meet her lips with your own

You lean forward, letting the sparkling sensation of her fingers on your face enthrall you, leading you forward until your lips meet in the cool air of the spaceship's habitat. Her lips are warm and lovely, delicious, and after a quick smooch you look into her eyes. You see a fire there, a hunger. She wants you.

You both go back in for more, as if possessed, your lips and tongues dancing in a language as hold as sentient life, as her fingers begin to grip onto you and your clothing with needy abandon. You lose yourself in the passion of the moment, and before you know it she is gasping as your lips run down her neck. Her gasps turn to moans as you turn her on her back and your kissing becomes more ferocious. Red marks trail down to her now bare chest, but you don't stop. She pulls your shirt over your head before you go down, further, further... until your nose and lips brush against her lovely bush.

Leia gasps, gripping your hair, coaxing you on, needing you with every fiber of her being. She cries out with joy as your lips meet hers, and she arches her back with the satisfaction of her powerfully building anticipation.

Your lips and tongue handle her with expert position, and it's not long before her flowing liquids across the bottom of your lip herald her ecstasy. Hours pass by in what feels like minutes as the beautiful princess cums over and over again at your hands.

***

The two of you giggle, your noses brushing each other as her hands delicately play with your dripping wet folds. You both had an incredible night, cumming together countless times. Now, as your eyes meet, and you exchange gentle kisses, you drift off to sleep until the ship wakes you up with the gentle notification that you've arrived at your destination.