#jaal x sara
I shared this on twitter ages ago, but I realised I never posted it here, so…enjoy some shameless Jaal/Sara shower smut.
Warning: Explicit.
“I can’t get enough of you,” Jaal’s voice was reverent. He cupped her breasts in his large hands, sliding his thumbs over her nipples, and bent his head to her cleavage. Hot water beat down on them in a steady stream from the shower head, filling the bathroom stall with steam.
“Me too,” Sara breathed, gasping as his mouth closed over her nipple, sucking gently. “I’ve never wanted anyone like this before. Even when we’re not together it’s all I can think about.” He grazed his teeth over the hard peak of her nipple, then bit down on it lightly, sending a jolt of pleasure through her. “Is this normal? Do you think there’s something wrong with us? Maybe we should ask Lexi.”
He removed his mouth from her nipple to answer, drawing a wordless noise of protest from her.
“If you are concerned, we can go talk to her,” he said, ever the supportive boyfriend. “Together.”
“Later,” she told him, pulling his head back down to her chest impatiently. “Right now, I need your mouth for more important things.”
He chuckled. Squeezing her breasts together, he sucked first on one nipple, then the other, teasing the sensitive flesh with his rough tongue. Sara leaned her head back against the wall and closed her eyes, biting her lip. While he suckled and licked at her breasts, she reached between her legs. Her fingers brushed her aching clit and slipped lower, finding a different kind of wetness.
“Ah-ah,” he scolded her, grabbing her wrist. “Not yet.”
He kissed her stomach, then her navel, travelling lower. Her legs trembled when he nudged them carefully apart. He nuzzled his nose against the damp triangle of her pubic hair and inhaled deeply, taking in the scent of her. The expression on his face was one of pure rapture. Her last boyfriend before him, back in the Milky Way, had treated going down on her like an obligation, like it was something he felt he had to do for her rather than something he wantedto.
Jaal was different. He seemed to genuinely enjoy it—and oh god, was he good at it.
Anticipation made her hold her breath. When he touched her with the tip of his tongue she jumped like she’d been electrocuted. His hands rose to cup her ass, holding her still as he drew slow, deliberate circles around her throbbing clit with his tongue. He sucked on the hard nub like he had on her breasts, then grazed it with his teeth.
It was too much, she couldn’t hold her voice in any longer. She covered her mouth to try and stifle her moans, but Jaal pulled her hand away.
“Don’t,” he said. “I want to hear your voice.”
“But the crew-”
“Let them hear you too.”
