Gabrielle’s moans grew louder and sharper. “That’s it…that’s it,” he moaned with her. “You’re getting there, aren’t you? You’re getting there…” Her answer came as a wailing crescendo, accompanied by a rhythmic tightening and pulsing of her inner tube around his shaft, letting him know he’d kept his promise. She fell down, panting, on top of him. Still fully sheathed in her, Brogan squeezed her buttocks again. “Mmm, that was good,” he murmured at her. “Hold on…”
In a post-orgasmic fog, Gabrielle put her arms around him, tingling with the pleasure of him still filling her passage. Brogan lifted himself and her with him, coming up to his knees with her legs around him. He spilled her backwards letting her head come to rest at the foot of the bed, and lowered himself on top of her. She got her thighs up around his hips and braced herself to receive more pumping. As soon as she was fully prone beneath him, Brogan started again, pumping fast, hard, and deep, plunging his dick into her all the way to his balls. She was the total and complete captive of his screwing. She lay under him and kissed at his shoulders and neck and cheeks and lips, accepting his every hard thrust and penetration, reveling in the sounds of joyous lust that he made. “You like my dick? Huh?” he groaned hotly at her. “You like my fucking dick? Tell me you like it.”
In a whirlpool of pleasure, Gabrielle said deliriously back, “Yes…oh, yes, I love it…”
Brogan grunted on, “Yeah, love that dick. Love it. I’ve got some more cream for you. I’m gonna cream in you some more. Oh, shit…” He banged away at her, feeling as if he’d melt into her wetness, soaking up the pleasure transmitted from Gabrielle’s inner reaches through his pumping shaft and into his being. He began to hold himself all the way in her for an extra second on his downstroke, drawing long moans of added pleasure from her. “Here it comes…here it comes…fuck, I’m coming…I’m coming…Uuuhhh…”
His ejaculation felt squeezed as much from his soul as from his balls. With a final hard stroke, Brogan reached for her womb with his driving meat pole and let go. A mighty splash of semen fountained into Gabrielle’s depths, followed by another. He lay down on her, kissing her passionately and filling her mouth with his tongue, which she sucked and savored. They felt so completely fused together that they were hardly aware that they had grown still until Brogan’s softened cock slipped out. They stayed that way, Brogan on top of her, their breaths mixing together as he kissed her on and on. Eventually, he rolled off and dismounted, but still kept her in his arms.
Keeping his face close to hers, Brogan asked, “You tired?”
She pecked at his lips. “The good kind of tired,” she replied.
“Mmm,” he said, nodding, understanding. “The kind of tired you get after a good lay. And that was definitely a good lay.” He pecked her lips in return. “Beautiful tits. Tight, wet kitty.” He stroked his fingers along her wet and slippery lady lips. “And the way you went down on me…shit, that was fantastic. You really know what to do down there, don’t you?”
“It helps to have something beautiful to work with.” She smiled at him.
Brogan pulled her into a deep kiss, feeding her his tongue again.
“Seems like you’re all healed up, then,” he said.
“I am feeling no pain at all,” Gabrielle replied, with a lick of his lips. He chuckled at that and teased her tongue with his own.
“We should probably go to sleep now. Maybe you are all healed up, but we’ll probably have orders coming in the morning. We’ll want to be rested.”
She sighed. “You’re right.”
“Let’s get under the covers.”
Groggily, they climbed up the bed again, pulled back the spread and the sheets, got themselves under the sheets, switched off the room’s main lights and turned on the dim sleeping lights, and settled in.
Lying face to face, they looked at each other in the low, soft lights and smiled. Gabrielle reached over and touched Brogan’s chest, running her fingers over his pecs and rustling them through the hair on them. In return, Brogan traced the contours of her breasts with his own fingertips. “Your tits are so nice,” he whispered.
“Your everything is so nice,” she whispered back.
Half-groaning, he said, “Oh, shit, there it is.”
Blinking, she asked, “What?”
“I’m getting another boner,” he said.
“Big surprise.” She smiled a little more broadly.
“No surprise, but you know it’s big. Damn. We were supposed to be going to sleep.”
“The best-laid plans…” she said.
“Operative word being ‘laid.’ I’m not going to be able to get to sleep like this. Think I can get you one last time before we call it a night?”
“Just one last time?”
With a dirty, sexy grin, Brogan replied, “We’ll see.”
“Thought you’d never ask,” she said, pulling him into her arms. She rolled onto her back and let him climb on top of her. “Let me have that thing.”
Gabrielle took hold of his crotch dragon and moved it to where they both wanted it. “Ooohhh…” she sounded as he slid it home again. “Oh, it feels so good.”
“Fuck yes,” he said, slurping at her mouth and beginning to pump. “Damn…damn, you’re good.”
She put her arms around his shoulders and received him with a welcoming body, sex, and heart. The more she had him, the more Gabrielle thought Brogan was the most exquisitely beautiful creature she had ever seen. His body, his hardened and pumping maleness, everything about him was so perfect. She couldn’t ask for a better partner in bed. And being this good in bed, she knew, he must be just as good in every way.
Feeling the impassioned pump and thrust of his steel-hard rod in her yielding wetness, she sensed that she could trust him with her very life. With Brogan penetrating her depths, rustling his chest hair against the softness of her bosom and the sensitivity of her nipples, Gabrielle felt filled not only with Brogan’s cock but with all the life in the world. “Oh, Brogan,” she sighed. “Don’t stop. Don’t take it out. Never take it out. Ooohhh…”
Brogan captured her mouth in a savage, needy kiss. “I never want to take it out. Uuuhhh…uuuhhh…”
He banged away at her in the dim light under the sheets, giving her every centimeter of his length, feeling his beat and throb inside her charge his body up and knowing he was charging her up as well. In a sexual stupor, he licked and whispered in her ear, “You love how I fuck you, don’t you?”
“Yes…yes…yes…” she moaned. “Yes…”
Gabrielle submitted completely to him, happy to be so helpless under him, so completely captured by pleasure. She kept one arm around his shoulder and slid one hand down his back to grasp his urgently rising and falling buttocks. “Oh, yeah,” he grunted atop her. “Grab my ass. Yeah, grab that ass…” She played with his bottom, spurring him to continue humping hard and deep. In her mind’s eye she saw the head of his tool inside her, pumping in and out, reaching for her womb where it would soon release another white river. She imagined it filling her up again, even as his body and his tool were filling her with more and more delight.
He raised up on his elbows while continuing to drill her feverishly. “Oh, damn…oh, damn, yes…”
Gabrielle said nothing. She only shut her eyes and ran her fingernails up and down his heaving buttocks, showing him with her gestures how much more she wanted of him. And he gave it to her. He pumped away, passionately, as if he had never needed anything as much in his life as he needed to be inside her. She pried open her eyes just in time to see him shut his eyes tight and grit his teeth, grunting fiercely, and she sensed his moment was coming again.
“FUCK!” he growled, and slammed his meat hard into her, and she sensed that it was hitting him. At this moment she knew from the frenzied throb of his pole inside her that his cream was flowing freely into her once more. He locked himself against her that way until all the tension drained out of his body, even as all the seed poured out of his pouch that pressed
against her mound. And then Brogan settled himself on top of her again, breathing deep, satisfied breaths.
She let him stay on top of her that way for a while, not minding at all. He felt almost as good resting on top of her as he did humping her. When at last he rolled off her, she rolled with him and nestled her head against his chest. They tangled their legs together and Brogan held her in his arms.
“Thanks,” he said. “I needed to work that off.” He kissed the top of her head. “Did you come this time?”
“Almost,” she relied, kissing and nuzzling his chest. “But I’m not keeping score.”
“I owe you one. Maybe we’ll have time for one more in the morning.”
“I hope so,” she said, yawning.
They grew still once again and let sleep take them.
CHAPTER SIX
At the first gossamer rays of the next morning Gabrielle found Brogan lying on his side, facing her, still asleep, so sexy that he made her heart sigh and something turn wet again down lower. She brushed the backs of her fingers along the side of his face, which was rough with an overnight growth of stubble. That was sexy in itself. Don’t bother shaving that, she thought.
His eyes fluttered open and immediately focused on her. “Good morning,” he said in a husky just-waking voice.
“Good morning yourself,” she whispered.
“Get over here,” he commanded.
She obeyed, sliding over to him under the sheets in which he had so rapturously banged her before they dropped into sleep. He gathered her up into his arms and into a kiss. Pressing against him, she felt something stiff, long, and hot rustling against her thighs. She was positively going to have to get some more of that.
“That was great last night,” Brogan said. “Really, really great. A little under my average, though. I’m usually good for more than three times.”
She grinned sexily at him. “Of course you are. You’re a Lacertan. Though, if you remember, you actually came four times. There was that little spill first, with the dildo…”
He half-smiled and half-frowned at that. “Shit. Don’t remind me. That wasn’t my finest moment, that time.”
Gabrielle nuzzled at him. “All your moments are fine. Better than fine. You, Squire Brogan, are a very sexy dragon.”
Brogan pecked her nose with a kiss. “Thank you, Agent Long. And as I also remember, I owe you one from that last time. Want to go down and, uh, motivate my dick a little?”
Touching his hardness, she said, “It doesn’t need any motivation, but I’d be more than happy to.”
She pulled the covers away and he put himself on his back. She moved down the tight, muscular, and delicately hairy body that had topped her so beautifully last night and addressed his boner with a long lick from base to tip, lapping up the bead of salty sap that it exuded. She moved down his pole with her mouth, taking him in, and he rumbled forth his approval. Filling her mouth with his meat once more, she fondled his berry sac and got down to the business of pleasuring him.
As if slipping back into a dream, and a very sexy dream at that, Brogan shut his eyes and sifted his fingers through her hair, giving himself over to the feeling of the slip of her tongue and the pull and slide of her lips along his cock. Gabrielle had the keenest instincts in bed. Her every lick and suck and slurp at his privates, her every teasing stroke and caress on his pouch, seemed to be not just the sexiness of someone he had known only a couple of days, but the oral pleasuring of someone who had known him and been going down on him for years.
Brogan had never been one for long-term relationships, but the way Gabrielle sucked him, he could truly see himself having her suck him for years. His mind and senses rolled and spun with wet abandon. She could devour him this way forever, except she had one place that he loved being even more than her mouth.
And yet, she wasn’t finished down there yet. Brogan’s eyes rolled back in his head when she moved up his shaft and released it, then licked her way back down it until her tongue came to where her fingers were teasing. Her tongue then took the place of her fingers, and Brogan was off and spinning again with her licking in circles at the softness of his scrotum. He gulped, and as if she sensed it, she took his plumpness into her mouth, and he nearly shouted with the sudden rise of pleasure from it.
Gabrielle petted and thumbed the hairs of his bush while taking his jewel pouch onto her tongue. She feasted on him, transmitting into his body her pleasure and delight at how delicious he was. Powerless against her pleasuring, he flexed and relaxed the muscles of his legs, feeling as if the morning were finding him in a waking dream.
Nearly breathless, Brogan raised himself up on one elbow, the fingers of his other hand still passing through her hair. He watched her for a moment, saw his pole standing at full attention while she sucked on his pouch, and thought it was perhaps the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. He almost wanted to fall back down onto the bed and just let her suck away—but no, he still had another craving that needed satisfaction. “Come back up here,” he croaked against the pleasure. “Give me some more of that kitty.”
Gabrielle’s releasing of his sac felt like a tiny death, but Brogan had no fear. In a moment he would come fully to life once again. She lay herself back down beside him and opened her arms and legs to him. Brogan climbed onto her and brought the head of his tool to what awaited him between her thighs. At once his instrument parted the lips of her sex and slid deep into her.
He felt her body respond to his presence in her wet and receptive channel; felt her completely overtaken, as he was, by that first exquisite stroke of his hard and straining length inside her. She pushed herself up against him and let him in, all the way to his moistened sac that pressed against her, and let them fuse together before Brogan began to pump away, showing her both his dragon lust and his manly need.
The mattress bounced under them with the force of Brogan’s thrusting. Her moans beneath him were a plea for him never to let it end, and he answered them with mad kisses while she moved her fingers through his hair as he had done hers. The feeling of his rod beating hard and fast inside her was maddening, the most wonderful madness she could ever possibly imagine.
His own voice, the grunts and groans that he made, seemed to say that he might die of ecstasy with his very next stroke. “My ass,” he gasped. “Grab my ass.” Oh, yes, his ass. His beautiful, firm, heaving bottom. She wanted it as much as she wanted his cock, and she took one cheek of it in either hand and squeezed it as if to squeeze all the lust from his being.
He roared at her through clenched teeth, driven to ever more urgency with her clutching at his buttocks while he drove and pounded his hardness inside her. Neither of them could form words now; they could only make drunken sounds of insane pleasure. Brogan slammed his piston into her and held it there, slammed it in and held it there again, on and on, and they both sounded as if they could burst and dissolve into weeping from it.
He screwed her as if he had never screwed anyone else in his life and would never screw anyone else again. He poured his every muscle and the entirety of his soul into pumping his long and throbbing prick inside her. Gabrielle pushed her mound up against him, her body seeming to want to become a single flesh with his.
Pumping his pole faster inside her clenching wetness, Brogan let out a long sound almost like the roaring reptilian beast that he was inside. He rammed his meat into Gabrielle one last time, and felt the bottom drop out of the world while a hot and stormy tingling filled his body—and something else filled Gabrielle, shot from his loins into her depths. A thick, warm, and plentiful custard filled her honey pot, delivered in a great gushing from Brogan’s throbbing spigot.
Gabrielle’s body vibrated at the sensation of his orgasm. He resumed pumping, more slowly, and their breathing slowed as well. His beating in and out of her turned from a mad race of ecstasy to a sweet, tender rising and falling, a sweet slide of his rod between her curtains and into her passage, until he softened and slipped all the way out.
Breathing deeply, Brogan climbed down between Gabrielle’s still open legs to where his warm, white stickiness oozed out of her. He took some of it onto his fingertip and took his fingertip to her lady piece, and smoothed the semen onto it. She cooed in response, letting him move his finger in circles around her pulpy pleasure switch. Brogan made her back arch and her muscles clench in time to what he did to her.
He was taking her to where he had just been. He smiled at her sex while he fingered her tenderest spot, and listened to her gradually quickening breaths, until she let out a moan of pure joy and he knew that he had gotten her to her destination at the end of a blissful morning’s journey.
As if in a dream, Brogan climbed back up onto the bed beside her. She rolled to one side and he gathered her up, nestling himself against her and putting his soft but still long man-hose in the cleft of her buttocks. They lay like spoons with Brogan’s arms wrapped around her. Their bodies were the whole world…
…until the sounds of incoming comm links snapped them both to alertness.
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