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Angel Company | TheVillian | 7

 

"Alright," she responds breathlessly but her hands don't seem to get the message. One arm grabs his head to lock him into another kiss while the other reaches for the fastener of his pants. She feels the weight of the bunk shift as together they undo the fastener. Lifting his weight she hears the pants fall. After she hears the distinct sound of pants falling off the bed he settles his weight downward, and she instinctively opens her legs in response feeling him settle in. Only two pieces of cloth, one that tightly clings to her body that is now soaking wet in anticipation and the other around his stiffness, separates them.

Hands explore between the two as Henry expertly shifts a little to a side and begins to gently manipulate Joanna's firm and generous breasts with one hand and rubbing Joanna's covered vagina though the cloth of her underwear. While Henry's hands betray years of expertise, Joanna's display raw passion finally discovering an outlet. One arm refuses to let Henry's face move more then a few inches from her own, letting her eyes broadcast the storm of emotions within her, while the other hand rubs his groin in return.

"You're going to have to let me go if I'm going to show you what a guy can do." He tells her, ever the professional.

"No I don't," Joanna responds, unable to contain herself any longer as she begins dry humping Henry with uncontrolled lust. With her training as a soldier her smaller form still has the muscle to move Henry's weight with ever slow thrust, "Fuck me Henry, don't tease me like this, just fuck me."

"Are you sure?" he responds, looking into her eyes and searching for any hesitation.

"Yes," she responds, breathing hard like she just ran for miles. Her eyes show no hesitation, just lust bordering on madness as she stares back with aching need.

Taking cue, his expert hands brush against her clit as he removes the final barriers between them. His weight settles, now gravity pressing them together as tightly as possible- Henry moving his hands underneath Joanna while she wraps her arms and legs around him. Lining up without using his hands or turning away from her gorgeous eyes- he enters her with a gentle thrust.

Despite the wetness, there is a moment of pain. She isn't strictly a virgin but nothing has been inside her that wasn't the finger of woman, usually but not always her own finger, for years. The feeling of the cock of a man comes with it a while new barrage of sensations, some of them pain from relative size.

"Joanna, relax- you're so tight. . ."

"Just. . .give me a moment. . ." she almost whimpers, but soon it's mere presence gives Joanna far more pleasure then the pain- she says nothing but begins humping again while looking into his eyes.

Henry takes cue and begins moving back and forth, but only a little- a maddeningly slow and small amount. Just when Joanna is about to scream in frustration he does it, a deep plunge into wet tightness- as far as he can go if she had to guess and and she loves him for it- but afterwords he continues his maddeningly slow and shallow strokes into her.

This continues for what feels like hours to the lust maddened Joanna, single strokes of bliss among maddeningly timid beginnings. Then, he does it- two deep strokes in succession into her and that in itself enough for what feels like an explosion of ecstasy behind her senses that doesn't stop. Someone screams in orgasmic bliss and it takes Joanna a few seconds to reconnect with reality enough to realize it's her. Henry is still there when she comes back down, still doing the maddeningly small timid thrusts that now seem absolutely cruel compared to what she's just felt and still lovingly looking into her eyes.

"God, you're beautiful when you cum."

"Shut up and don't stop! Don't Stop!"

The love making continues for what seems to go on forever, both blissful and aggravating to Joanna as Henry seems to be purposefully antagonizing her by holding back, but then he'd give her a chain of multiple deep thrusts and send her crashing into orgasms each more powerful then the last. Finally his experience seems to give to his own needs and she feels his breath change to pants of his own upon her face, never looking away from eyes burning with the same passion she had no doubt burned in hers. The deep thrusts were the normal now, and she could feel every nerve ending in her body building toward the largest cum yet, one so large there's a moment where she fears she'll be swept away. His eyes don't move, never flinching- refusing to look away. That's what she holds on too.

"Jo, I'm gonna cum."

"Do it baby. Give me everything!"

And that's all he needs, as his deepest stroke yet plunges as deep into her as he can get, which sets off her own passion one last time. The explosions in their nervous systems feel like fireworks up and down their bodies but their eyes stay locked, their eyes screaming volumes of passion before there's one last wave of pure pleasure that she falls under.

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She wakes up gently, now laying on her side facing away from the door. The feeling of body heat on her back immediately tell her the love making wasn't a dream, quickly accompanied by the arm across her tight stomach, the legs mingling among hers, and the feeling of hot breath inter spaced with kisses on her neck. It takes a moment for a much more subtle sensation to be felt as well, that of a warm viscous fluid working it's way from her vagina and being pulled by gravity down her turned thighs.

"Henry?" she asks, a little afraid about what the fluid could mean but here it feels. . .right, somehow.

"Yea, gorgeous?" he responds, pausing the kissing to her momentary displeasure.

"Did you. . .did you cum inside me?"

"Yes," he responds honestly, the edge of worry that he may have ruined something creeping into his voice, "Did you not want me too?"

"I. . .at the time, yes."

"But now you're wondering if we did the right thing?" he finishes for her.

"Yes."

He says nothing, his arm moves up and cups a breast as the kisses continue.

"Henry?"

"Yes?"

"How many women have you slept with?"

He pauses, considering his answer- and deciding that the truth will probably hurt the least, "2,284 including you."

It's her turn to pause, the answer was less then ideal but not entirely unexpected. She has seen his file, after all.

"Are you sure?"

"I tried to memorize all of their names at the beginning, but with how badly some planets are underpopulated I had to settle for keeping the correct count."

"Any diseases I should know about?"

"No, I'm clean." he responds. Given that humanity now had the cure for pretty much any disease that evolved from Earth and quite a few that didn't, this was a reassurance.

"How many women have you gotten pregnant?"

"417, possibly a few more an Alcore-5 that nobody has figured out about yet."

"How many kids do you have?"

"63, almost all grown in incubators. Just because the guys get the color coding doesn't mean your side of the gender line went undamaged." he explains.

She turns her head to look him in the eyes once more, and the looks tells her that he doesn't want to lose her, but doesn't want to lie to her either.

"Are you going to sleep with other women on this ship?"

"I have too, the human race needs my genes too much."

She turns her head back away from him to process all this new information, information she's not sure she likes.

"Joanna, ask me one more question."

"What?"

"How many women I've slept with twice."

"How many women have you slept with twice?"

He shoves his weight up and holds her tighter, putting his mouth right next to her ear when he whispers.

"You'd be the first, if you'll have me."

Turning her body back, she kisses him once again.

 

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