Europa

“Dylan?”

I looked down into her huge hazel eyes, Marissa now sat on the floor of the airlock with her back to the glass, her knees pulled up to her chest, four empty cans of Fosters now around her feet.

“Yeah?”

“I…” she bit her bottom lip, the worry that had been held in her stare over the past hour was now tainted with something else, her eyes now carrying a lustre of an unnamed potential, her frightened but wanting look making my heart beat a little faster with an excitable anticipation, “…Dylan, I don’t want to be alone tonight.”

My heart jumped and I managed a smile, even after such a difficult conversation. I suppose given the circumstances it was not entirely surprising, but I did not need telling twice.

“Me neither.”

I hurriedly sunk the last of my beer. I squeezed the can flat and tossed it to one side as soon as it was empty.

Before she could say another word I clambered off the chair and quickly dropped to my knees beside her, my hand immediately reaching around her cheek, my fingers running through her soft hair and around the back of her neck, her eyes following mine and her lips soon parting and glistening with the anticipation of my impending kiss.

I shivered as I closed my mouth around her waiting pout, the softness and warmth of her lips making my fears instantly melt away, Marissa soon reciprocating my passion, the woman tilting her head and falling into the pleasure of the kiss, her eyes closed, a small moan soon escaping her. I reached my arm around her back and scooped her bent knees up with the other, my nano enhanced strength easily pulling her into me as I climbed to my feet, our lips never leaving each other’s, her arms soon wrapping around my neck for support, her fingers playfully entwined within my hair as I lifted her slight weight.

I carried her the short distance to my room, her kisses falling all over my face and my neck as I walked, my skin still stubbly from a few day’s growth, I not bothering to shave when encased in the synth for so long. The roughness seemed to excite her; her lips lingering and stroking at the coarseness of my cheek as I walked. I hurriedly kicked open the door and then booted it shut once inside, I dropping her to her feet as soon as I knew we were alone.

We stood in silence for a few moments, our eyes simply searching each other’s, I looking down at a beauty that I had not seen in reality for a very long time indeed, she looking up at me with a mixture of fear and need, the worry in her eyes simultaneously terrifying me and exciting me, her stare holding me motionless with their depth of emotion.

Eventually she bit her bottom lip, this one gesture enough to spur me back into action, my hands soon desperately clasping at the two halves of her shirt and tearing it open, her buttons flying around the room as her hand grappled with the buckle of my belt.

I groped my fingers over her breast and stepped into her, her pert mound still held within her pretty black bra and as I groped I felt the tell-tale lump of an erect nipple fighting against the material within. Her fingers tugged at my t-shirt, Marissa pulling the shirt from out of my jeans and then jerking open my trouser buttons, her desperate hand immediately darting within and massaging at the bottom of my balls, her wrist pressing pleasurably against the shaft of my cock, it already stiff and straining against the restriction of my shorts, our lips again mashed together, our passions become animal.

Suddenly I pulled back with a groan and let go of her, I not wanting to leave her embrace for one second, but I was desperate for us to be free of our clothes, Marissa now pulling her hand free, I soon yanking off my t-shirt, Marissa now fumbling at her own Jeans while trying to simultaneously shrug off her own ruined shirt.

Abruptly I stopped dead in my tacks; the sudden sight of her naked stomach and bra tantalisingly held beneath the thin cotton of her open shirt and the figure hugging denim around her slender legs immediately grabbing my attention and sparking a flash of a deviant idea in my mind.

“No. Marissa. Please leave them on.”

I smirked, if this was it then I wanted to delay the inevitable; I wanted some real fun.

She looked back up at me just in time to see me step into her, my hands suddenly on her arms, my strength quickly spinning her around on the spot, her back now to me, her neck straining around to keep her eyes locked into mine, Marissa giggling at my move. I pulled my arms around her stomach and chest, my right hand on the soft tight skin of her athletic tummy, my left around her right breast, her hands reaching up to my face and guiding my lips again down toward hers, our kiss soon resumed.

I pulled her tightly against me with my strength, her back pressed firmly into my chest, my power driving her denim covered ass hard into the bulge within my shorts. She groaned with the embrace, her eyes now closed, the woman lost to the passion of the moment.

As we kissed I slowly worked the fingers of my right hand down her flat stomach and into the top of her knickers, my fingertips working under the elastic and easing below, a tingle of arousal shuddering over her skin as I worked through the slight soft whispyness of her pubic hair and toward her wanting mound just below. I eased the fingers of my left hand into the cup of her bra and then simultaneously drew a long slow stroke of my fingertips over her nipple and her clitoris, Marissa flinching with the sudden duel stimulation, my fingers soon working in a synchronous rhythm to massage the pleasure into her most sensitive of areas, I enjoying the slight restriction of her jeans against my hand as I worked the sexual heat into her slimy mound, Marissa moaning as I touched.

As her pleasure grew Marissa reached a hand around and pushed it between our bodies, her fingers searching out the stiffness of my dick still held within my shorts. I pulled back a little to allow her to find it, I jerking with pleasure as her fingers enclosed around the still covered head as she worked the thrill through it with her expert touch. This is what I had been waiting for.

Suddenly and in one move I grasped her bra and tore it free from her chest, my speed and strength easily snapping the straps and the clasp while at the same time I pulled her other arm around her back. I quickly held her hands together, my eyes never leaving hers as I wrapped her tattered bra around her wrists, her bottom lip again held in her teeth as I tethered her hands behind her back, my kinky move clearly driving her lust deeper, another excitable giggle escaping her lips at my devious grin.

I looked past her toward the small bathroom attached to my room and then back down to her, her face soon filled with a sexy and naughty excitement, her eyes betraying her growing desire.

Dear god she looked incredible; her hair was now ruffled and messy with our previous passions, her torn shirt now only just seductively covering the two erect mounds of her stimulated nipples, her hands now bound behind her back with her bra and resting on her beautiful little ass, her long slender legs and pert behind still held within the tight denim of her jeans, her trousers now open at the zip and the tease of her beautiful lace black panties emerging from just below. She was a vision of total sexy perfection.

I quickly nodded toward the bathroom and she smirked, the woman knowing exactly what I wanted to do, I suddenly now sure that she knew what I did to the virtual her out on my VR jetty. Well, my bathroom in the resurrected research station was not exactly as romantic as my beach, but for tonight it would do.

With a naughty little smile she quickly skipped off into the bathroom, her movement that of an excitable teenager, her playfulness and cuteness arousing me even more. She waited patiently by the shower cubicle, the girl kicking off her shoes as I stumbled out of my boots and the rest of my clothes, the combination of the quickly drunk beers, the low gravity of the moon and my desperation to have her hindering my smooth progress somewhat.

I eventually managed to free myself of my clothes and join her, I leaving on my shorts as a cheeky token nod to her lack of undress.

I walked into the bathroom and kissed her again, I immediately stepping backwards into the shower, my hands on her cheeks, I guiding her in with me, the water automatically falling at my perfect temperature as soon as I was under it, the warmth of the hot lazy rain helping accentuate our passions as we kissed, my hands now on her soaked shirt, my fingers and thumb rolling at the stiffness of her wet nipple held just below the saturated thin fabric of her top.

Marissa shuddered with the pleasure of my touch and blinked sweetly at the water now pouring down onto her face. I kissed down her cheek and onto her neck, my fingers pushing aside the wet material of her shirt, I now working my pecks down her naked and damp chest, my lips moving over her heaving cleavage and down the hard softness of her athletic stomach.

I knelt on one knee and paused at the edge of her panties, my hands working under her shirt and up the side of her body toward the amazing curves of her breasts. I gently pushed her against the plastic wall of the shower as I trailed my hand down the sides of her back, my fingers curling into the top of her jeans, Marissa pushing her hips out toward me, the woman helping me pull the sodden denim down over her tight wet ass.

I yanked her jeans down, I only pulling them down as far as the middle of her thighs, the wet denim now a perfect restriction, the rigid material keeping her legs locked together. I looked up at her and smirked a devious smile. I kissed up the inside of her naked inner thigh, up toward the soaking lace of her pretty black panties, my lips soon moving over the damp material, my tongue suddenly darting out and pushing a lick of quick pleasure over her still covered clit.

She suddenly shuddered at my touch, her crotch pushed gently into my face, Marissa clearly wanting more. I curled my fingers around the elastic of her knickers and eased them down her legs, her thin strip of neat pubic hair a beautiful tease toward her sexual pinkness held below. I pushed her panties as far down as they would go, the jeans still holding her legs closed above her knees, my lips immediately kissing at the wet hair of her soft pubic bump.

I moved my mouth down and located her naked clitoris again with my tongue, I keeping the tip stiff as I flashed it over her sensitive mound, the rain of the shower still warming our skin, the noise of the falling water now punctuated by Marissa’s groans. I worked my hands around the pert cheeks of her ass, I holding onto her as much to support her as her pleasures grew as for my own tactile enjoyment.

I flicked my tongue rhythmically over her tight clitoris, it erect and slimy with her sexual wetness, her moans increasing in volume and regularity, her hips gently fucking at my mouth as her erotic heat flowed through her body, the pressure of her orgasm soon swelling with my relentless touch, her breathing a pant, her body shaking with the impending climax.

Her quiet squeak of orgasm was deliciously subdued, this one amazing private moment as she jerked and flinched her pleasures over my tongue making me want her like I had never wanted anyone before. I let her thrill ebb through her and the subside, I eventually looking up at her red face and panting lips, a fire of desire now held in her eyes, and I feeling it too.

Suddenly she grabbed the back of my hair and desperately pulled me to my feet, I not failing to notice that somehow during my pleasuring of her she had managed to undo my amateurish knot. I pushed my lips hard into hers again and yanked down my sodden shorts, my dick now finally freed and her fingers quickly clasped around it. Electric thrill rushed through me with her expert touch, her fingers working the head, Marissa kneading it with the perfect pressure, my knees suddenly weak with the rushing heat tingling through my glands.

Suddenly she let go of my throbbing erection and shoved me back, I stumbling against the slimy wall of the cubicle. I grinned at her surprising strength and looked back toward her naughty smile, I now getting a chance to admire the vision of erotic beauty that stood before me through the steam and the pouring water of the shower.

She look simply breathtaking; her tantalisingly naked breasts, stomach, hips and thighs sheened with the relentless flow of shiny wetness, her disturbed clothes still clinging to her soaked skin, her hair messy and following the sensual contours of her chin and gorgeous face, her deep dark eyes dilated with lust, her lips parted and panting with desire, her nipples erect with her clear arousal, her pelvis and vagina thrust out toward me desperate and wanting.

She let me look for a little while before smirking and turning, the woman quickly putting her hands up on the side of the cubicle and pushing her ass out toward me, Marissa clearly presenting me with my final opportunity, her shirt still clinging to the gentle curve of her back, her naked wet skin of her rear held above the incredibly sexy restriction of her partially pulled down jeans, the slight indent between her thighs hinting at the beautiful delights within. Eventually I tore my eyes away from this mesmerising vision and looked up to her face, Marissa’s eyes now locked into mine, her lips begging to be kissed again, her mind and body ready.

Desperately I stepped into her, I simultaneously entering her and wrapping my arms around her stomach and her breasts, I quickly enclosing my lips around hers. Immediately Marissa pushed back against me with my penetration of her, the woman easing me deep inside of her, the feeling of heat now all over my body and my dick causing me to shudder with a wave of intense pleasure, Marissa’s body also sharing the thrill, I feeling a tremble of sexual electricity ripple through her as I now pressed her hard into the wall, as I pressed my pelvis hard into the softness of her ass, as I slid my dick onto the limits of her internal depths.

The all-encompassing warmth of our fuck was simply delicious, the water rushing over us both as we made love easing us into an almost ethereal and transcendental state of raw sexual solidarity, the world melting away, our bodies becoming as one, our focus now only on each other and an incredible and intense feeling of love soon shared between us.

We took our time, our passions deeper than simple gratification, our shared need far more than that of basic pleasure; we both needing to feel connected, we both knowing that this could be it, this could be the last time either of us could do this with anyone, the potential finality dictating the delay and deferring the indulgence of our orgasms, our fear intensifying and prolonging the experience, our unspoken but shared love a truly beautiful thing, our mutual feeling helped by our age, our maturity of mind and the wisdom of our experience telling us both to appreciate this short time together and to lose ourselves to each other for this one incredible moment, for it could be our last.