Face to Face

While still fingering the petite, pale woman, the Outlander stood up and backed her against the bar, then leaned in and kissed her lustily. She moaned into his kiss and leaned back until she was half laying atop the smooth wood of the bartop, the serving droid barely able to scoop up the glassware and drinks before they spilled onto the floor. Looming over her, the Outlander let his free hands undo the buttons on her long coat, then pulled it open. To his surprise, she wasn't wearing anything under it. Her small, pert breasts stood up from her chest and the dark tips were pierced with small silver rings like the ones in her ears and the side of her nose.

He leaned down and kissed her lips again, then made his way lower, down her throat, her chest, to the swell of a supple tit, caressing it with his tongue, making her shiver with pleasure. He took the tip between his lips and suckled, his tongue flicking the metal ring in his mouth as he sucked her breast. Between that and his finger pumping in and out of her slit, Kaliyo began to pant and spasm around his finger, building to a cry of climax as her wetness flooded over his hand.

"By the Maker... made me cum... haven't even taken out your cock..." Kaliyo moaned. She reached down and grabbed the hand between her legs, bringing it to her lips so she could lick her juices off it.

The Outlander groaned at the sensation. "Very nice, but I should remedy that last part," he said, and undid his belt and trousers, freeing his thick cock.

"Mmm, don't keep me waiting," she said, spreading her legs wide, hooking her bootheels on the stools to either side of them.

He guided his hardness to her dripping wet slit, and shoved it in with one hard thrust, entering her to the hilt.

"Oh, fuck!" Kaliyo said. Her body was snug around him but she'd taken him in easily. "Are you part wookiee or something? Damn that's thick."

"Nah, you're just petite," he said, smiling down and kissing her neck before he started to move his hips.

"Well, go slow at first," she said. Her back arched and she wrapped her boot-clad legs around him. "Maker, that feels good," she panted.

He started off slow, his hands holding him over her as she laid back on the bartop, his hips pressing his cock deep into her tight wetness with each smooth, slow stroke. He kissed her mouth, her neck, her cheek, as they moved together, her legs rocking around his waist to give her leverage. He gradually increased his pace, and her body responded eagerly, driving each other towards orgasm. Soon the bar was creaking with his thrusts, her wetness dripping down his shaft and onto his balls and thighs, both of them moaning and panting and sweating with pleasure, until finally he slammed himself into her fully and released, pouring his hot thick cum deep inside her. His peak set her off like a cluster bomb, her pussy clamping rapidly around him, and her eyes rolled back as she arched on the bartop.