It all belongs to Joss.

Mal walked over to Inara, who was seated on the couch in her shuttle. He dropped easily into a crouch and lightly rested his hands on her thighs. She wore only a thin skirt and he could feel the heat of her warming his palms. He moved up and kissed her then, and she wrapped her arms around his neck. His hands wandered to her back, then beneath her shirt to play along her spine, sending shivers through her. He pulled the garment over her head, leaving her in a skimpy peach lace bra. “This is pretty,” Mal traced one finger down the strap and along the lacy upper curve of the cup. “I can see your hot little nipples.” “Decoration,” Inara breathed, “Not really meant to cover anything.” She gasped as his thumb brushed against one of her sensitive nipples, rubbing the soft lace against her skin. “I think we’ll leave it on.” He carried her to the bed, and she leaned back on a pillow, with him kneeling before her on the floor at the foot of the bed. Sitting back on his heels, Mal parted her thighs and inched her skirt up. As he did so, he bent his head and licked at the skin he uncovered. The scent of her arousal filled him and he groaned and scraped his teeth along her thigh. Breathing harder with each lick and nip, and biting her lip to keep from moaning, Inara watched the dirty blond top of his head as it drew closer to where her legs joined. The skirt slid as far as it would go, and Mal lifted her hips to pull the cloth to her waist, revealing a pair of matching peach lace panties. Dipping his head, he nuzzled at the wet crotch, finally pressing his tongue down over her clit. Inara moaned loudly and squirmed as pleasure flooded her. “Mmmmm, oh yeah baby.” Her legs began to shake and she raised them, resting them on his shoulders. Mal cupped her hips and lifted her enough to tug her panties down to her ankles, hooking them together behind his head. He gazed down at her wet cunt, his eyes flaming with lust. She begged him, “Yes, do it. Touch me there, Mal, touch me!” He leaned forward and lapped at her clit. “Oh...fuck,” she moaned, “OH, God yes, Oh, oh, oooh, uhhh, uhhh, uhhh, YES!” Without warning, her orgasm ripped through her, leaving her mewling and writhing against his mouth. As she slumped back, panting, she felt his tongue lapping up and down her cleft, licking at her juices and arousing her all over again. When it slipped inside her and fluttered, she groaned and squealed, digging her fingers into the bedding. “Oooooh, yes yes yes, oh, unh! God! Don‘t stop! Yes...yes!” Mal’s cock was throbbing in his pants as he ruthlessly built Inara’s desire again. Thrusting his tongue into her, he rubbed his nose over her clit, stimulating two of her most sensitive spots. His hands squeezed her bottom, guiding her to his lips and tongue, moving her just the way he wanted. Her gasps grew in intensity and he heard the rustle of hands on lace. He knew without looking that she was kneading her breasts through the sexy bra. Dragging his tongue slowly up her cleft, he flicked it across her clit a final time, then pushed himself to his feet. Looking down at her, watching her caress herself, panties around her ankles, his cock throbbed with need. She met his gaze, “Please, fuck me Mal. Stick your giant cock in me.” With a groan he stripped off his shirt, kicked off his boots, then tugged down his pants, hissing in relief as his cock popped free. He grabbed her and flipped her onto her stomach, pushing her up on the bed. He removed her skirt and flung it away but kept the sexy panties around her ankles He kicked his pants and boxers off and climbed behind her, trapping her legs between his. Her feet rose into the air and she thrust her ass up and wiggled it enticingly. He wrapped an arm around her waist, and used the fingers of his other hand to open her for him. With a grunt and a hard thrust he entered her, drawing a loud moan. “OH! Umm, oh you’re so big honey! Unh!” Another thrust and he was buried to the hilt, feeling her wet, hot inner flesh squeezing his cock. Legs trembling, he pulled back and thrust again, smacking his pelvis sharply against her upturned bottom. “Harder,” Inara panted, “God! Don’t stop! Give it to me...yes. Yes, YES! Fuck me good, fuck me hard! OOH...oh, yeah...fuck me...fuck me...FUCK ME!” He continued to thrust, and she tightened around him. “Unh, I’m cumming! OOOOHH!” He continued to drive into her deeper and faster as she clenched and writhed around his pumping member. The whole bed was shaking, and she bounced with his rhythmic thrusts. When he reached down to pinch her clit, she bit her lip and came again, shuddering and whimpering. Feeling her second orgasm around his cock, he felt his moment approaching. “Inara, I’m cumming...fucking right now. Where do you want it?” Bouncing as he impaled her from behind, she gasped out, “In...my...mouth.” He pulled out and flipped her over, thrusting his cock into her mouth. She licked and slurped noisily at him, coating him with saliva. He thrust in and out of her mouth, fucking her face and she moaned through her mouthful of meat, the sound reverberating through his member. With a groan, he shot his load down her throat and she gulped his semen down. He pulled out and she rolled onto her stomach in ecstasy. Her pretty panties were still twisted around her ankles, and he reached down to draw them up to just below her knees. Looking down at the sight of his naked princess, he felt his cock twitch. She rolled onto her back and her eyes rested on his cock as it began to rise again. “Ready for more?” she breathed. He didn’t answer, but retrieved a pair of scissors from the bedside table. Moving back to her, he caught the crotch of her panties in one hand and began to snip out a hole in them. He tossed the scissors under the bed, then wriggled the panties back up her legs and hips. The hole was conveniently placed. Inara snickered and reached for him, drawing him down to her for a hungry kiss. "Kinky," she moaned, nipping his lower lip as he settled over her. Braced on one hand, Mal slipped his cock through the hole in her underwear then into her. As he thrust, the lace rubbed against his shaft then caught his balls, pressing them high and cradling them. Her inner flesh, still hot and swollen from before, suckled at him as he pressed as deeply as he could. Lowering his head, he kissed her softly, sucking her tongue into his mouth to play with it as his hips began to rock, driving his cock into her, pressing the lace against her hard clit. As Inara moaned into the kiss, he caught her hands in his and entwined their fingers over her head. Her legs found their way around his hips and she began to rise up to meet his thrusts, rubbing their bodies together, the torn lace stimulating them both. “Mal," she breathed, arching her head back into the pillow as her body bowed off the bed. “Ah ah ah! Ooohhh, yes! Yessss! You're so goood! Soooo good! Don't stop....don't stop...don't ever stop!“ He was moving slowly, maddeningly, building her desire to a burning point. Her breasts slid over his chest, the nipples so sensitive even through the lace bra. Her legs shook, tightened around him, and she lifted her head for another kiss. Mal responded hungrily, his lips twisting over hers, even as he kept control over his cock, keeping the pace slow and deliberate. As she clenched around him, he broke the kiss to pant harshly against her heated cheek, and felt her teeth catch his ear, bite hard enough to send a shudder of lust pounding through him. Gritting his teeth, he pulled his hips back until he nearly slipped out of her, then took a deep breath before slamming into her. Inara yelled and bucked beneath him, her fingernails digging into the backs of his hands, her heels kicking his hips. “Right there. Oh, god yes, right there! That’s the spot! Oh!” As another orgasm exploded through her and she clamped every muscle she could around him, Mal groaned and shuddered and babbled, "Oh fuck, Inara, so good, so perfect," and joined her in release, spilling his seed deep in her. They collapsed on the bed together, exhausted and happy.