above them, she sighed and quietly said, "You need to finish what you started, prince."

It didn't help him calm down. Words so bold and direct made him want to rip off the spandex suit she wore and finally feast his eyes on what hid underneath. Wordlessly, he grabbed her hand and started guiding her towards the room. His pace was fast and he didn't bother paying any attention to the aliens who bowed at him or looked at him in shock.

For once, Varya felt that he was just as turned on as she was. His desperation to get back to his quarters caused her heart to race in her chest. She truly didn't know what was in store for her.

All the way into the castle, up the elevator, and down the hall to his quarters, he looked angry, but the blush on his face told her otherwise. He barely kept his hands to himself and the moment the door was shut and locked behind him, he looked at the woman before him who suddenly seemed so innocent at the dark look on his face.

"Take it all off," he demanded. He took off his armor and threw it onto the bed but stopped there.

If she were more sober, the request would have been met with resistance and she would have felt at least a small amount of shame, but the state of mind she was in was just enough to push her forward without object. She kicked off her boots and her hands started to peel off her spandex suit starting at the neck. This would be the first time he saw her naked and she made sure his eyes were on her as she got to her breasts and slowly pulled the tight material over them. They exposed themselves with a bounce and Basileus looked at them like a hungry beast. She got the spandex suit down to her waist, but Basileus stopped her movement when he moved forward and reached for her breasts.

His large hands fit perfectly as he cupped each one with equal parts curiosity and desire. He moved his hands so his thumbs could brush over her nipples. This action caused her to moan and reach for his arms so she wouldn't completely collapse at the sensation. He crouched in front of her and started pulling the spandex suit lower, wondering if every part of her was so delicious. As the spandex suit came off completely and she stepped out of it, his eyes went to the neat curls that resided above her delicious core.

Without warning, he lifted her in his arms and started walking towards the couch. He tossed her onto the cushions and walked around so he was at the front and looking down at his prey. He was in a trance as he watched her cup her own breasts, her nipples poking out between her fingers. He wanted her to teach him what to do.

He lifted her up and sat down with her sitting between his legs on the couch, her back pressed against his chest. She tried to reach backwards for his manhood but he held her hand before she could get to it.

Sometimes he wished he could be more of a bastard and be led entirely by desire, but he cared too much for the woman in his arms to take advantage of her. If he allowed her to do whatever she wanted right now, after she had told him that the alcohol was affecting her, maybe she would regret it.

"I'm not going to sleep with you, Varya," he stated, his voice quiet.

"Basileus..." she groaned and leaned her head back.

Varya began to wonder how he could do this to her. The feeling of rejection made her head spin even further. She tried to stand, not wanting to be naked if nothing was going to come from it, but his strong arms locked her in place.

"Don't think you're going to escape so easily," he started.

The tone of his voice caused her to blush. It was enough to make her stay planted in her seat, between his legs.

"Teach me what to do," he requested and his hands brushed down her waist, stopping on her legs and spreading them apart.