Contributor: Donna M.
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Joleen turned slowly in front of a full body mirror mounted at the end of a short hall in the garden apartment she shared with Galen. She gently straightened the dark fabric of a "Wings" uniform that had been specifically tailored to fit her slim figure and nodded in silent approval. It had been a gift from her close friend Karyn to celebrate her nineteenth birthday and it was, as Karyn had claimed in the accompanying card, “A way to make Jo feel like part of the gang!”
“I like it.” Joleen commented, turning slightly to the left, her dark eyes moving across the reflection as they followed a gentle curve in the fabric that modestly complimented her form.
“It looks good on you.” Galen acknowledged as he rested lightly against a nearby wall with his arms crossed.
She took a deep breath and her eyes drifted, meeting Galen’s in the mirror.
“Maybe I should become a member of The 'Wings.'” She mused, then turned slowly, stretching her arms out to either side as she faced Galen.
“Wouldn’t that be funny?” She asked, grinning playfully. “A sorceress! In the 'Wings!'”
“Yeah,” He shrugged. It was not the first time she had suggested it and he dismissed it just as easily as he had in the past.
Joleen studied Galen for a moment before she turned back to the mirror and sighed.
“You are the General’s personal advisor now, Galen.” She prompted, slowly running her hands through her soft, midnight hair, the light catching faded strands of red and gold. “Make me an honorary member or something.”
Galen pushed away from the wall and turned to face her fully, his eyes drifting slowly across her back.
“Joleen,” he began, his eyes fixing again on the blue-carpeted floor of their mutual apartment. “Why would you even want to join the 'Wings?'”
Her eyes stayed fixed on the mirror as she carefully adjusted the collar of her uniform.
“I don’t know.” She allowed her arms to drift slowly to her sides. “You’re with the 'Wings,' Galen.”
She turned to face him again, their eyes meeting as she added: “And I like the uniform.”
Galen sighed. “There’s more to being a member of the 'Wings' than just the uniform or who you know, Joleen.” He looked away slowly. “To be a Wing is to be a soldier of the highest order; we fight and, if need be, we give our lives for the greater good.”
She watched him silently as he continued.
“If anything were to happen to you . . . ” He looked up, his eyes taking on a worried cast. “I- I-“
Concern flashed momentarily across her face, replaced almost immediately by a reassuring smile.
“It’s all right Galen,” she began, “Nothing is going to happen to me.”
He opened his mouth to protest, but Joleen turned away, quickly finishing by announcing: “After all, I think I’ve proved my worth the last time the 'Wings' went out to defend that little fishing village... Stuttgart?”
His mouth closed slowly, and sighing, he nodded.
“True.” He crossed the room to where she stood. “We couldn’t have done it without you.”
Joleen tried to suppress a wide grin as she stared at her own reflection in the mirror.
“So,” she prompted, stretching the word out as she turned to face him again. “Will you talk to Williams about letting me into the 'Wings?'”
“I don’t-”
“Galen!” She protested, cutting him off angrily, though her smile immediately returned. “Please?”
He sighed. She really did look awesome in the 'Wings’ uniform; the cut accented the curves of her breasts perfectly and . . . He quickly shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts.
“Joleen-”
“It would mean an awful lot to me.” She added, a playful grin flashing across her face as she stared up at him with her soft, dark eyes.
He caught her smile and returned it. “How much?”
She gave him a sultry look, then opened her mouth to make a witty remark, only to be silenced by a hard, sudden kiss.
She wasted no time. This was certainly not the first time she had thrust her hand down the pants of Galen’s 'Wings' uniform in the middle of an argument and wrapped her hand around his big rod. He hardened a little at her touch and wrapped his arms around her waist, kissing harder, kissing so hard he pushed her head back as she pressed in against him and gently rubbed his swelling shaft.
After a moment, he pulled back a little, his eyes meeting hers. He watched her as she slowly opened her eyes and smiled, gently running her tongue along her lips.
They both looked down, then locked eyes again.
“Can I–”She began, but Galen cut her off before she could finish the question. “Do you have to ask?”
Her grin widened slightly and she dropped to her knees, pulling her hand out of his pants just long enough to unbutton them.
Galen’s shaft popped out like a spring, still not totally erect, but hard nonetheless. It was perfect, the shape, the length, the girth, it made her wet just looking at it . . .
Before she could react, it was in her mouth. Galen had jumped the gun, but that was one of the things she loved about him. He could be so passionate at times, and his cock didn’t taste half-bad either.
She started gently at first, teasing the underside of his rod while it throbbed in her mouth. His fingers wove themselves into her hair and he pushed himself further, the head of his shaft swelling as it touched the back of her throat. He started moving faster; his erection slid quickly between her crimson lips, in and out of her mouth, its hard length glistening with wetness. Her cheeks flushed and she stroked the soft, curly hairs of his leg as he pushed deeper, leaning back and threading his fingers further into her hair with a murmured “Oh yes.” She wanted to please him, wanted to let him thrust his manhood into her mouth until he filled it with his seed, wanted him to have everything she could offer him, but there was something she was sure he had forgotten; something she wanted too.
Gently, oh so gently, she ran her hands along his legs, creeping back to his rod and caressing everything in between until she had one hand wrapped around his erection. It took only a moment, but she steadily slowed his pace, then let his manhood slip out from between her lips as she met his eyes again, gently pumping him with one delicate hand.
“Aren’t you forgetting something?” She asked, then smiled and giggled before gently teasing his swollen tip with a quick lick. He shivered with pleasure and gently relaxed his grip on her scalp, caressing her long strands of dark hair instead. He loved her hair, every last curve of it, down to the smallest details. He thought for a moment, about her hair and about what he could have forgotten, gently running a finger along one of the thin streaks that shot through it, then startled suddenly.
“The meeting!” Joleen’s smile vanished and her hand slowed as he grinned sheepishly back at her. “I almost forgot.” His manhood slipped out of her grasp as he backed up and grabbed the waist of his pants. “Thanks baby. I almost forgot! God, you’re invaluable.”
“Thanks,” she muttered, then watched as his pants slipped back up his legs. Determined not to let him get away so easily, she stood and gently brought the rising fabric to a stop just before it had sheathed his already sagging rod.
“Galen,” she began as he stood, watching her with a look that drifted somewhere between confusion and innocence. “That’s not what I meant.”
His eyes followed her fingers as they danced along his shaft. She pressed against him, and felt the throbbing in his manhood again. Their eyes met, and she gave him the lustiest look she could manage, a look that made it clear exactly what she wanted.
“I’m sure Williams can handle himself.” She whispered, then giggled, “I on the other hand . . .” She gently slipped her free hand past her clothing and into her panties, gently rubbing her clit as she leaned forward and moaned softly in his ear.
That was all that it took.
Galen’s pants hit the floor and his hands darted to the coat of her uniform. He worked steadily upwards, undoing the buttons as quickly as possible before pulling her coat open with a grin. His eyes settled on her black shift as she shrugged the coat off and let it fall to the ground. His hands groped at her sides, gently moving upwards as he cupped the delicate curve of her soft, amazing breasts and caressed them through the soft fabric of her shift. She gave another quiet moan and pressed back against his chest, delicately nibbling his ear before whispering “Fuck me, Galen.” His erection swelled and pressed hard against her thigh as she finished “I want you to fuck me.”
It was more than half a dozen paces to the bed, but she was pressed into the sheets almost as soon as she finished that last sultry whisper. Galen was on top of her now, working her shift free as his throbbing manhood pressed against her, separated from her clit by only a thin wall of fabric. She let out a soft moan to spur him on, then shifted under his weight as he pressed himself harder against her. The need to have his rod inside of her was almost unbearable as she struggled to unbutton his uniform coat.
Joleen’s breasts jiggled like soft, pale velvet as he pulled off her top and tossed it across the room. They swelled as Galen leaned into them, kissing both dark, erect nipples before sharing another deep kiss with her. She could feel his erection thrusting, seeking, and rubbing against her vagina. She ached to feel his manhood inside of her. She needed it, she wanted it, and the lips between her thighs parted a little with every thrust he made, allowing the fabric to slip just a little ways in, just enough to pick up a hint of moisture that only spurred him on more.
As he pulled back a little she quickly yanked the last of his buttons free and helped him out of his shirt. His pace had slowed again, but she arched her back to keep his rod pressed hard against her.
Joleen smiled lustfully as he ran his hands up her thighs, peeled back her skirt and lifted her legs, pulling it off while still keeping his hard manhood near her moist, expectant lips and anxious clit. Her heart pounded as his hands wrapped around the waistband of her panties, gently pulling until her hands guided him, helping him yank it off in short order. Her pulse quickened and pounded in her ears as he slipped between her thighs and stopped, his erection a fraction of an inch away from her wet lips. She tried to urge him forward, pushing her hips toward his hard rod, reaching for it, but he held himself at bay, then leaned down and licked her left breast, running his tongue over her nipple before doing the same to the other. She moaned again and pressed her chest into his face, her soft breasts rubbing against his cheeks.
“Fuck me,” She begged, her rose-flushed cheeks accenting her needy expression.
He teased her clit with the tip of his rod and pulled back when she pushed toward him. “Do you still want to be a member of the 'Wings?'”
Her glare was plain, even in the heat of sex she managed to shoot him a dark look that was softened by the color in her cheeks and her disheveled dark hair splayed out against the white sheets. One of her hands slipped between her legs and rubbed her expectant lips. “Can’t we talk about this later?” She begged, then arched her back beneath him, gently latching onto his back with her free hand. “Please.”
Galen teased her again, pulling back as she reached for his rod. He was determined to win this argument. “Do you still want to be a member of the 'Wings?'”
“Yes,” She managed, then quivered as he pulled away. “Galen!”
He pushed back onto his knees and watched her.
“Promise me you won’t try to join the 'Wings.'” He ran a hand up her thigh and gently tickled her lips. She grabbed his hand and forced his fingers into her with a groan of pleasure.
A wry smile moved to cover half of his face as Joleen worked his fingers in and out of her vagina and moaned softly, closing her eyes and squeezing a nipple with her other hand.
He loved how resourceful and headstrong she could be. He couldn’t help but indulge her.
Moving in on her, he gently spread her thighs and slid his tongue over her clit. It surprised her, but she grinned widely and watched as he buried his face into her lips, thrusting his tongue inside her and tickling her clit. She collapsed back onto the sheets and moaned loudly as Galen stimulated every part of her, kissing, licking, rubbing and nibbling every sensitive spot he could find. She had to fight the urge to scream in pleasure, her legs clamping down on his head and her fingers threading through his rich, wavy hair; God he knew how to work his tongue. Her breathing quickened as the first orgasm rocked her, leaving her sprawling in the sheets with gasps and moans of joy interspersed with quiet giggling. He slowed his pace to a steady crawl and teased her clit less as she watched him, one hand cupped over her breast.
“Okay,” She gasped, trying to catch her breath and maintain the lusty smile on her face. Galen pulled his fingers from her wet lips and licked some of the moisture off of them as she continued. “I promise.” She shifted on the sheets, lining up and spreading her thighs to receive Galen’s manhood. “Now please fuck me.”
The wry, half-smile returned to his lips and he nodded, immediately closing the distance between them. “I thought you’d never ask.”
He gently teased her clit with the tip of his rod again and Joleen arched an eyebrow, then responded. “Stop dicking aroun–” before she could finish, his rod slipped past her labia, forcing a sudden gasp out of her. He immediately picked up speed, thrusting the hard, throbbing length of his shaft as deep as he could, Joleen taking every inch of it with loud, gasping moans.
“Yes!” She shouted, “give it to me!” He pressed hard into her and she gripped his back with white knuckles as he rammed his shaft between her soft, moist lips over and over again. Another orgasm rocked her, followed closely by a third and a fourth; with each one she rose with him, keeping his erection firmly between her lips even when it felt like the pleasure was going to wash her away. She moaned and gasped and huffed, riding out each and every orgasm until Galen leaned down to whisper in her ear. “I’m– I’m gonna cum.”
She didn’t want it to end. She wanted every moment of awesome sex to last forever, to stretch into eternity and, as Galen shivered and quaked, groaning in the throes of ecstacy, she latched onto him, determined to hold onto whatever pleasure was left.
He fought it at first, but it was a weak fight, and he exploded inside of her with a shuddering moan which she echoed, squeezing harder as his rod pushed as far into her as was possible.
He shuddered again, then collapsed onto her, panting with his face pressed against the side of her cheek. She gently ran a hand through his sweat-soaked hair and smiled, her breathing calming while he still gasped for breath.
“You,” he managed after a while, “are still amazing.”
She smiled and giggled quietly, stroking his hair as she responded “I know.”
It took a moment, but he was soon giggling too. They stayed there like that for a long while, both sweat-soaked and giggling, smiling and staring with love in their eyes. Galen’s manhood still rested inside of her and every time he shifted she followed him, keeping them connected. It was a perfect moment, one she wanted to last forever. Whenever she thought of Galen, of how much she loved him, she wanted to remember this moment. This moment in which they were joined, one person forged from love, the heat of youthful passion, and a lot of incredible sex.
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Joleen turned slowly in front of a full body mirror mounted at the end of a short hall in the garden apartment she shared with Galen. She gently straightened the dark fabric of a "Wings" uniform that had been specifically tailored to fit her slim figure and nodded in silent approval. It had been a gift from her close friend Karyn to celebrate her nineteenth birthday and it was, as Karyn had claimed in the accompanying card, “A way to make Jo feel like part of the gang!”
“I like it.” Joleen commented, turning slightly to the left, her dark eyes moving across the reflection as they followed a gentle curve in the fabric that modestly complimented her form.
“It looks good on you.” Galen acknowledged as he rested lightly against a nearby wall with his arms crossed.
She took a deep breath and her eyes drifted, meeting Galen’s in the mirror.
“Maybe I should become a member of The 'Wings.'” She mused, then turned slowly, stretching her arms out to either side as she faced Galen.
“Wouldn’t that be funny?” She asked, grinning playfully. “A sorceress! In the 'Wings!'”
“Yeah,” He shrugged. It was not the first time she had suggested it and he dismissed it just as easily as he had in the past.
Joleen studied Galen for a moment before she turned back to the mirror and sighed.
“You are the General’s personal advisor now, Galen.” She prompted, slowly running her hands through her soft, midnight hair, the light catching faded strands of red and gold. “Make me an honorary member or something.”
Galen pushed away from the wall and turned to face her fully, his eyes drifting slowly across her back.
“Joleen,” he began, his eyes fixing again on the blue-carpeted floor of their mutual apartment. “Why would you even want to join the 'Wings?'”
Her eyes stayed fixed on the mirror as she carefully adjusted the collar of her uniform.
“I don’t know.” She allowed her arms to drift slowly to her sides. “You’re with the 'Wings,' Galen.”
She turned to face him again, their eyes meeting as she added: “And I like the uniform.”
Galen sighed. “There’s more to being a member of the 'Wings' than just the uniform or who you know, Joleen.” He looked away slowly. “To be a Wing is to be a soldier of the highest order; we fight and, if need be, we give our lives for the greater good.”
She watched him silently as he continued.
“If anything were to happen to you . . . ” He looked up, his eyes taking on a worried cast. “I- I-“
Concern flashed momentarily across her face, replaced almost immediately by a reassuring smile.
“It’s all right Galen,” she began, “Nothing is going to happen to me.”
He opened his mouth to protest, but Joleen turned away, quickly finishing by announcing: “After all, I think I’ve proved my worth the last time the 'Wings' went out to defend that little fishing village... Stuttgart?”
His mouth closed slowly, and sighing, he nodded.
“True.” He crossed the room to where she stood. “We couldn’t have done it without you.”
Joleen tried to suppress a wide grin as she stared at her own reflection in the mirror.
“So,” she prompted, stretching the word out as she turned to face him again. “Will you talk to Williams about letting me into the 'Wings?'”
“I don’t-”
“Galen!” She protested, cutting him off angrily, though her smile immediately returned. “Please?”
He sighed. She really did look awesome in the 'Wings’ uniform; the cut accented the curves of her breasts perfectly and . . . He quickly shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts.
“Joleen-”
“It would mean an awful lot to me.” She added, a playful grin flashing across her face as she stared up at him with her soft, dark eyes.
He caught her smile and returned it. “How much?”
She gave him a sultry look, then opened her mouth to make a witty remark, only to be silenced by a hard, sudden kiss.
She wasted no time. This was certainly not the first time she had thrust her hand down the pants of Galen’s 'Wings' uniform in the middle of an argument and wrapped her hand around his big rod. He hardened a little at her touch and wrapped his arms around her waist, kissing harder, kissing so hard he pushed her head back as she pressed in against him and gently rubbed his swelling shaft.
After a moment, he pulled back a little, his eyes meeting hers. He watched her as she slowly opened her eyes and smiled, gently running her tongue along her lips.
They both looked down, then locked eyes again.
“Can I–”She began, but Galen cut her off before she could finish the question. “Do you have to ask?”
Her grin widened slightly and she dropped to her knees, pulling her hand out of his pants just long enough to unbutton them.
Galen’s shaft popped out like a spring, still not totally erect, but hard nonetheless. It was perfect, the shape, the length, the girth, it made her wet just looking at it . . .
Before she could react, it was in her mouth. Galen had jumped the gun, but that was one of the things she loved about him. He could be so passionate at times, and his cock didn’t taste half-bad either.
She started gently at first, teasing the underside of his rod while it throbbed in her mouth. His fingers wove themselves into her hair and he pushed himself further, the head of his shaft swelling as it touched the back of her throat. He started moving faster; his erection slid quickly between her crimson lips, in and out of her mouth, its hard length glistening with wetness. Her cheeks flushed and she stroked the soft, curly hairs of his leg as he pushed deeper, leaning back and threading his fingers further into her hair with a murmured “Oh yes.” She wanted to please him, wanted to let him thrust his manhood into her mouth until he filled it with his seed, wanted him to have everything she could offer him, but there was something she was sure he had forgotten; something she wanted too.
Gently, oh so gently, she ran her hands along his legs, creeping back to his rod and caressing everything in between until she had one hand wrapped around his erection. It took only a moment, but she steadily slowed his pace, then let his manhood slip out from between her lips as she met his eyes again, gently pumping him with one delicate hand.
“Aren’t you forgetting something?” She asked, then smiled and giggled before gently teasing his swollen tip with a quick lick. He shivered with pleasure and gently relaxed his grip on her scalp, caressing her long strands of dark hair instead. He loved her hair, every last curve of it, down to the smallest details. He thought for a moment, about her hair and about what he could have forgotten, gently running a finger along one of the thin streaks that shot through it, then startled suddenly.
“The meeting!” Joleen’s smile vanished and her hand slowed as he grinned sheepishly back at her. “I almost forgot.” His manhood slipped out of her grasp as he backed up and grabbed the waist of his pants. “Thanks baby. I almost forgot! God, you’re invaluable.”
“Thanks,” she muttered, then watched as his pants slipped back up his legs. Determined not to let him get away so easily, she stood and gently brought the rising fabric to a stop just before it had sheathed his already sagging rod.
“Galen,” she began as he stood, watching her with a look that drifted somewhere between confusion and innocence. “That’s not what I meant.”
His eyes followed her fingers as they danced along his shaft. She pressed against him, and felt the throbbing in his manhood again. Their eyes met, and she gave him the lustiest look she could manage, a look that made it clear exactly what she wanted.
“I’m sure Williams can handle himself.” She whispered, then giggled, “I on the other hand . . .” She gently slipped her free hand past her clothing and into her panties, gently rubbing her clit as she leaned forward and moaned softly in his ear.
That was all that it took.
Galen’s pants hit the floor and his hands darted to the coat of her uniform. He worked steadily upwards, undoing the buttons as quickly as possible before pulling her coat open with a grin. His eyes settled on her black shift as she shrugged the coat off and let it fall to the ground. His hands groped at her sides, gently moving upwards as he cupped the delicate curve of her soft, amazing breasts and caressed them through the soft fabric of her shift. She gave another quiet moan and pressed back against his chest, delicately nibbling his ear before whispering “Fuck me, Galen.” His erection swelled and pressed hard against her thigh as she finished “I want you to fuck me.”
It was more than half a dozen paces to the bed, but she was pressed into the sheets almost as soon as she finished that last sultry whisper. Galen was on top of her now, working her shift free as his throbbing manhood pressed against her, separated from her clit by only a thin wall of fabric. She let out a soft moan to spur him on, then shifted under his weight as he pressed himself harder against her. The need to have his rod inside of her was almost unbearable as she struggled to unbutton his uniform coat.
Joleen’s breasts jiggled like soft, pale velvet as he pulled off her top and tossed it across the room. They swelled as Galen leaned into them, kissing both dark, erect nipples before sharing another deep kiss with her. She could feel his erection thrusting, seeking, and rubbing against her vagina. She ached to feel his manhood inside of her. She needed it, she wanted it, and the lips between her thighs parted a little with every thrust he made, allowing the fabric to slip just a little ways in, just enough to pick up a hint of moisture that only spurred him on more.
As he pulled back a little she quickly yanked the last of his buttons free and helped him out of his shirt. His pace had slowed again, but she arched her back to keep his rod pressed hard against her.
Joleen smiled lustfully as he ran his hands up her thighs, peeled back her skirt and lifted her legs, pulling it off while still keeping his hard manhood near her moist, expectant lips and anxious clit. Her heart pounded as his hands wrapped around the waistband of her panties, gently pulling until her hands guided him, helping him yank it off in short order. Her pulse quickened and pounded in her ears as he slipped between her thighs and stopped, his erection a fraction of an inch away from her wet lips. She tried to urge him forward, pushing her hips toward his hard rod, reaching for it, but he held himself at bay, then leaned down and licked her left breast, running his tongue over her nipple before doing the same to the other. She moaned again and pressed her chest into his face, her soft breasts rubbing against his cheeks.
“Fuck me,” She begged, her rose-flushed cheeks accenting her needy expression.
He teased her clit with the tip of his rod and pulled back when she pushed toward him. “Do you still want to be a member of the 'Wings?'”
Her glare was plain, even in the heat of sex she managed to shoot him a dark look that was softened by the color in her cheeks and her disheveled dark hair splayed out against the white sheets. One of her hands slipped between her legs and rubbed her expectant lips. “Can’t we talk about this later?” She begged, then arched her back beneath him, gently latching onto his back with her free hand. “Please.”
Galen teased her again, pulling back as she reached for his rod. He was determined to win this argument. “Do you still want to be a member of the 'Wings?'”
“Yes,” She managed, then quivered as he pulled away. “Galen!”
He pushed back onto his knees and watched her.
“Promise me you won’t try to join the 'Wings.'” He ran a hand up her thigh and gently tickled her lips. She grabbed his hand and forced his fingers into her with a groan of pleasure.
A wry smile moved to cover half of his face as Joleen worked his fingers in and out of her vagina and moaned softly, closing her eyes and squeezing a nipple with her other hand.
He loved how resourceful and headstrong she could be. He couldn’t help but indulge her.
Moving in on her, he gently spread her thighs and slid his tongue over her clit. It surprised her, but she grinned widely and watched as he buried his face into her lips, thrusting his tongue inside her and tickling her clit. She collapsed back onto the sheets and moaned loudly as Galen stimulated every part of her, kissing, licking, rubbing and nibbling every sensitive spot he could find. She had to fight the urge to scream in pleasure, her legs clamping down on his head and her fingers threading through his rich, wavy hair; God he knew how to work his tongue. Her breathing quickened as the first orgasm rocked her, leaving her sprawling in the sheets with gasps and moans of joy interspersed with quiet giggling. He slowed his pace to a steady crawl and teased her clit less as she watched him, one hand cupped over her breast.
“Okay,” She gasped, trying to catch her breath and maintain the lusty smile on her face. Galen pulled his fingers from her wet lips and licked some of the moisture off of them as she continued. “I promise.” She shifted on the sheets, lining up and spreading her thighs to receive Galen’s manhood. “Now please fuck me.”
The wry, half-smile returned to his lips and he nodded, immediately closing the distance between them. “I thought you’d never ask.”
He gently teased her clit with the tip of his rod again and Joleen arched an eyebrow, then responded. “Stop dicking aroun–” before she could finish, his rod slipped past her labia, forcing a sudden gasp out of her. He immediately picked up speed, thrusting the hard, throbbing length of his shaft as deep as he could, Joleen taking every inch of it with loud, gasping moans.
“Yes!” She shouted, “give it to me!” He pressed hard into her and she gripped his back with white knuckles as he rammed his shaft between her soft, moist lips over and over again. Another orgasm rocked her, followed closely by a third and a fourth; with each one she rose with him, keeping his erection firmly between her lips even when it felt like the pleasure was going to wash her away. She moaned and gasped and huffed, riding out each and every orgasm until Galen leaned down to whisper in her ear. “I’m– I’m gonna cum.”
She didn’t want it to end. She wanted every moment of awesome sex to last forever, to stretch into eternity and, as Galen shivered and quaked, groaning in the throes of ecstacy, she latched onto him, determined to hold onto whatever pleasure was left.
He fought it at first, but it was a weak fight, and he exploded inside of her with a shuddering moan which she echoed, squeezing harder as his rod pushed as far into her as was possible.
He shuddered again, then collapsed onto her, panting with his face pressed against the side of her cheek. She gently ran a hand through his sweat-soaked hair and smiled, her breathing calming while he still gasped for breath.
“You,” he managed after a while, “are still amazing.”
She smiled and giggled quietly, stroking his hair as she responded “I know.”
It took a moment, but he was soon giggling too. They stayed there like that for a long while, both sweat-soaked and giggling, smiling and staring with love in their eyes. Galen’s manhood still rested inside of her and every time he shifted she followed him, keeping them connected. It was a perfect moment, one she wanted to last forever. Whenever she thought of Galen, of how much she loved him, she wanted to remember this moment. This moment in which they were joined, one person forged from love, the heat of youthful passion, and a lot of incredible sex.
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I write fan fiction for fun sometimes.
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