Love at First Sight ♥ Floor 20,081,105 ♥ High Aphro is High

[mr_chekov]

In the grand scheme of things the navigator had been having an alright time at the Hotel for a while. She was on her guard for the next bad thing to happen. She sighed as she got off the elevator, raising a hand to her hair, tied back off her face in a neat ponytail and she had been coerced into actually wearing make up, the girl wasn't quite sure

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[anotherargeneau]

"Make me," Lyon teased back, the sound coming out as little more than a grunt. There was no way he was going to pull out now, either mentally or physically, even if Pasha had been truly as annoyed as she sounded. The feel of her body and mind wrapped around his own was just too damned good for Lyon to even think about stopping what he was doing. If anything he wanted more of it, especially with Pasha so close to coming again, but he was already pounding her as hard and fast as he could, and he was already as deep into her mind as he was capable of going while still maintaining his frantic pace.

He could still mess with his sexy captive physically though, and the hand that was gripping Pasha's hip curved around to slip between her thighs. Two strong fingers forced their way between her folds to press firmly against her clit and rub it just as mercilessly as before. Lyon was equally unforgiving with Pasha's breast, groping it aggressively as he continued to plow into her. He groaned as he felt his cock stiffen even further inside Pasha's slick channel, the extra bit of thickness making his thrust feel even more exquisite than before. He had a feeling he'd probably lose it not long after Pasha did, but he was too far gone to care.

[mr_chekov]

Pasha had been trying to stave off her orgasm, trying to enjoy the delicious tension building up for a little longer, because sometimes-- not always but sometimes --the build up was better then the end and with how good it made her feel she couldn't help but want to prolong it. But the extra stimulation was making it oh so difficult to hold on and only a few minutes later her climax crashed over her and she whimpered at the sparks of pleasure running down her spine and causing her to gasp and buck back onto him desperately.

She very nearly wilted immediately afterwards, only her elbows and knees tentatively holding her up.

[anotherargeneau]

The sudden burst of sensation that spilled over from Pasha's mind into his own as she orgasmed was almost as intense as when he'd bitten her, and Lyon couldn't stop himself from tumbling over the edge with her. He buried himself up to the hilt in the little navigator as her body jerked backward against his, arching his back and shouting as his pulsing cock spilled hot semen deep into her core. He was forced to resort to grabbing her hips again to keep them both upright as sharp jolts of pleasure shot through him over and over again.

When he was finally spent it took all of his strength not to sag against Pasha. As worn out as he was Lyon could sense that she was in even worse shape than he was though, and after such an awesome fuck he thought she deserved better than to have him collapse on her like a sack of potatoes. So instead with a tired groan he withdrew from her body and moved to untie her wrists. As soon as she was free Lyon collapsed onto his back on the and grinned boyishly at her.

"I think that's enough punishment for now, don't you?" he said teasingly, reaching out lightly stroked Pasha's exposed thigh. Her dress was a bit of a wreck now, leaving much of her luscious body exposed and on display.

[mr_chekov]

"I suppose." She agreed, sitting up and rubbing the sensation back into her thin wrists. In all honesty thought Pasha was pleasantly tired out, her mind going blissfully blank and quiet rather then popping up with the many observations that it often did for everyday things. After wards was the only time that her mind actually quietened enough for Pasha to get anything barely resembling peace and quite, which was quite a horrifying thing to be held hostage in insomnia by one's own thoughts.

The dress was almost certainly a write off now, which was a shame as Pasha had grown a little fond of it. Oh well, she would always have her memories at least.