From Coruscant to....(Closed for Apollo Wilde and Naphalm)

[Naphalm]

He groaned longingly as she moved from him, leaving him hard and wet, his manhood throbbing with every pound of his heart. As she moved to tower over him, her perfect body only a short distance from him, close enough to inspect every curve. Yet it was the sultry expression that made him quiver.

He swore his tongue had grown three times as large as he considered his words, causing a rosy flush to fill his cheeks.

"What I would do..." he murmured. "Anything... I'd do anything and everything for you. I'd kiss you... I'd... taste you. I'd give you as much pleasure and joy as was in my power to offer."

Slowly he reached up, gliding up against the sides of her leg, onto her waist and hesitantly up to cup her beautiful breasts, the pad of his thumbs brushing against her nipples on unison.

 

[Apollo Wilde]

His earnestness, as always, touched her. And, for a brief moment, she felt almost guilty about putting him in this position. Perhaps he wasn’t ready for it. Perhaps she was taking advantage of someone that was new, fresh out into a strange universe when his world had been entirely turned upside down.

But then again….

She stepped down, and pressed her lips to his, silencing him. Standing there, she deepened the kiss, her tongue gentle against his mouth before seeking an entrance. Her tongue tangling with his, she lowered herself onto his lap, taking his cock within her in a slow, smooth stroke, a soft groan slipping into his mouth.

Nestling herself comfortably onto his lap, she slipped her arms around his neck, touching her forehead to his. Breaking the kiss, she panted softly, before giving him a slow, indolent smirk. “We ain’t gonna get anything done if we keep endin’ up like this…”

She gave a small push forward of her hips, shifting him deep within her, to a long purr escaping her mouth. “It ain’t right for someone ta feel this good….”

 

[Naphalm]

His body stilled and his words cut off as she simply pressed her lips to his, blanketing his mind with a comfortable numb as all worries melted from him in the wake of that kiss. It was soft yet so full of passion, and he returned it with a stunned eagerness. He was taken by it that he barely noticed her move until the tip of his throbbing manhood slid inside her.

He took a long, sharp intake, breathing her in as their hips connected. Everything felt so different to the last time, so much more real. Their last union was fogged in a haze, dreamlike and forgotten. Now, it was slow, deliberate, and every second etched into his brain.

He could have sat there for hours, feeling their hearts beat together, the soft quivers of her wrapped tightly around him. But when she shifted, and it sparked, a groan escaped his lips. At her last statement, he could only nod in agreement.

He slipped his arms around her waist, taking the moment to caress her smooth silky skin. Slowly, with each teasing shift of her hips, his palms moved lower till he was gripping the globes of her ass.

Finally he could take no more of the flexing and teasing, Madoka was awakening a hunger inside of him that burned in his heart and in his cock. Using strong arms he stilled her, lifting her up slightly. As he gazed into her eyes, he gently pushed his hips upward, his hardness pushing back inside her. He let out a little sigh as he buried deep before dropping back to the chair.

He couldnt help but grin as he set the pace, a steady up and down of only a few inches yet the feeling of her was like nothing else...

 

[Apollo Wilde]

Her nose brushing against his, she grinned as she felt his hands snake round her, grasp her rear. She thought, for a moment, to make some quip about him being a fast leaner, but as he pushed up into her, all of her thoughts left with a gasp.

Lowering her face into the crook of his neck and shoulder, she rocked her hips forward into him, gently encouraging him to keep going, to keep taking the lead. To take his pleasure from her. It was a rare occasion where Madoka would be in a position to do something close to submitting.

Her arms tenderly wrapped about his neck, tangled in the hair at the nape of his neck. She continued to roll her hips back and forth, moving him smoothly within her. Gripping him with her cunt as she rolled back, it felt as if she wasn’t going to let him slip all the way from her. She would allow an inch or so to slip from her warmth, before she moved forward to greedily reclaim his cock.

Then, as if remembering herself, she stopped, again, with a long sigh, brushing her nose against his before tilting her head to give him a soft kiss. Though she didn’t say a word, the look in her eyes told him everything he needed to know - that he was free to set the pace, that she was ready, and willing. How wet she was around his cock would attest to that.