There was no stiffness or restraint in Miranda's behavior. In a form-fitting suit that emphasized her flawless figure, she sat provocatively on my lap and sharply, with predatory grace, brought her face close to mine. But before I had time to be charmed by her blue eyes, mesmerizing from such an intimate distance, the brunette managed to press her whole body against me, merging with me in a hot kiss. This time, the contact of lips was filled with three sins: greed due to intensity, insatiability due to continuous contact, and, of course, lust.
Tongues intertwined, the embrace tightened, and the tension reached its very peak. And while the former Cerberus spy wrapped her arms around my neck, pulling me ever closer, I slid my palms over her luxurious hips and waist until I stopped to abruptly stand up and press my partner against the wall. She didn't resist – on the contrary, she actively participated, wrapping her arms and legs tightly around me.
Miranda Lawson... People often say about women like her: "That's not a girl – that's a dream." An embodiment of perfection created not by nature, but by science. Her perfect figure beckoned, making me want to explore every detail, especially those hidden under the suit – tight and snow-white. Her long legs could be the envy of many models. Her waist – graceful and narrow, perfectly emphasized her femininity, and her firm ass begged to be grabbed tighter. Her breasts were perfectly shaped; even through clothes, they prompted a desire to touch and squeeze them to provoke Miranda into charming moans. But all this paled before her lips – promising heavenly pleasure.
Quickly finding the clasp, I ran my hand over it, helping the girl get rid of the upper part of her suit. In response, Miranda helped with my attire, finally cutting off any retreat. And who would dare to run away when an almost naked beauty with a wildly beating heart is in front of you, moreover, fully ready for a passionate continuation of the night on Omega?
Methodically moving to the bed, I laid Miranda on her back and, reinforcing every step with hot kisses, began to slide my hands along her flexible back, unfastening her bra and freeing her breasts from any restrictions. And tired of just kissing, my lips found a new target, first simply touching a hardened nipple, and then, with a couple of movements, I brought the cutie to trembling, as if an electric discharge had passed through her.
Miranda clearly liked this approach, as evidenced by the palm pressing my head tightly against her firm breast. But can one be limited to just one dish? I lowered my hand even lower, slowly removing her dark panties, stripping the girl's pussy of its last protection. And then I carelessly used two fingers to explore the most intimate place in her, first probing the entrance, completely devoid of annoying factors like hair, and then penetrated inside for reconnaissance.
Quickly finishing with her, in the heat of passion, I smoothly pulled away from her breast and crawled back slightly to run my tongue over her clitoris, causing impatient moans that intensified many times over after moving to the sweet and wet pussy. And the more I tasted it with my tongue and lips, the more pliable and wet it became, as if Miranda's whole body was boiling with passion.
Not even a couple of minutes passed before the beauty shuddered, and her legs instinctively wrapped around my head. A forceful grip with a hand holding on right before juices squirted from her pussy, signaling readiness to accept something more than just a tongue.
Long abstinence had a bad effect on me. My dick had been standing at attention since our first kiss, and additional flirtations with Miranda only excited it more. I had to exert remarkable effort to observe the rules of good tone, that is, to penetrate inside the vagina slowly and gently – providing more pleasure than receiving it. Entering full length without roughness, I let my partner get used to the feeling of fullness a little.
Miranda squeezed her eyes shut, and getting used to the sensations – meekly nodded, launching the process of rhythmic sliding along the walls of her wet pussy. This was difficult; the girl experienced spasms now and then, and working the narrow cave was a squeaky affair. It took about three minutes for Miranda to start asking for more: — Faster, - she whispered, wrapping her legs around my torso and pulling me closer to increase the pace and depth of penetration.
After the space battle, I was a little drained, but as soon as I felt how the pliable body responded to my every movement, my stamina immediately got a second wind. Perhaps the adrenaline rush was even mutual. Our bodies moved in unison, harder and faster, until the walls of her vagina contracted, and a loud moan pierced the entire room. Miranda experienced her first serious orgasm, which slightly slowed down my offensive operation. I needed to give her a breather before the second round.
True, for a superhuman, she reached the peak of pleasure somehow too quickly. It seems that the Cerberus spy, due to her halo of inaccessibility, was deprived of male attention, setting inflated requirements for candidates. Because of which she was in sexual starvation for a long time and is now capable of being satisfied with so little. I'm ready to bet a whole cruiser on this and not miscalculate a bit.
The blue-eyed beauty enjoyed the pleasant sensations, even closed her eyes, trying to merge completely with them. And when she recovered from the first shock, she decided to return to the game, but now by her own rules. With a predatory gleam in her eyes, she tried to turn me onto my back. She applied little force for this, but I had no desire to stop such initiative in any way. Graciously allowing the lady to end up on top, in the cowgirl position, I began to examine the incredible picture: her sweaty face was covered with a cute blush, luxurious hair scattered over her shoulders like a dark waterfall, and her lips curved in a cheeky smile – as if she had won the battle for the title of galactic champion.
— I... - she purred, softly exploring every muscle on my torso. — Also love to control the process.
Taking the statement as a challenge, I pulled Miranda to me for another kiss, simultaneously penetrating her from the bottom up. The new position, like a new turn in our relationship, ignited a second fire of passion in her. She impaled herself on my dick more and more briskly, and her tongue moved so unexpectedly that it made me lose my head surely but steadily.
Unable to hold back, I began to move at an energetic pace that burned stamina faster than drops of water evaporate on the scorching sand of Tatooine. Miranda adjusted to the rhythm and always met me halfway, organizing quick entries and exits from her burning pussy.
— Mhm... - a minute later she broke the kiss to catch her breath a little. — One could get used to this...
— Like red sand or... - I didn't have time to finish before Miranda bit her lip and pressed a finger to my lips.
— Incorrect, - she answered affectionately. — Like something impossible to break the habit of.
Arching her back, she lowered herself almost the full length and tightly squeezed the walls, causing sensations that were painful but painfully pleasant. And when Miranda began to move with rhythmic sways, engaging all the flexibility of her body, one could drown completely in these waves of pleasure.
Now it became even a little clearer why Jedi are forbidden to love or enter into close relationships. Force-sensitives develop an addiction to any forms of pleasure faster than others – to everything that the Sith value so much. Supporters of the Dark Side live not only by bloodthirsty murders and the subjugation of all living things. Everything that is sinful to the world is a source of strength for them. And Miranda... She managed to completely throw overboard all my pure and romantic feelings for Juno Eclipse, leaving only what could be seen and felt here and now – insatiable lust capable of making me stronger.
— Didn't even think you were so incredible, - I decided to give a compliment, albeit a slightly crude one.
— I am incredible, - she declared with a touch of arrogance, and judging by the confidence in her voice, Miranda sincerely believed it. — And I know it... ah... very well.
What lesson can be drawn from this? Confident women can be fucked just as confidently.
Imbuing my body with the Force, I switched to a more aggressive attack, almost instantly bringing my partner to another peak of pleasure. And as soon as she reached it, I quickly regained control over the process, changing position and location. Hurriedly leading Lawson to the window, I turned her around to enter from behind. Miranda braced herself with her hands and arched like a cat, exposing the most valuable thing for my raid. It was impolite to keep the charming beauty waiting, so firmly grasping the two hemispheres, I made another penetration with indecent rudeness.
But a little later, spreading her legs wider and grabbing Miranda by the wrist with one hand, I began to provoke her into long moans with almost every powerful thrust. Such sounds not only warmed the ears, they also prompted me to give it my all. Soon, to this pleasant music, I accelerated to such a pace that I completely pushed Lawson against the cold window. Her hardened nipples, colliding with the cold glass, forced the victim of the attacks to emit a plaintive moan. But changing the location was not part of my plans. And had we returned to the bed, I'm sure it would have fallen apart with a creak.
Releasing her wrist, I imperiously grab Miranda by the leg and lift it to enter even deeper. An incredibly comfortable position. My movements gained more freedom, and this became the last straw of restraint: we came almost simultaneously, but this time, under my pressure, a mixture of fluids gushed out of her, making the situation doubly, if not triply, more depraved. Well, at least not more dangerous. Won't have to worry about Miranda's filled womb. After all, until the Bacta Tank appears, she won't be able to fully recover from her reproductive problems, so we can continue to have fun without any protection.
— Star...
— Galen, - I interrupted. — Galen Marek.
Exiting her and turning her around, before Miranda could recover, I quickly grabbed the girl by her firm butt and helped her hang on me. It all happened so fast that she squeaked slightly from surprise, but any protest was immediately suppressed by a deep kiss. We got a little dirty, so I directed us to the bathroom – premium class. In addition to the usual shower, this room had a full bathtub – where, albeit with effort, two could fit. However, while it was filling, we managed to move on to another mutually beneficial agreement.
Putting Miranda on her feet, I pressed her against the cold wall, but she didn't like this attitude, and she tried to press me. And as compensation for the inconvenience, to my great surprise, Miranda slowly sank to her knees. Really...
Indeed, soft lips, swollen from numerous kisses, curved in a smile, and a playful tongue tried to bring me to the edge. And even though the hour-long struggle had managed to exhaust Miranda greatly, as had the numerous orgasms, she still tried to give me maximum pleasure. Gently touching the head with her lips, she smacked slightly, and then suddenly leaned forward, gradually pushing the dick into her wet mouth. Even the throat didn't become an obstacle. On the contrary, as soon as I went further, she made several gulps, squeezing tightly and delivering a new, previously unseen pleasure. A whole palette of emotions.
Her tongue glided in strange arcs along the shaft, her throat massaged the dick, and perverse moans forced me to grab her by the hair and push deeper, increasing the pace. Using her mouth to satisfy natural needs turned out to be an incredibly exciting decision, and the girl's skills in this matter caused not a drop of censure. Lawson tried not to touch anything important with her teeth, constantly dodged, and only rarely interrupted the process to catch her breath. It took only eight minutes before another outburst of emotions made itself felt. Ideally, I should have warned my sex partner, but succumbing to the moment, I only pushed the dick even deeper, essentially engaging in "feeding."
When I pulled out the saliva-smeared dick, Miranda licked her lips incredibly seductively.
— Tasty, - she smiled, covered in a blush.
But as soon as she noticed the water in the bath starting to overflow, she quickly came to her senses and went to the tap to turn off the pressure. However, when she bent down for this, I wanted to enter her again. Miranda turned around and opened her mouth in shock – discovering that all her efforts led only to the very beginning. Unbridled Force – what can you do? Stamina due to constant absorption returns much faster than it is spent. It is necessary either to pour out all surpluses on complex techniques, or to be constantly in full combat readiness – literally and figuratively.
— Star... - she stumbled, quickly remembering my request. — Galen... As I understood, - the cutie brought a finger to her lips, letting out a couple of charming giggles. — In battle on the ground, in the air, and even in bed, it is impossible to defeat you?
After the embarrassing comment, she moved into the bath, settling in it like a queen. And then, as if nothing had happened, she used a couple of shower products to raise snow-white foam.
— There are no invincible people, - I sighed, noticing the inviting gesture beckoning to join. It's hard not to succumb to depraved temptation and dark seduction. Miranda hid the most intimate behind crossed legs, but what was open was more than enough for me to head towards her like under hypnosis and join on the opposite side. The temptress, as if waiting just for this, lowered herself further under the water, producing another connection of our bodies.
— Nha! - she moaned painfully sweetly when I grabbed her legs and moved her closer, penetrating to a depth satisfying us both... — M-m, villain, not a minute of peace with you.
— I hear it from a real villainess, charming with her transcendental charm.
— Charm. Not a bad compliment, - Lawson nodded. — But I want to ask something. What does this night mean to you? A one-time pleasure or a demand for constancy? You know, I'm a prominent girl and as you correctly noted – incredible. Miss me, and you won't catch me again.
Blackmail...
— A serious relationship during a star war between our galaxy and an entire race of alien destroyers. Such connections end either in tragedy, or...
— Help win, clinging to something personal, - she interrupted.
— In that case, we can try to repeat.
— A favor, - Miranda drew out with slight displeasure, averting her gaze slightly. — Well, not bad for a start.