Aviators Ch 4.5 (Smut Scene)

Time crept up on me slowly, a sliver of orange Christmas sunrise visible through the curtains of the hotel room. Laying on my back with an arm scooped up around my partner’s belly, she rested half on my chest, both wings lazily cupped in front of her. It took a few blinks to get my eyes to focus. Yep. Those wallpaper designs were still horrid. At least the light was still dim, making it harder to see them. The big red electric numbers on the bedside clock read 7:10 AM. Instead of lamenting the interior design, I looked down my front at Stella.

Her head and messed up hair sat just under my chin, my arm holding her across her chest just underneath her breast. Overcome, I kissed her scalp and rubbed my fingers up and down her stomach. A small mumble bubbled from her lips. Gibberish, really. Not quite the response I was looking for, but she wasn’t ever the easiest to wake up, either. If I didn’t shift underneath her to adjust my junk, I would have forgot we both decided to sleep commando last night. Christmas and all.

By complete accident (honest), my morning wood slid right up against her thighs. I took in a sharp breath through my nostrils to suppress the sudden urges that nearly overtook my senses. Another whiff of her pine-scented hair as I did that made all that go to hell, though.

I whispered, “Stella?” No response. “Baby?” Still nothing. Recalling what she said before we left Alaska, it was almost perfect, all things considered. “I’m gonna cash in that wake up call offer.”

Adjusting slightly so I could have a better angle, I slid my hands between the gentle creases in her skin where her thighs and midriff met. She was none the wiser, a thin thread of drool at the corner of her mouth. With all the delicateness I could muster, I found her entrance with my tip. She curled up slightly, giving me better access now that her tail feathers were less in the way. My breaths warm and heavy on her bare back, I entered her. Raw.

A stifled moan sounded from her, followed by her wriggling her hips slightly as if urging me to go deeper. I was all too keen to oblige, gently pulling her towards my pelvis as I pushed into her. Nearly muttering her name under my breath, her insides were indescribably hot, textured, and— surprisingly— wet. Compared to our waking sex life, going inside right off the bat was a different sensation entirely from our usually copious amounts of foreplay and gropes and kisses. Then her back arched to meet my chest as her behind met with my groin. I was all the way in.

She let out a sigh and tilted her head back, squeezing me harder than usual and writhing back and forth, wondering what sort of sensations she was experiencing between her dreams and reality. Finally feeling the heat between us, I wrapped and arm around her front and groped at her chest. Her nipples were already hard and pointed atop her perky breasts.

“Jeff...?” I heard her mutter, her eyes struggling between awake and sleep as I left myself inside her.

“Hey, baby,” I said into her ear. This sent a chill up her back that pushed her butt into my groin more violently than either of us anticipated. “Guh-huh. Whoa.” Take a breath, Jeff.

“A-ah! Hha. What’s, what are you...?” She bit her lower lip and stifled a moan

Had to compose myself. Gotta sound cool and shit. Her ear was as good a target as any. “Good morning. Did you sleep well?” I practically felt her lobe heat up as my whispers poured into her ear.

“Fuh! Mmn, Jeff?” Her breaths picked up, and her hips seemed to unconsciously grind against me. She turned her head to look me in the eye. Her eyes gave me a look of half-expectant desperation, her lip still bit as she lifted her wing under my chin and pulled me close. She muttered— no, begged— “Come oooon~ Jeff.”

She didn’t need to tell me twice.

Slowly I pulled halfway out of her, her inner walls almost not letting me go and the cool air of the hotel room lightly chilling the parts of me covered in her juices. We both took in sharp breaths when I thrust back inside, the chill evaporated once more as I was taken in completely by her molten hot insides. Although, I wouldn’t call it a thrust. It was more of a lean in that sent gentle waves through us both. A sensation neither of us received during our usually rough and tumble sessions back home. Now the bed was bigger, closer to the floor, and we were paying for our privacy. I probably should have put the Do Not Disturb sign out on the door.

With her tail feathers sort of in the way, she leaned forward to let me keep my angle of access. Still on our sides, it was something we never really tried before. Lazy sex, I think someone called it. If our internet connection back at the cabin were any better I would have read all about it. Nonetheless, Stella let out little moans and yelps as I slid in and out of her at my leisure. Her claws and talons clutched at the bed sheets, making me fear for the possible repair costs the tears would give us. At the same time, the thought that our having sex could wreck sheets excited me for some reason. And we were still just being nice.

Stella reached back toward me with a claw and shot me a pair of longing eyes. She used her lovely behind to signal she did not want to lay down any longer. I was happy to oblige her, but this new found control was too good to pass up. Pulling out of her— she whimpered a bit when I did, oh God— I lifted her up by the hips and stood on my knees. Classic Kama Sutra.

Yes, I’ve gone through it. So has she. Wanna fight about it?

She had to fuss a bit with her wings on the bed, but Stella settled into it quickly as I once more took her by the hips she presented to me. Though I could have imagined it, I might have seen some nearly invisible steam waft off of our respective nether regions before I positioned myself behind her.

Stella turned back to me once again, begging me with her tired eyes. I couldn’t remember a time when she was sexier than she was at that moment. There was no helping it. Hands latched onto her, I thrust forward in earnest.

Electricity surged through me from my groin, the tip of my member down to the base was awash in the terrible taught liquid tightness of the woman I loved. Beyond her twitching tail feathers I heard her let out a gasp and possibly a few repetitions of my name. With every thrust I gave her she muttered my name louder and louder still. Each time she said it her innards squeezed me so hard it became difficult to pull out for the next go. Even though we were doing it raw, there was one thing I discovered about the relation between the morning and my dick: I felt like I could go on for days. Maybe it was due to a lack of sensitivity in the morning, or maybe I just wasn't “all there” yet, but it was time to give into the urges I had had most mornings and give her a real good morning fucking. No more “lazy sex” for us now.

Stella arched her back and hooked her talons around the backs of my knees, pulling herself up from the bed and lifting her wings behind her to frame my head. Her tail feathers stuck straight up between us, her wiry spine curving and dipping her hips up and down on me. I guess she decided it was her turn to do some work. Wet smacks echoed between the walls, a noise that sent me unconsciously deeper into her. As she pulled my head over her shoulder I turned her head with my hand and kissed her wet welcoming half-slack lips. Sloppy, sure. Could have used a bit less tongue, but as into it as we were it was a small price to pay to feel her breath against my cheek.

I inserted a couple fingers in her mouth and planted my face in her hair. Nuzzling her until her hair was out of the way, I leaned down and kissed her sweaty nape and shoulders. My fingers ended up drenched as she sucked on them, doing her best to keep her voice in check. Luckily for me, I remembered all her best weak spots. I was not going to embarrass myself this time.

One hand reaching across her chest to keep her up, I turned to the side slightly. The angle was just right. She was already doing all the work herself, so I aimed directly for that one spot inside her she always loved. A gasp and near-stumble later and she found a rhythm that pleased her the most. Removing my fingers from her mouth I latched my hands onto her hips with all the strength I could muster, I met her every pounding with a thrust of my own. I took over her rhythm and all control she had, sending her into a twisting fit of pleasure.

“Oh God, Jeff!” She whispered aggressively. “I’m co— 'm coming! I—”

A wet vice grip sucked me into her, the heat almost unbearable as her cute sexy behind slammed and melded against my pelvis one final time. Deeper than I’d been in her for a while, she breathlessly convulsed. I held her in my arms to keep her from falling forward onto the bed again. Every second her lower lips clutched and released me, as if her heartbeat had taken a hold over her in her rapture. Tight. Looser. Tight. Oh, tight again. Loose. Tighter. A certain amount of pride and accomplishment welled up in me when I realized that I hadn’t even edged myself yet.

With me sill inside her, she fell back onto my chest. Her tail feathers matted against our skin and tickling my stomach. She let out a jagged, satisfied, breathy sigh as we both fell sideways onto the sheets. Both of our hastened breaths filled the air with a steamy heat such that we didn’t even need the comforters to keep each other warm. The bedding had grown much cooler in comparison, to an almost soothing temperature, ever since I removed them to get the ball rolling.

“Good morning, Stella,” I murmured into her ear as I kissed it, causing some of her feathers to puff up and her insides to tighten around me once again.

With a start, Stella pulled herself off of me and crouched on all fours, looking me in the eyes with her's half-closed. Shit, did I go too far? No, no, she was way into it! But still, was she asleep? Oh God, she was asleep for half of that, wasn’t she?

“You... didn’t come?” Stella asked, looking down at my crotch with a curious tilt to her head.

“No?” The voice to my confusion somehow came out in the form of an answer to her question. “I mean, uh, I didn’t grab a condom, so it’d be bad to do it inside and all, so...” God, what was I getting all embarrassed about? I just brought a woman to climax before me!

She raised an unimpressed eyebrow and blew some air in my face, making me blink in surprise. “Jeez, you just have to give and give, don’t you?” With a push against my chest with her folded wing, she gently framed my head with her arms and straddled me, lips locked with mine in a much more controlled and loving kiss than before.

I mumbled, “Tis the season, dear,” into her mouth.

“Mm, shut up.” A nibble of my lip turned to a bite. “And quit it with the ‘dear’ bullshit.”

I shut up.

Stella let go of my lips and sat up, her short pubic hair inches from my erect member. She towered above me with the regality of a mistress in both senses of the word, eyes sly and narrow with a matching smirk. “Good boy.” With a low moan she rubbed her moist self all up and down my length. I took in a sharp breath, my penis twitching as she coated it with her juices once more. More than anything I wanted to be inside her again.

Moving my arms to make that want a reality, Stella pressed them against the sheets beneath me with her claws. She clicked her tongue and leaned in to say in my ear, “Nuh-uh. You’re gonna enjoy this, buddy.”

My member quivered at the declaration. Had to stay cool. Gotta always stay cool. She’s my girlfriend; stay cool, man. Hoo. “You have some smooth jazz for this, too?”

She bit my ear lobe and blew a puff of steaming air into my ear. Unf. “I’ve been saving some on my MP3. But it’s a bit late for that, Mr. Wake-Up Call.” Once more she sat up and looked down at me, tracing a line down my sweaty chest with a claw down to my navel. “You won’t be doing anything. If you try to grab at me or take over or anything, I’ll blue-ball you for the rest of the year.”

Couldn’t argue with that. Actually, I wouldn’t argue with that. Good point. Get to the action. The wait was killing me more than anything. When did she get so good at this? Was it that damn Kama Sutra book we bought? Either the best or worst online purchase of the year, depending on how the rest of the morning went. Given how she was working it like a damn pro, it was probably the best purchase of the century.

So yeah. I shut up real quick. Even gave her a quick nod to tell her to move on. Did that seem desperate? Crap, that looked desperate, didn’t it? I probably shouldn’t have done— thaaa-at!

Working her hips forward and back, she bathed my groin in herself in a magical rhythm. With a giggle, she shot a smile at me with, “You’re sooo~ easy to please sometimes, man. Mm...” It hurt to hear her say that, but that little moan at the end patched that right up.

Her back arched towards my feet and her wings held her up atop my legs, her knees slid up against my ribs with every stroke. I wasn’t even inside her and it was all I could do not to just stick it right up into her. Feral outbursts like that were looked down upon when blue-balling was the punishment, however. I shut my eyes, the only thoughts I could conceive all related to what she could possibly do to me.

Suddenly, the cool air of the hotel washed over my crotch, the liquids dripping from me sending a chill down my legs. I opened my eyes to see Stella having taken a step back. For a moment she sat beside me, gazing at my twitching member, as if wondering how to best approach it. It took a bit, but her sudden smirk gave me a new surge of nervous expectation. Stepped above me, she lowered herself down sideways. Was she going to go side saddle? I had no idea how incorrect I was as she sat her lovely rump on my stomach, one of her legs stretched forward with the other encircling my groin.

“What are you—?”

Stella simple grinned at me as she adjusted herself and grasped my dick between her thigh and calf at the back of her knee. Solid musculature on her thigh and the smooth-yet-firm scaled skin below her knee, all made slick and slippery with our combined sweat and bodily fluids. She squeezed me with the back of her knee like an Olympian gymnast. Her leg nearly enveloped all of me; only the very tip managing to peek out to taste the cool air outside.

It was a completely different feeling than anything I had ever felt. Both the soft thigh flesh and the smooth and firmer scales writhed around me like a vice. The sweat that lubricated it gave it a feeling of combined tightness and freedom I didn’t know existed. This girl held onto the keys to whole new worlds I had not ever seen or felt and I didn’t even know it. Since when was my lovely girlfriend a Goddamn magical magician?

As I gasped and did my best not to move, she slowly (and somewhat awkwardly) slid her leg up and down, in circles, and forward and back. Sometimes went a little too far one way or another, adding a whole other layer of unexpected to the ordeal. I slid every which way on her slick warm sweat to her every command and movement.

Stella’s cheeks were every bit as flushed as mine. “This's a bit raunchier than what we’re used to, huh, baby?” With that, she released me and removed her leg from my groin.

“Huh?” I muttered pathetically. “Wh—” She put a few feathers to my lips, leaned forward onto my chest, and delivered to me a good long kiss. I figured I was allowed to kiss her back, giving her a rigorous lashing that I could not otherwise give her of my own accord. That was the nature of the game, I suppose.

Her weight, for what it was worth, pressed her modest adorable breasts against my skin. The pinpoints of her nipples poked me with every move she made to adjust. Playfully kicking her legs up and down behind her, she shuffled lower along my front. It was cute until I felt her inner thighs clench around my length. Then it was just hot. And soaking wet. And oh God was it hot.

My vision was starting to falter. Delirium? Probably delirium. Lost in a cloud. A massive steaming pink cloud filled with everything I wanted to do to her. Sweaty and foggy with a girl on top. No, a woman. Not a girl. Important distinction.

Drops of sweat slipped down her inner thighs as she wiggled her hips back and forth. She yanked me this way and that like a rag doll with a dick. So close, yet so far, from her entrance made me clutch the sheets to either side of me. Our pubic hair, drenched in each other’s sweat and dripping in every other liquid I could think of, squished together so thoroughly that the wetness felt like someone dumped a steaming pot of water between us. Though she hid her arousal well, the sidelong look she gave me while resting her head on my chest left me breathless and panting.

“You want more, baby?” She whispered into my chest as she nibbled a nipple.

I let out a grunt and put an arm across my eyes to keep her from seeing me. It made sense in my head. “Fuh— huh! Can’t you tell I’m dying here?”

Again, Stella— lovely Stella— slid up across my front, releasing me from her thighs. I felt a series of kisses crawl up my left side until her lips and tongue found my ear. Fluid noise scratched and smacked through my eardrum. The cloud overtook my senses in a puff of steam once more. Was my head teetering off the side of the bed? Was that the ceiling or the floor? Was I reaching a higher level of consciousness or regressing back into some kind of primitive creature that mates at the behest of harpies? No, not harpies. Just one harpy. Stella, the one lording over me like it was going out of style and oh God did I want her. What am I even doing this is just torturous! It was worse than any of the past full moons I spent with her combined. At least she got to the point during those!

The woman on top of me nudged my arm off my face with her cheek, nuzzling hers against mine. For a moment I thought it was over. What was over? A light kiss on the lips, eyes closed. Mine open, wondering furiously how the game might have changed. Blush painted across her face told me the obvious. Light pecks peppered my lips and face, a sense of calm washing over me in my sorry state. The instant I thought something had ended, Stella pulled her face back from mine, licking her lips and biting her tongue seductively. What did that mean? I didn’t have the wits to think about it.

“Did I ever tell you,” she whispered into my mouth, as if to make sure my full attention was cemented on her words, “that I started taking birth control last week?”

One move, and a blast of heat and moisture overtook my lower half. Before I even knew it I was inside Stella, who mounted me so aggressively that for a moment my vision went blank. Every ounce of my senses concentrated on my member as she cycled her hips back and forth, using a wing to push her hips down onto me harder. A slow pace, but each thrust came down on me with force I never expected from an eighty-five-pound harpy. Each one made me grunt in helplessness.

Beads of sweat jostled loose from our shining skin every time she came down on me. I swelled inside her like I never had before, filling her up inside in a way only I could. Only we together could meld together like we were. Nobody in the world matched and mismatched each other like we did. Wet hot heat was the only border between our bodies.

Heedless, I sat up and faced her.

“J-Jeff,” Stella muttered with a hint of distress, but mostly a drunken wistfulness. “You better not—”

Her legs straddled mine as I lifted myself from the soaked sheets and wrapped my arms around her narrow shoulders.  “This is all I’m gonna do.”

With that, neither of us moved. Heartbeats fell in and out of sync between our chests. One was faster than the other, but I couldn’t for the life of me discern which one belonged to whom. Inside her I continued to throb free of my own will. She let out a tiny gasp every time. Or she might have just been panting and trying her best to hide it.

She smiled and kissed my collarbone before prying my arms off and shoving me back to the bed. “I know I said I’d stop, but... You got no idea how much fun I’m havin’ with you right now.” Did she just slide into a New York accent? “Don’t make me stop now.”

With a twist of her hips I didn’t have time to think about it, and I once more experienced the internal heat and muscle of her insides wringing me dry. She bit her lip in response and blew some air in my face for the second time that morning.

“Just let me do my thing. Or do you. Whatever!”

Stella’s hips started up again, pulling us apart and bringing us back to wet and steaming slaps. A rod of pleasure shot through my groin that put me stock straight against the bed, arms at my sides as I was told. It was getting harder and harder for her to pull herself off of me, her inner walls practically sucking me in in every moment they tried to cave in around me. She wanted all of it just as much as I did. Perhaps more. Her rhythm grew quicker, her gasps and cries matching mine in a duet crescendo that marked the point neither of us cared how much noise we made.

We were the only two people left in the world.

And there I was, at the precipice with an inelegant grunt. A weight dropped in my stomach, adrenaline taking over my movements as I arched my back and forced myself deep into her. Stella let out a yelp as well, biting down on her lip and looking at me with tearful begging eyes. I couldn’t help but keep rising into her. I felt the climax approaching, but it felt as if it would never arrive. Any normal day and I’d already be coming inside her, but the pressure just kept building, rising like someone was lifting me into the sky. It was her lifting me to the sky. Only Stella could bring me to this numb and wonderful feeling on plateau of pleasure. My arms shakily clutched her by the upper wing, my breaths jagged and inconsistent with anything in the waking world. Further I pushed myself into her as she leaned forward, mouth agape with constant yelps and gasps. I could just barely feel the dam finally break.

We called each other’s names as I spilled into her. Stream after constant stream of continuous orgasm. Grasping each other for dear life I let blissful instincts take over, stirring her up as I came inside. My semen rebounded off her insides as her walls continued to tighten in her own orgasm that made our continued thrusts nearly impossible with the vicelike grip she had on me. Stella let out a brief scream of ecstasy before leaning forward to bit my shoulder to muffle her cries. A hand of mine cupped the back of her head, clutching a handful of hair and pulling her close before we both simply tumbled over.

Inside her I left myself. My vision was more blurred than ever. The low hum of the AC left a static over my hearing. Or was it just the blood rushing through my head that made that ringing noise? A select few beads of sweat dripped from my hair onto the sheets at my side. All I saw was the side of Stella’s head. My shoulder. How was it? A vague sense of pain emanated from that general area. Probably didn’t draw blood, though. Clouds still blocking things out.

The pathetic mass of sensitive flesh that was my penis slid out of her as I moved to try to get my bearings. It limply dangled between my legs as I turned onto my back and stared up at the patterns in the ceiling. Stella did very much the same thing. She hauled herself up, gobs of me slowly dripping out of her as she went, and plopped face-first on my chest. Catching our breath was all we could do.

Stella took a deep breath, using a claw to move a soaked strand of hair out of her mouth. “Hey Jeff?”

I hooked an arm around her back lazily. “What is it, Stella?”

My girlfriend chuckled into my chest. “Merry Christmas.”

I felt as if we’d had a similar exchange before. Not that it mattered. Using the last of my strength to bring up my other arm, I held my lover against my chest and laughed.

And then we were fifteen minutes late for Christmas breakfast at my parents’ place. What a shame; they made eggs.