The Night Before Arrival

As night falls and the ship settles into a quieter rhythm, Jenny makes her way to Matt's quarters. The soft hum of the spacecraft provides a soothing backdrop as she steps inside, finding Matt leaning back on his bed, a playful smirk already forming on his lips.

"What brings you to my humble abode?" he teases, looking up from a datapad.

Jenny rolls her eyes, though a small smile tugs at her lips. "You're the one who called me, idiot."

"Oh did I?" he replies, sitting up and setting the datapad aside.

Jenny crosses her arms, her expression a mix of amusement and impatience. "Yes, you did."

Matt chuckles, standing up and closing the distance between them. "I wonder why?" he says, his tone softening.

She sighs, her eyes locking onto his with an intensity that makes his breath catch. "Matt," she says, her voice low and urgent, "Stop messing around and just fuck me."

The straightforwardness of her words takes him slightly by surprise, but he recovers quickly. He pulls her close, capturing her lips in a deep kiss that quickly escalates in passion. Her hands move to his shirt, tugging it off with practiced ease, and he reciprocates, his fingers deftly unbuttoning her blouse.

"God, I need you," she murmurs against his lips, her voice breathless and needy.

"I know you do," he replies, his hands roaming over her body, exploring the soft curves and taut muscles.

They fall onto his bed, a tangle of limbs and heated kisses. Jenny’s normally composed demeanor melts away, revealing the depth of her desire. Matt responds in kind, his touch both gentle and insistent, matching her fervor.

"Fuck, Matt," Jenny moans, her back arching as his lips trail down her neck. "Don't stop."

"I'm not going anywhere," he assures her, his voice a low growl as he moves lower, nipping at her collarbone before capturing her nipple in his mouth.

Her hands tangle in his hair, pulling him closer. "Oh, God, yes," she gasps, her hips bucking against him. "More. I need more."

As their lips meet in a fervent kiss, Jenny's hands roam eagerly over Matt's chest, her fingers deftly undoing the buttons of his shirt. Each touch sends a jolt of anticipation coursing through her veins, her pulse quickening with every passing moment.

With a low growl of desire, Matt reciprocates, his hands trailing down her sides as he tugs at the hem of her blouse, eager to reveal the treasures hidden beneath. Fabric slides off their bodies in a symphony of rustling, leaving them exposed and **** to the raw intensity of their mutual longing.

Naked skin meets naked skin, their bodies intertwining in a dance as old as time itself. Matt's hands trace the contours of Jenny's curves with reverent familiarity, igniting a fire within her that threatens to consume them both. His touch is like a match to kindling, setting her ablaze with desire as she arches into his embrace.

When Matt finally enters her, it's with a slow, deliberate motion, his cock filling her pussy in a way that leaves her breathless and wanting more. The sensation is overwhelming, every inch of him stretching her to the brink of ecstasy as she moans his name in a chorus of pleasure.

As he starts to move slowly, Jenny's senses are overwhelmed by the sensation of him inside her. She can feel every ridge and vein of his cock, each movement sending waves of pleasure radiating through her body. Her skin tingles with anticipation, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps as she loses herself in the intensity of the moment.

"How does my pussy feel?" she manages to ask, her voice thick with desire.

"It's the best," Matt replies, his words sending a shiver down her spine.

With a gasp, Jenny asserts, "It belongs to you, and you alone."

"I know," he murmurs, his words a promise as he starts to move faster, driving her to the edge of madness with each thrust.

"Matt, fuck," she cries out, her voice rising with each thrust. "Fuck, yes, right there."

He moves faster, his breath hot against her ear. "You feel so good," he groans. "So tight. So perfect."

"Harder," she demands, her nails scraping down his back. "Fuck me harder."

He complies, their movements becoming more frantic, more ****. The room is filled with the sound of their moans, their gasps, their whispered urgings.

"Jenny, I—" Matt starts, but she's too far gone to respond, her eyes shut tight as she focuses on the pleasure building inside her.

"Don't stop," she begs, her voice hoarse. "Please, don't stop. I'm so close."

He thrusts harder, deeper, his own moans mingling with hers. "I'm right there with you," he manages, his voice strained with effort.

With a final, shuddering cry, Jenny arches beneath him, her body convulsing with the **** of her climax. "Fuck, yes!" she screams, her voice echoing in the small room.

Matt follows soon after, his own release crashing over him in waves. "Jenny, oh God," he groans, collapsing onto her, their bodies slick with sweat and satisfaction.

When they finally collapse beside each other, spent and breathing heavily, Matt brushes a strand of hair from Jenny's face. She looks at him, her enigmatic eyes softened by the afterglow.

"You're amazing," he whispers, his voice barely a whisper in the quiet room.

"Thanks. Your cock is amazing," she whispers back.

"Just my cock?" he replies, raising his eyebrows which a chuckle.

Jenny laughs softly, her eyes sparkling with satisfaction. "Yeah, just your cock," she teases, pulling him closer for another kiss.

In the warm glow of post-coital bliss, they drift off to sleep, their bodies intertwined in a tangle of limbs and whispered promises, uncertain of what tomorrow may bring but content in the knowledge that they have each other.