Building a Nest of Our Own03 The Call of Gravity
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«Do you have a place for me?», said her message. «I have A place for you», said my answer. On my way to the exchanger I thought that what we didn’t have was time. Her transport arrived at 11 and my ship was leaving five hours later, so the plan was to pass by at the space station. No time to get down to the planet, nor for the dance of intentions with which we delighted in the past. Writing on bold and in a few words, we have five hours and a screw pending.
All we had to say each other had been said already the months, weeks and days before the reencounter. The notice of everything else was a brief message telling me of her arrival at the city, without specifying the reasons for her visit, Biz, most def, would have been the answer if it had been necessary to ask. But it was not.
When we met the time came for the uncomfortable moment of not knowing well how to make the first move, nor by her part or by mine. Traveling light, as usual, she avoided touching me too much on our way to the parking lot where my vehicle was waiting. Once there, far away from the cams and indiscreet eyes, our mouths crossed in her first kiss and my first bite.
The trip down the outside of the station lasted only a few minutes during which my hands slid down her leather leggings, sizing up her response to my contact. She stared me in silence, possibly counting the wrinkles that had appeared in my face since my last encounter. We arrived at the hotel.
Once in the room, she poured herself a drink while I removed my boots and lay down in bed. I watched her with envy as she drank her whiskey on a couple of swigs, and with lust when after dropping the glass she took her shirt uncovering the upper side of her body. Ah, her breasts. How much I longed to bite them.
She approached me, and my mouth to one of her nipples. I bit and a she moaned, and my hands understanding the message gave way to the maneuver of releasing her belt. I took it off on a tug and put it by my side, not too far, while I proceed to remove her leggings and, on the way and for not losing any more time, the latex black thong hiding below.
I laid her on the bed to finish stripping off the tight garments and I kept observing her skin, more tanned than years later, fruit of her stay on Mercury. I made her turn around and a smack on her bottom confirmed me that color still surfaced zealous to my contact. I hold her hair strongly and my other hand dug my nails in her nape and slide them down her back, creasing her skin on red. Her breathing speed up, and she rub her bum against my crutch. Yes, it was her. Not a clone.
She turned and kissed me, we kissed, she bit me and we bit. She took off my clothes and lick the scars on my chest. Our naked bodies rubbed and my dick became hard, very hard, without bothering on being on that intermediate state that require attention. I turned her over again and licked the grooves I had left on her back, I bit her shoulders and her neck from behind, I rubbed my sex against her butt. I used her belt to tie her wrists to her back, because I owe her. And I lean her body against the crystal wall.
In front of us, at the other side of the glass, the open space of the Solar System. We couldn’t saw the sun, but a thousand stars and some (many) ships on transit by the exterior of the station. In her reflection the eyes wide shut and the mouth half open, a light breath breaking out her lips and tarnishing her image. Without further ado, I penetrate her.
Her cunt welcomed me with humidity and warm, without resistance, or at least I had that feeling. Her skin stood on end, or my imagination wanted to see it that way. She moaned, or my ears deceived me. But even if reality was just a point of view, I went inside and outside her like in the old times, accelerating step by step the rhythm until I fucked her with all my strength.
When the pace of my charge began to decay (because of the age more than the will), she broke out my hold and she knelt before me with so much strength that I thought her knees were going to go by the ceiling of the lower floor. Her mouth searched for my balls, swallowed them and filled them with saliva, and her tongue slid up the trunk to the summit and skewered with v******e on my dick. It was a movement so calculated and mastered, so perfectly executed, that I couldn’t respond but holding her head on my hands, leaning her again against the glass, and nailing my member on her mouth until she retired gagging. She looked at me with vice in her eyes and saliva drooling from her lips like a waterfall. We did it again. And again, and again. Until it wasn’t funny anymore.
Her gagging and her eyelash mascara turned on black tears sliding her face, the puddle of saliva on the floor and her hair totally disheveled marked the moment to change the game, and she crawled to the bed fleeing like escaping a psycho on a horror movie. She moved with difficulty resting on her knees, possibly uncomfortable for not being able to use her hands, so I went closer to her, hold her hair strongly and unfastened the belt, again.
Supported on all fours, she arched lightly her back and offered me her ass. I pushed her head against the edge of the bed and placed myself, with my legs opened like a horseman and my cock at the entrance of her paradise. I thought of spitting on it for lubrication, but my dick was so soaked on her saliva that didn’t need any more help. «For old times», she said. I didn’t had to answer: I sodomized her.
I have been for so long without fucking her ass that I pump from the first memory I kept of entering there, that snowy winter under an icy moon, to the last one on the burning jungle of asphalt. My hands kept her buttocks apart to open it more and penetrate her deeply, and my breath turned on to a guttural sound of a b**st mad by vice and lust. The more she opened to me, the more I stuck into her.
And then, zero gravity. A system failure on the space station deactivated the lights, vital support and artificial gravity. Our bodies started to float on the darkness of the room, with that glass wall separating us from the intinite void, and oxygen stopped renewing by the airing ducts. Not that we cared much at that time, so focused as we were on ourselves. I kept skewering her like she masturbated furiously. Then came the end.
As soon as I felt I was coming I left her inside and tried to bring her head close to my dick before bursting like a volcano, but it wasn’t possible. The force of the undocking movement in absence of gravity split us sending each one to the opposite side of the room. I came stronger than never and saw my cum being throw, or throwing me back, separating me from her. But as it could not be otherwise, she was fast and opened her mouth, leaned with her toes and propelled herself forward with such mastery that on the way swallowed all the liquid that was floating waiting for her.
The momentum brought her to me, just when my eyes closed in ecstasy. The lack of oxygen made me not open them again. But I still remember, before my eye lids close for the last time in the eternal dream of death, that I saw her holding me and smiling. Or maybe it was just my imagination.
All we had to say each other had been said already the months, weeks and days before the reencounter. The notice of everything else was a brief message telling me of her arrival at the city, without specifying the reasons for her visit, Biz, most def, would have been the answer if it had been necessary to ask. But it was not.
When we met the time came for the uncomfortable moment of not knowing well how to make the first move, nor by her part or by mine. Traveling light, as usual, she avoided touching me too much on our way to the parking lot where my vehicle was waiting. Once there, far away from the cams and indiscreet eyes, our mouths crossed in her first kiss and my first bite.
The trip down the outside of the station lasted only a few minutes during which my hands slid down her leather leggings, sizing up her response to my contact. She stared me in silence, possibly counting the wrinkles that had appeared in my face since my last encounter. We arrived at the hotel.
Once in the room, she poured herself a drink while I removed my boots and lay down in bed. I watched her with envy as she drank her whiskey on a couple of swigs, and with lust when after dropping the glass she took her shirt uncovering the upper side of her body. Ah, her breasts. How much I longed to bite them.
She approached me, and my mouth to one of her nipples. I bit and a she moaned, and my hands understanding the message gave way to the maneuver of releasing her belt. I took it off on a tug and put it by my side, not too far, while I proceed to remove her leggings and, on the way and for not losing any more time, the latex black thong hiding below.
I laid her on the bed to finish stripping off the tight garments and I kept observing her skin, more tanned than years later, fruit of her stay on Mercury. I made her turn around and a smack on her bottom confirmed me that color still surfaced zealous to my contact. I hold her hair strongly and my other hand dug my nails in her nape and slide them down her back, creasing her skin on red. Her breathing speed up, and she rub her bum against my crutch. Yes, it was her. Not a clone.
She turned and kissed me, we kissed, she bit me and we bit. She took off my clothes and lick the scars on my chest. Our naked bodies rubbed and my dick became hard, very hard, without bothering on being on that intermediate state that require attention. I turned her over again and licked the grooves I had left on her back, I bit her shoulders and her neck from behind, I rubbed my sex against her butt. I used her belt to tie her wrists to her back, because I owe her. And I lean her body against the crystal wall.
In front of us, at the other side of the glass, the open space of the Solar System. We couldn’t saw the sun, but a thousand stars and some (many) ships on transit by the exterior of the station. In her reflection the eyes wide shut and the mouth half open, a light breath breaking out her lips and tarnishing her image. Without further ado, I penetrate her.
Her cunt welcomed me with humidity and warm, without resistance, or at least I had that feeling. Her skin stood on end, or my imagination wanted to see it that way. She moaned, or my ears deceived me. But even if reality was just a point of view, I went inside and outside her like in the old times, accelerating step by step the rhythm until I fucked her with all my strength.
When the pace of my charge began to decay (because of the age more than the will), she broke out my hold and she knelt before me with so much strength that I thought her knees were going to go by the ceiling of the lower floor. Her mouth searched for my balls, swallowed them and filled them with saliva, and her tongue slid up the trunk to the summit and skewered with v******e on my dick. It was a movement so calculated and mastered, so perfectly executed, that I couldn’t respond but holding her head on my hands, leaning her again against the glass, and nailing my member on her mouth until she retired gagging. She looked at me with vice in her eyes and saliva drooling from her lips like a waterfall. We did it again. And again, and again. Until it wasn’t funny anymore.
Her gagging and her eyelash mascara turned on black tears sliding her face, the puddle of saliva on the floor and her hair totally disheveled marked the moment to change the game, and she crawled to the bed fleeing like escaping a psycho on a horror movie. She moved with difficulty resting on her knees, possibly uncomfortable for not being able to use her hands, so I went closer to her, hold her hair strongly and unfastened the belt, again.
Supported on all fours, she arched lightly her back and offered me her ass. I pushed her head against the edge of the bed and placed myself, with my legs opened like a horseman and my cock at the entrance of her paradise. I thought of spitting on it for lubrication, but my dick was so soaked on her saliva that didn’t need any more help. «For old times», she said. I didn’t had to answer: I sodomized her.
I have been for so long without fucking her ass that I pump from the first memory I kept of entering there, that snowy winter under an icy moon, to the last one on the burning jungle of asphalt. My hands kept her buttocks apart to open it more and penetrate her deeply, and my breath turned on to a guttural sound of a b**st mad by vice and lust. The more she opened to me, the more I stuck into her.
And then, zero gravity. A system failure on the space station deactivated the lights, vital support and artificial gravity. Our bodies started to float on the darkness of the room, with that glass wall separating us from the intinite void, and oxygen stopped renewing by the airing ducts. Not that we cared much at that time, so focused as we were on ourselves. I kept skewering her like she masturbated furiously. Then came the end.
As soon as I felt I was coming I left her inside and tried to bring her head close to my dick before bursting like a volcano, but it wasn’t possible. The force of the undocking movement in absence of gravity split us sending each one to the opposite side of the room. I came stronger than never and saw my cum being throw, or throwing me back, separating me from her. But as it could not be otherwise, she was fast and opened her mouth, leaned with her toes and propelled herself forward with such mastery that on the way swallowed all the liquid that was floating waiting for her.
The momentum brought her to me, just when my eyes closed in ecstasy. The lack of oxygen made me not open them again. But I still remember, before my eye lids close for the last time in the eternal dream of death, that I saw her holding me and smiling. Or maybe it was just my imagination.
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