Ava was lost in the throes of passion as he slammed his cock into her forcefully.  She had no concept of time while he pleasured her, and only cared about the next blissful pump that inevitably made her cry out again and again. Eventually, the commander grew weary of the position and breathed more instructions for her to follow. She let her hands leave the rails of the headboard, knuckles raw from pounding against the wall in time with his powerful thrusts. Her hands wrapped around her ankles, pulling them toward her to either side of her face. Though the position may have appeared uncomfortable and complicated, it was an effortless feat to accomplish given how flexible she was. It was, however, difficult to cope with the sensation that accompanied the new depths he reached. Just as she was getting used to him driving into her tight pussy, he pulled out of her, emptying his load onto her face and luscious breasts. His creamy offering dripped down her cheeks and over her nose, down her lips where she captured his fluids onto her tongue. Ava was ready to clean herself off like a naughty kitten when he pushed a pair of fingers into her wet core.<br/><br/>She moaned softly as he spoke to her, demanding that she refrain from cleaning off her face and from coming down from her lustful high. While she was usually compliant, she did protest. “But . . . But you said that I could rest.” Ava pouted as he pressed a kiss to her slick folds after pushing his nail against the tender, pink pearl between her legs. The commander then pulled away from her, quickly dressing for the debrief. She heard the door shut behind him and she sighed, relaxing into the comfort of the mattress beneath her. The warm jets of cum he released onto her were already becoming sticky, and tickled her skin the longer it sat. Knowing that he would be gone for hours, it did occur to her that she could nap. There was an old, blinking alarm clock next to the bed on the nightstand. She could have set it for an hour or two, but she was nervous with how tired she was. It was entirely possible that she could sleep right through it. Instead, she decided pleasure herself. It would keep her relaxed . . . or so she thought.<br/><br/>Her fingers slipped into her tight canal, easily finding the regions within herself that she knew and loved. Sweet honey coated her digits, and she closed her eyes to imagine Nick doing the most erotic things to her body. Ava didn’t stop pushing her fingers in and out of her, and massaging her clit, till she felt the telltale signs of her release begging for more. She brought herself right to the edge of ecstasy, then stopped much to her own displeasure. Her sexy body writhed on the bed, whimpering as she gripped the blankets. For hours she continued the torturous cycle of working herself up and denying herself the orgasmic bliss she craved so desperately. When he came back, he would find her on the bed where he left her, miserable and aching with her fingers delving into her soaked womanhood slowly. She was exhausted, but she needed him badly like an addict needed a fix.