Summary: Trip is a stud. �Nuff said.
Chapter 2 - Hot Monkey Sex
They were like starving men at a banquet, the thirsty upon sighting a river. Their lips and hands were everywhere, tasting, kissing, caressing. Neither had ever felt such desperate lust, neither could get enough of the other as they rolled around on the soft grass. It was lucky that they were already partially undressed, or it might have taken more time than they could bear, but somehow they managed to finish undressing just enough without leaving each other�s arms.
Trip�s coveralls were unzipped as low as they could go, providing just enough access for Veronica�s hand to reach in and find his throbbing erection. Meanwhile, he pushed her coveralls and undies down around her ankles and let his hands follow the curve of her back and buttocks before slipping two fingers along the already wet crevice between her legs. Veronica gasped and gave up any thought of removing her boots; it would simply take too long. Instead she rotated in his arms, stuck her bare butt into the air, and looked back over her shoulder at Trip.
He didn�t need that explained to him. Immediately, he was kneeling behind her. Taking her hip in one hand and his erection in another, he guided himself into her eager body.
They both grunted at the exquisite feel of hot flesh surrounding and being surrounded. Trip tried to be gentle, easing his shaft slowly deeper, but the way she pushed back against him soon made that impossible, and he surrendered to the sensation. His hips thrust forward faster and more powerfully with each stroke, punctuated by Veronica�s appreciative grunts and moans. Trip tried to compose something to say, something along the lines of �Oh, Veronica, you feel so good,� but his brain was incapable of it. All he could do was continue to fuck her as the pleasure built inside him until he felt he would explode. Then he did.
�Oh, yeah,� he managed actual, if inadequate, words as he pumped his semen deep inside her, his whole body vibrating in unison with the muscular contractions in his groin. It was the most intense orgasm he could ever remember having, and yet he was still hard inside her as he felt her answering wave of contractions ripple around him, waking him to the possibility of continuing. And he would have if Veronica had not fallen suddenly flat on the ground with a contented sigh. Having no reason to stay upright, he lay down beside her in the grass.
�Wow. What was that?� Veronica asked after they�d lain a few minutes, catching their breath.
�Amazin�,� was all Trip could come up with.
�Yeah.�
They lay another minute, hands slowly caressing any exposed flesh within reach, until Veronica�s hand butted up against Trip�s still- turgid cock.
�Well, what have we here?� she asked coyly, curling her fingers around it gently as she pushed up on an elbow to look down at him. Trip, who was feeling simultaneously languidly satisfied and anxiously aroused, just watched her with hooded eyes. Veronica stroked her hand up and down his full length, eliciting a growl of pleasure from her partner, bringing a big smile to her face. �Shall I be on top this time?� she asked huskily.
�Whatever you want, baby,� Trip answered, this new friction on his cock making his arousal more acute. He watched impatiently as she twisted to finally remove her boots and pull her coveralls completely off. Then without further ado she rolled back, straddled him, and impaled herself.
They both grunted their approval at this new position as waves of pleasure coursed through their bodies. If they had stopped to discuss it, both would have said it was the best, most intense sex they�d ever had. But they were too busy to talk about it right at that moment. Veronica was throwing back her head, eyes closed, gasping with each stroke as she began to rise and fall on him. Trip had brought his hands up to pull the undershirt out of the way, allowing him access to her luscious breasts. He kneaded the soft yet firm flesh with increasing pressure as another orgasm began to build deep in his groin.
If Trip was surprised at the speed and intensity with which his body responded to Veronica, he had lost the capacity to worry about it. He could only thrust his own hips upward into each of her thrusts, moving his hands down to her waist to pull her more forcefully against him. He could feel her thighs quavering around him as his own pleasure reached the point of no return. As the waves washed over him, he felt her pace falter. Then she was coming around him once more, milking him, until finally she fell bonelessly onto his chest.
�Wow again,� Veronica whispered, her voice roughened by all the grunting and growling she�d been doing. She lifted a limp hand up to brush damp hair from her face, the movement making her realize that Trip was still inside her � and still erect. �Hmmm,� she hummed thoughtfully. �Is there something more I can do for you?�
Trip was about to say he was fine, she didn�t have to do a thing. But then she squirmed against him, and the spasm that crossed his face made his feelings unmistakable. Veronica chuckled and began to slide down his body. Her mouth had nearly reached his groin when they both heard a distant buzz. Trip opened his eyes.
�What the- Oh, shit!�
The shuttle had arrived a bit ahead of schedule.
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