"Why not now...?" He asked, "If I'm honest, I've always wondered why your father hated having you sleep around..." He told her. He then laughed, "I see it as practice for when we finally mated."
She was like petting cotton, much unlike the hard carapace of his people. He really liked it, and became a little more forceful without realizing. He kissed her harder and his fingers dug into her hips.
She melted and moaned weakly as she returned the kiss, trying to keep it heated by petting him. Soft hands ran over his carapace, and she had no idea that he liked it so much.
He loved it way too much, her soft hands over his sensitive carapace made his mandibles twitch and his plates shift. He pulled gently at her little jumper, needing it off.