As we kissed I kept one arm holding her tight to me and used my other hand to add some extra thrills. I started to caress her nipple, taking her temperature. I guess she liked it rougher and wanted more. At the first light pinch she drew a sharp breath and moaned, low from the throat like a great cat, as her nipple engorged and grew hard with remarkable speed. I also felt her response below, her nipples were closely connected to her pussy. Juices seemed to flow freely from the depths of her body, it was a good connection.
Then I changed over from a gentle pinches of her nipple to a sharper squeeze with a bit of a twist. She moaned again, needy in tone, louder in volume, richer in feelings. Like a lioness purring. Or a tiger, a female that could hold this position. She was tripping, Irene's pussy became even juicier around my thrusting cock as her muscles twitched. Sliding in and out of her body became almost frictionless. She deliberately squeezed me tighter inside, I started to feel like my cock was held in a fist.
Our kisses added the bite of teeth, we picked up the pace until we fucked like wild animals, drumming together in this erotic, once-in-a-lifetime dance, totally focused on our joining and relishing the feelings of our unique sharing. Irene gripped my cock and my body like no woman I had ever known before. Together we rushed to climax, as our speed increased the strokes got shorter. She felt so good for my cock where it moved inside her with each stroke, held tight inside the seething liquid core of her body and it's need. My movement was short, but it rubbed the parts of her that she needed. I could hear and feel her need. She responded with the encompassing squeezes that greeted each thrust with the ecstasy of her need to squeeze me inside at the end of each stroke.
We moved together, each of us focused on feeling her pussy as her center while her whole body responded to the passionate excitement building inside her. By now our mouth's stayed locked in an incredible tender seal of soft lips. Inside our tongues danced like writhing snakes, we didn't have the time or the air for words but we could not bring ourselves to part even for an instant, so we both built up our oxygen debt. I held our torsos tight together, I had well over half her muscle mass within the grip of my arm, it was like trying to hold a twisting tiger, or the 20 foot long muscle of an Amazon snake. She held me the same way, and she had fingernails. We were grasping each other, trying to hold onto the the feeling while we our intimate parts danced together inside her body core. We both immersed ourselves in the need, the desire, to serve the other on our climb to reach and surmount the summit together as one.
This was not making love, our kisses, our handling, our movement, it was all focused on the exchange of as much erotic sensation as possible for what we knew was a very limited encounter. Her power and tension running through her muscular legs and torso was fantastic to embrace as I tried to hug us tightly together, to get closer than our skins would allow.
Then my body whispered those first feelings that signaled the end, my coming release. We were doing it all together, so the only signal I could send her was to twist her engorged nipple harder, pressing a bit of fingernail edge into the nipple. Her body said that she felt the same, not with words but with a change in the dance of our tongues. She struck like a snake, reached deeper into me, telling me she was ready and waiting for the creamy gift I had for her.
She did not have long to wait. As a last voluntary check my cum-pumping muscles were coiled like a spring. When release is like this, I was surged past "the point of no return" with no control, my balls had the go-sign before my brain. My body didn't care to wait for orders. Loaded as I was, I was already beyond my climax when I realized it, with short rapid movements and a tremendous brain-dominating squeeze at the end of each tight thrust, I had no power to control the exact moment when release came. I was just trying to ride the wave, staying in control as the tsunami engulfed me, trying to keep control on top of the surfboard as the waves of energy closed in around above, on both sides, and below. For the best waves, that never works.
My balls had already released their load into her and were setting to fire again.
In that instant I promised myself to do some climax control with this woman later, when I could, because things are not so very on edge. Then all thoughts were swamped by the overwhelming physical feelings.
A heartbeat later she was at zero for her countdown. After my first shot was released from my cock tip I felt the first heartbeat of her climax. She said later that it felt like I was suddenly tasered, but in a very nice way. Her pussy was suddenly flooded with my cum and much more was on the way. Her kitty rejoiced as she felt the shot strike her inside. A fraction of a second later the kitty pulled the nerve so she experienced this primal sensation, overriding all cerebral elements to meet the biological prerogative. If it could have, her pussy would have sucked in my cum. As it was, all we could do was try to squeeze into one skin. We clung to our awareness of each other, the tongue, the nipple, our joined privates, our spasming muscles, as we swirled together in the tight maelstrom of overloaded feelings. But that didn't last long as our senses were overwhelmed and our 'selves' merged into each other.
From my side the spasms of my cock, trying to fill her burning need with my hot seed, felt like they ran together instead of being distinct shots. That is rare for me, it had stored up and I was really overloaded for kitty.
From her it seemed like she moaned continuously, with a slight warble instead of a breath, like she went on for minutes without taking a breath.
Well, I am told that time perception gets a little funny when the endorphins take over all systems.
We stretched things but there are limits and the "standing on one leg" limit kicked in hard. She gave a warning as she pulled a chord to release the loop while I held her up. Standing by herself was not a option, her stretched leg was having muscle spasms so when I felt fiends of gravity grab her I scooped her up and carried her in my arms to the bed, where I think I managed a gentle crash. We were still locked in the kiss as we hit the sheets. I twisted so she was on top, then I released her, freeing her captive leg and allowing her to stretch muscles she needed to flex.
We lost track of time for a bit. The next thing I could remember was my tongue licking her sore butt-cheek as she giggled softly. I didn't ask how I got there, she didn't tell.
When I was back with the aware she asked me to hand her a pill from nightstand, it was a prescription pain reliever, one that is light but effective. I recognized the markings, it was the lowest dosage. She popped in down. I imagined she would have good use of it.
(A proposition for 49 to market Oxy was on my desk, laying out a new product line with a legit supplier attached. I had not decided yet. It was legal to distribute, and for those who needed it Oxy was good medicine. But because of the rules of doctors, perverted by lawyers, you really needed a bent doc to do the scripts, that was where money was to be made. That made the crooked or broken doc think he was the boss unless you had him under strong control in some way. But it also shifted the risk to the doc. It is funny how, in the world's champion of free markets and free choice, a poor but hard working little pill is prosecuted with such misplaced vigor.)
She was still on top of me when she said that she was sorry but she had to sleep now. I replied that I hoped I didn't snore so loud it woke her.
"Not possib..."
At least one of us fell asleep before the end of that statement.
The concluded exercise was followed by a nap of one or two hours. We were quite exhausted, but had very nice dreams, and a wonderful body in our arms to help drive those dreams along. We actually spent some time on the field, 15 years ago, when the Colony celebrated Avee's day.
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Earlier That Day
After meeting Barnes, Stern and their wives I had a little more work. Then I drove from the office to the safe house (by way of the Batcave to switch vehicles from the Lincoln to the Chevy Pickup). I was looking forward to my chance to service Irene as she requested for her boon. I felt a little bit like a first date where I knew she was going to take advantage of my body right from the start. I could hardly wait. Thinking of what we might do I was distracted enough that the last half hour of office work would probably need to be redone. Well, they paid me for that.
In the Colony, granting a "formal boon" is an ancient tradition, it pre-dated the united Spain, going back to the traditions of the ancient castle in Castile where Captain Foxe first entered service for his Lord. A boon was a grant by the Lord of something significant and tangible, typically made to military leaders on the occasion of special accomplishment. It was a personal award from the grateful lord for service. It pre-dated medals and other pretty honors which have become so depreciated by overuse. South America has legions of officers with chests full of medals and other honors, which is interesting because these nations haven't been at war for decades - unless you count their combat with their own people. I would think that is the one case that should never get a medal, but others don't see it that way.
In this modern age, our military leader was female and what she requested was very personal, namely my royal carnal attentions upon her wonderful body. I told myself that traditions had to keep up with the times. After her two stunning victories against the crazed Aztex barbarians and the Gang of Five criminals at Troma she certainly deserved something significant and tangible. We didn't do castles with serfs that I could give to her.
Irene basically had no social life of any sort since she got her command position with the Central American military. She was then recalled to the Colony bringing her unit of weapons (an entire set of cold war era ex-Soviet mobile surface-to-air missiles - the whole unit was en-route to Hanoi when the war ended - so the Soviets sent it to their Latin puppets for parade purposes) with her back to the Colony. After securing the Colony with the best air defense on the continent she had been working for the Patron ever since.
