breadth of him. It was not going to be a comfortable fit, but the idea of sliding him into her and seeing how much of him she could take was an enthralling thought.
Brin slowly stroked her, running his hands over her back, her butt and her thighs. His soothing the backs of her knees was a blessed relief. That had been driving her crazy.
She yelped when his cock shifted against her in an unfamiliar way. It moved again, and she was astonished to realise it was seeking entrance on its own.
The peculiar sensation of having the head of his cock twisting against her was secondary to the pleasure when it found its way into her. Her opening gripped him for a moment before relaxing to invite him inside. His cock didn’t hesitate but twisted and corkscrewed into her in the most astonishing way.
He curled his torso and brought his head toward hers, kissing her as his cock forged into her with a level of control and enthusiasm that she found amazing. Far from being repulsed, she was enjoying the sensation of remaining immobile while he did all the work and didn’t move at the same time.
His kiss was hot while his body was cool, and the contrast made her dizzy. The slow twisting inside her brought her closer to release, and his tongue engaged in the same deliberate forays. She gripped his arms and held on as their lack of motion took her senses spiralling out of control. Her orgasm struck, and she moaned into his mouth, grunting softly while her channel gripped him.
Brin grunted, and his cock twisted rapidly inside her before she felt it swell and jerk while fully seated. There was a cool splash inside her, and she wondered if it was always going to be hot and cold, or if there would ever be balance.
Thinking long term with a guy she had tried to put back in his coffin was a little odd, but since her body had been sated, all she wanted to do was get back to sleep right where she was.
He ran his hands up her back and held her to him. No words were necessary. They both had what they needed.
Olena broke the kiss and laid her head on his chest with him still inside her. It seemed the most comfortable place to be at that very moment.
The station lighting elevated gently from a deep purple into a soft white. Olena tried to sit up, only to find herself still on top of the ex-Avatar. When she moved upright, she also found that he was still inside her. The proof of that tidbit came when he gently started to move.
Startled, she looked at his face, and he had a lazy expression on his features.
“Good morning, Olena.”
She licked her lips and tried to keep her lids from fluttering closed as the delicious caress continued inside her.
“Good morning, Brin.”
His hands moved from her back to caress her shoulders and move between them to stroke her breasts. He seemed intent on measuring, weighing and testing the responses of the mounds. His skin was unsurprisingly smooth, but it still brought her nipples to hard, aching points.
She felt her inner muscles flutter around the lazy curl of his cock inside her. She gasped in short bursts but kept her hips pressed to his.
He was watching her as his fingers memorized her measurements. She met his solid black gaze with her own and braced herself with her hands on his biceps. It was unlikely that they would fit, but here they were, and she definitely didn’t feel overwhelmed. She wanted more.
She lifted her hips and glanced down. There was more available. Several inches of him were waiting to be taken inside her. The thick column was dark green with blood, and as she stared; the skin shifted slightly. She felt the continuation of the movement inside her.
The visual was quite something. A light trembling took over her limbs, and she held on as the stimulation she was getting rushed her toward release.
Olena looked up and into his eyes once again. The heavy-lidded absorption told her he was just as interested in their activity as she was.
She shifted and moved one hand between them,