Always. Oh fuck! Yes! S-so go-good!"

Her words began to crumble and fracture as his tongue and his lips continued to lick at her, now shifting the focus to her clit as his fingers slid inside her to caress her inner walls. Given the reaction he'd elicited before, he also rubbed a single fingertip over her asshole. He didn't push firmly enough to enter her, but just enough to lightly massage that rear entrance and allow her to feel that he might take her there again.

That was more than enough to send Janette spiralling downward through wave after wave of pleasure. It steadily grew; the pressure building and building until finally it set alight through her body like a series of fireworks. Each blissful explosion bursting through her nerves, differing in intensity and sensation. It made her arms turn to jelly and she fell back upon the table, knocking over a half-empty glass of wine. She felt her head come to rest against the tablecloth, and her hair spill outward in a crimson halo. Her hands reached down between her legs to grasp handfuls of his long, dark hair. She bent her knees and offered herself up to him wholly and without reservation as he continued to send Little shocks of hot fire out through her body.

The moans and screams of approval, and the little movements of her body, gave him a feel for how she was riding those shockwaves. He guided her back down to solid ground with long, Languid licks of his tongue that were made to massage and relax after she'd lost herself to her climax.

“Oh, baby," she purred with a hint of laughter bringing out a melodic note to her voice.

“You know I think if you'd have done that back on

Earth I'd just have volunteered to be your personal slave."

"I Like you free, and wild." He finally parted his mouth from her pussy to speak before running his tongue across his lips and rising up to kiss her.

She lifted her head to meet that kiss with rabid enthusiasm, and her long legs locked around his body. The feel of his hardened muscle pressing against her brought about a fresh rise of passion. Parting from their kiss, he looked down upon her and smiled.

“Although I really do get a kick out of you calling me your master. I don't know why; but having a girl like you call me that kinda makes me think I could go drink up a river, sprint across a desert, or punch out a god." His words finished with another lighter kiss planted upon her waiting lips.

“Yikes, I guess I can really stroke a guy's ego, huh?" She reached down between them and highlighted the word ‘stroke’ by grasping his hard cock and stroking along its length.

“Well, you can have me any way you want me, Greg. I fucking love this. I Love you. So tell me what you want and it's all yours. I'll be a good girl for my master, or I'LL be a wild woman for my man."

It was her turn to kiss him, and they began writhing with each other whilst their Lips and tongues danced together.

"You are too fucking good to be true. You know how many times since I got here that I've thought that I might have died and gone to heaven?"

His words emerged amidst heavy breaths as her hand began to have an effect that was impossible to ignore.

“I think you'd get beat up less if this was heaven, but I'm glad I make you that happy. Now come here."

She pulled him back against her, and rather than continue to stroke his cock between them, she instead placed it at the entrance to her pussy.

The movement was now well-practiced enough that he glided into her with only the sweet resistance of her tight sheath to slow him down. By then, there were more than enough of her slippery juices to overcome that resistance with relative ease. It only served to increase his excitement when he pushed into her waiting depths, watching her eyes widen as he sank himself all the way.

“There you are," she whispered, her arms coming to wrap about his shoulders again to pull them together. She slowly began to grind her hips against him, stirring his cock slowly inside her and rubbing her clit where it connected to his body. "No one's ever been so deep before, Greg. Only you. Only you ever felt this fucking good. So now it's all yours. Take it."

A shimmering glimpse of something passed across his gaze. It was something primal, something that she rarely saw except in the heights of their carnal acts together. A little shiver of excitement ran up along her spine, spiced with just a touch of fear. He was a dangerous man, after all. A dangerous man with something downright feral Lurking in the depths of his soul. Something that wanted her.