Chapter 2: First light

Moira snuggled tight, pressing her head against my chest, her finger tips twirling my chest hair under her chin.

"You okay with my little girl?"

"More than okay. She's a delight, I'll bet."

"De-light of my life," she grinned.

I squeezed her shoulders to acknowledge her wit.

"I'm sure," I murmured against her hair.

I let a hand start to wander up and down her body, from shoulder to thigh. Lightly dragging my finger tips over her smooth warmth.

"Moira, tell me. Where do you want this to go?"

With a big sigh she said, "Don't know yet. But... I like it. Even if it's happening very fast. You were scary intense earlier."

"I feel swept away, like I'm riding a wave. A wave of foaming, surging surf but I know that as soon as I hit the beach I'll go right back out for another ride."

She pressed tighter to me. "Yes, it's a ride alright," she murmured.

"Are you sleepy?"

She squirmed, rubbing her little belly against me. She felt so tiny in my arms. So warm, so silky.

"Yes and no. I like hearing your voice. It rumbles through your chest and I feel like my whole body vibrates to your sound. I feel peaceful and safe right now. I feel strong and free."

She squirmed slowly against me, rolling my half hardness between our bellies.

"Me too. Strong and free. Ready to fly."

"Pilot to copilot. Give me the stick," she gurgled, pulling me over onto her.

I held her face in my hands while hers were squeezing and stirring the head of my heating dick around in her slick folds.

"You know what happens to women pilots, don't you?" I mouthed against her cheek.

"Shut up. I heard that one in grammer school," she breathed into my ear.

I pressed forward when she centered me. The head of my dick popped into her tightness.

"Eeeah," she moaned that odd little sound a woman only makes the first time a new lover enters her. I pushed slowly into her until friction stopped me.

"Oh, so tight," she moaned.

"You read my mind," I groaned back.

I pulled back then slid deeper until I could feel her cervix stop me. I held still and savored the feel of her twitching, tight slippery hot velvet around me.

"Yeah, doing a lot of that tonight."

"Doing what? Fucking me?"

I ignored her question and let myself float in an etheral mist of physical pleasure. She fluttered her hips, fast then slow, trying to slide my full length in and out. I held still above her and let her move at her own pace.

"God," she groaned. "Good. God, it's good. God. Good. God good."

Her words started to run together as her fingers fluttered around our conjoined flesh. She flicked her clit with one finger and any part of my dick that wasn't in her with the others. I became a spectator to her pleasure.

"Gonna come good god good. Gonnna," she hissed through clenched teeth. I started pumping, matching her rythem.

"Haiii. going to..." she screeched loudly.

She never finished the sentence. Her arms clutched hard up around my shoulders and she strained upward. Her belly vibrated under me then she melted into a limp, sweaty, pleasured boneless lump. I moved my arms down and slid my hands under her little tight buns. Her legs came up and around my waist. I moved higher up her body and began slowly grinding my steel hard dick high against her, moving in and out of her at a deliberatly slow pace.

She groaned, "Wait. I'm so sensitive. Let me..."

I squeezed her butt and smeared lightly across her ass hole with fingers slick with her juices. She twitched and squeeked. One finger plunging into her ass hole matching my slowly grinding dick. Soon two fingers. Then three fingers plunging and holding her tight to me. Then I lost it and began to grind her as fast as I could move. Humping like a crazed poodle, I became just a dick. No brain, no body, no time, no reality, no Moira, just a dick about to explode in the hot wet grip of...