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Remember Me	By : corruptflame Category: 1 through F > Alien (All Movies) > Alien (All Movies) Views: 1736 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Warm hands cupped Robbins’ rear. With a gentle slap they moved to her hips and gripped firmly. Pressing her bare bottom against his clothed groin, Farrow’s hands slid up to palm her breasts. Even through fabric his arousal excited her.
Leaning against her back he whispered, “Missed you.” Farrow hadn’t lost his touch. She tried to speak, but lost all thought when he started pinching and stroking her nipples. Robbins could only moan.
Everything had been for this moment. The extra tour of duty just before her honorable discharge, five years separated with three in cryo, and saving every dollar by working for her passage. All so they could start their dream on this rock.
Just touching Farrow again made it worthwhile. The homecoming sex was delicious icing.
Pulling the shirt over her head, Farrow discarded it. Admiration escaped with his breath, feeling her strong arms and back with his nimble fingers. They reached between her legs, parting her lips to touch the barbell.
“Everything seems in order,” he murmured, rubbing the barbell back and forth over her clit. The muscles in her legs twitched and she bit her lip. “Keeping up on your exercises?”
“Aaah,” Robbins inhaled sharply, squirming, not ready to come. “Yes.” His free hand gripped her hip, stilling her while his finger rubbed faster.
“Good, that’s good,” he pinned her against the wall with his hips. “How many a day?”
Clenching her fists, Robbins bit back a moan. Her body tensed, then shuddered with release, pushing her hips against his hard as nothing but pleasure registered.
When she recovered the world felt hollow. She felt hollow. Farrow’s warmth against her, his dexterous hands tracing her muscles reminded her of how things used to be. Her body ached to have him inside again.
Swallowing hard and whimpering, Robbins rubbed her rear against his crotch. “How many a day?”
“Seven, sometimes. I lose count, sometimes,” she murmured.
The world turned. Farrow pressed her back against the wall, hands pinned behind her. Robbins could deny him: she was stronger, a body forged through hard work, sweat, tears, and blood. If necessary, she could break him. Yet denying him would only take a word.
“Good,” he exhaled with a smile. “I want to see this,” his breath warmed her ear. “Right now.” Knowing her strength, the control Farrow kept intrigued her. Robbins enjoyed this, even the ache she felt made her want more.
Holding her to the wall with soft, gentle kisses, Farrow’s fingers slipped down her belly. Tracing her skin with circles and slipping past her piercing, he slid in one finger, lessening the ache.
Nimble as she recalled, his long finger filled her. Rubbing and thrusting with his finger, Farrow’s palm manipulated her piercing. Robbins didn’t stand a chance. Still sensitive she came again with a whimper, legs trembling as she leaned forward to use him as support.
Catching her, Farrow led her to the bed. Helping her sit before brushing the hair out of her eyes, he smiled. “Take a break, sweetheart. We have all night,” he stepped away.
Before he turned Robbins grabbed his belt, pulling him back. She looked up and smiled, enjoying the surprise in his bright brown eyes.
He no longer wore the clunky BCG, replaced by a stylish pair of civilian frames. She reached, plucking them from his face before placing them on the bedside stand with care. He needed them to see, but her intentions were clear. Loosening his belt and opening his fly, Robbins dropped his pants. Robbins reached to stroke his straining cock through the dark blue boxers.
It looked bigger. Hooking her fingers in the waistline Robbins followed the elastic without touching the strain again. Pressing her lips against his flat stomach, she shivered when he moaned. “I missed you too,” she murmured, pulling the fabric away and down.
With Farrow half naked, Robbins kissed the tip before wrapping her lips around it. The familiar precum on her tongue, her hands pushed up Farrow’s stomach and around to his back. Pressing her nails against his skin, he held still even when she reached the base of his cock.
Farrow’s scent and taste calmed her. Bobbing her head, she felt the ridge and sensitive veins with her tongue, sucking softly. His hands pulled the stray hairs out of her face without pushing on her head. Robbins started relaxing, all the stress in her muscles fading. Finally, she was home.
His muscles started tensing before he touched her chin, guiding her away. “Not so fast. All night,” he reminded her, guiding Robbins to lie on the bed. Fingertips traced her throat and over her stomach. “Show me how you do it.”
Robbins didn’t understand. When he pushed her legs apart blushed. No one watched her masturbate, so far as she knew. Tiffany Robbins, former master sergeant and victor of several skirmishes, froze for the first time.
Guiding her hand just above the cleft between her legs, Farrow let go and sat beside her. “Please?”
Biting her lip, Robbins brushed her hand over the area, smoothing the lips before parting them. Shivering, her fingers spread the slick moisture along her piercing and clit, bumping against both before she withdrew, smoothing everything out again.
Pressing down on either side of the barbell behind those lips, she pushed back and forth. The barbell rubbed over her clit, following the motion of her fingers as her legs pushed back together.
His lips on her neck almost startled Robbins out of an orgasm. The warm insistence of his kisses moved to her ear, luring her back into pleasure. Farrow found one of her breasts and rubbed the nipple gently.
Self-pleasure never took her long. Warning him with a soft whine, Robbins’ legs clenched when she came, the feeling of his hands on her body intense. Farrow’s hand slipped under hers and stopped her.
Teeth along her earlobe, he murmured a breath before imitating her movements, lips moving along her neck and shoulder before biting. Another, smaller orgasm shook her as she whimpered, trapping Farrow’s hand between her thighs. The hollow ache returned, his hard cock pressing against her thigh unhelpful.
“Marcus,” Robbins looked over, rolling to her side and pulling his hand up. “I need you.” He grinned, about to crack a joke before his face softened. He put the hand on her hip and pulled close, kissing her.
Farrow pulled her on top, shifting onto his back with hands on her hips. Guiding her until just the tip pressed against her pussy, Robbins quivered. “All yours,” he murmured, relinquishing control.
Pursing her lips, Robbins balanced herself on the mattress just above his shoulders and lowered her hips. Pressure replaced the ache, and she rolled her hips until her body accepted Farrow again. Comfortable, she kissed him and ran fingers through the hair he’d grown out. Not long, but enough to grip.
His hips twitched beneath her. Farrow’s thrusts started slow and restrained, his hands balancing her. It hurt a little, but soon Robbins started rocking her hips in time with his. His lips so soft and perfect, deepening their kiss.
Did they need to open a bar? Couldn’t they live like this?
Her clit and piercing rubbed against his stomach and Farrow flexed, pressing firmly against her sensitive bits. Pulling back and biting her lip, Robbins denied the orgasm. She wanted him inside her longer, to quell the need.
“Come for me Tiffany,” he chided with a husky breath, pulling her hips firmly against his. “Fuck, you’re so beautiful when you come.” Her cheeks warmed and Robbins trembled, fingers digging into the sheets as she focused on pleasing him.
They cried out together when she came, pulsing muscles more obvious with him inside. Farrow’s firm grip kept her hips from bucking much. A wisp of air from the vents cooling the sheen of sweat on Robbins’ back as her mind returned, seeing the smile on his face.
“You didn’t come,” she murmured with a frown. Robbins couldn’t do that again, not so soon. It was different with a partner, too intense.
Farrow bit his lip and shrugged, pulling her into a hug before rolling on top. “I was mesmerized.” Cupping his cheeks she pulled him into another kiss. Farrow’s hips started slow, supporting himself with one hand while the other moved up her side, following the form of her muscles.
His touch tingled against her skin. Not rough, but not tickling her overworked nerves. Farrow’s hand found her breast, his hips bucking faster as the pleasure calmed Robbins. The kiss deepened, tentative tongues exploring and remembering.
Their hips remembered. Farrow hit a familiar pace, Robbins’ hips pushed to meet it. Breaking the kiss, she dug her nails into his back, wanting it to last forever.
She called for him to come when his breathing became erratic and his cock fattened. Farrow’s hands moved under her shoulders and held her close, face pressed into her neck. Gasping, he finally released deep inside her.
Holding him until he pulled out, Robbins watched him roll onto his side. Rubbing his eyes, Farrow’s gaze focused on her with a small smile. “You look happy.”
“I am happy,” she offered his glasses to him.
“I could change that,” he accepted, putting them on his face. “I did write more poetry for you.”
Robbins laughed, covering her nose to hold back a snort. “Oh no, what ever will I do? More poetry! I languish in the face of your literary prowess! Please, please, kind sir, don’t make me listen to more of your poetry!”
Farrow winked, moving his head to rest on her chest. Wrapping an arm around her waist, he held Robbins still. “Yup. I’ll keep you here until you beg for mercy at the sound of my rhymes!”
Snorting and laughing, Robbins roughed up his hair. “That’ll be the day.”
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