Eight second ride

Shinji x Misato
Eight Second Ride

He lay on his back looking up at the small textures that covered her ceiling. Between Kaji and his father both have made her a tool in their schemes while when his turn came up he did not mind being a small part of her happiness.

Small moments where she would demand happiness from him. Getting what he gave as both writhed against the finish. He wrapped his lips around a nub of flesh pressing it down with a newly skilled tongue as it sent her over the edge.

Anyone coming in would have questioned the scene, but as she was slick with sweat and orgasm basking in the after glow of a rather draining experience as well as her third of the night. She was more then radiant then ever climbing from between her legs he pulled the curtains open. Pale light caught her curves as sweat and fluids reflected the rays making her seem to glow on the mattress seeming as angelic as any christian dream.

Inside her mind her thoughts were anything but angelic as the cool wind came through the window blanketing her in a much needed chill. Nipples jutting sharply as her chest heaved for breath. All it took was a smirk and a finger beckoning her protector and dare said lover. Holding a large breast to his mouth he opened his mouth taking in as much of her tit flesh as he could before capturing the nipple. Continuing to hold the other he rolled the large mound of flesh in his hands pulling a hiss of excitement from her. Continuing to hold on to her tit he captured the other before rolling gently between thumb and forefinger that begun to tighten the knots in her belly for the fourth time.

Viewing the young man doing all this to her sent more waves of emotion through her. He was her protector, he was her friend she was his caretaker. Tonight, he was going to enjoy the special perks that came with being her special friend. Flipping the lighter teen over she felt the cold air 's effect before pulling the comforter over both bodies. Visible only by a scruff of the purple hair under the heavy cloth she straddled his waist while meeting his chest to hers. Slick with personal moisture she pressed her ear to his chest to listen to a fluttering heartbeat of the teen only to get a sound of a slow and comforting beat belonging to someone who accepted her for everything. His hand rested on the side of her head gently playing with a few hairs close to the shell of her ear.

Kaji never held her like Shinji; it was protective like the mystic lover she would scour the bars for. That hand had also brought the idea. Jumping forward both his hands were held above his head her lips nipping at his bottom lip roughly. A small grin resting on his face he could simply enjoy all the raw emotion and sensation as her heavy chest on his she slid her body up wards smothering him in her cleavage. While his hands broke free they begun to grope at her ass squeezing and kneading the flesh before she rolled on his waist for a roughly aimed insertion.

Shinji reveled in the feeling of her flesh surrounding his as she captured every inch to his hilt. Working in to a quick rhythm he would thrust as deep as he could in to her as long as he was able. Biting his lip she could feel him trying lengthen his resolve enough . It all ended with a long guttural moan filled her ears. Warm splashes of his seed against her walls wet with her own arousal and fluid. One day she would be sure that he would be a stallion between the sheets ready to take a lucky bride for more then an eight second ride. It would not be her though, contemplating the fact a small tear formed its way down her cheek. As much as he would say otherwise, he wouldn't be there as the fight for all life came. Memories of them sharing this bed would be more then enough for her.