<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #BF0000">Karra Lee Micheals</span></span></div><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #BF0000">Captain Micheals</span></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i1343.photobucket.com/albums/o793/Galvin_Fugazi/d8d8d07d-bef1-4b12-bb9c-4a8ccbe576b0_zps6c4f5818.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #FF8000"><br/>"No, this is not what I want, but it is a good start...you will soon enough learn what I truly want."</span></span><br/><br/>With that, Karra felt Tom's grip on her hips tighten, aiding her in moving up and down. Their rhythm picked up, her breasts bouncing slightly with every thrust. Her hands clenched, dragging her nails across his chest, her walls clenching onto Tom for dear life. He kept thrusting into her harder and harder until the point where it hurt and she relished the feeling of it. She hadn't realized moans were even leaving her mouth as she dragged one of her hands up, her slender fingers tweaking her own nipple, then fully cupping her breast.<br/><br/>There was a pressure building inside her, a heat that spread through her like liquid fire. Her muscles began to spasm and she felt as if she were on a roller coaster, a rush of pleasure and adrenaline going through her. She leaned over, her hands laying on either side of Tom's head, while her hair made a curtain around them. Her eyes were clenched shut as she bit her bottom lip, barely able to make a noise as she came again. White seemed to burst in her vision behind her eyelids as her muscles continued to spasm some. She didn't want it to end, but feared that she would die if it didn't. In the background she could hear Tom's own moan of satisfaction and could feel his dick swell right before he came into her.<br/><br/>When she finally came down, she was breathing heavily, still hovered over Tom. She didn't want to move, all of her nerves on fire, still riding out tiny pulses of pleasure. She sat there for a moment, eyes still closed and soft breaths escaping her swollen, pink lips. She hadn't had sex that good in a while. She finally sat up, pushing her hair away from her face. In one swift motion she dislodged Tom from her rather aching hole and rolled over to lay next to him. Her heart was still beating frantically at the physical excursion.<br/><br/>She brought her hands to her face, covering it momentarily then smoothing her hair back some. She could feel Tom's cum dripping out of her, but at that moment she did not care. She had just fucked Tom, her commander, her co-pilot...and she didn't feel the least bit guilty about it. She just hoped that he wouldn't regret their actions.<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000">"Tom...?"</span>What she was asking, she wasn't sure. Maybe he would be able to figure out what she needed to hear, maybe not. At that moment, her brain was just mush and her feelings were every goddamn where. It was a good fuck, but it was more than that for her, and she didn't know what she would do if it meant little to nothing to Tom. She was sure it didn't, but hearing him say it would be nice. She inwardly snorted at herself for needing such sentiments. However, it did not stop her from needing them.<br/><br/>She wonder, briefly, when she needed such assurances. They had never been necessary before--but then again, she hadn't really dated much after the combat unit. It wasn't until she had started working with Tom that she had felt safe to be with anyone in such ways--and even then it had mostly been Sam. A man that she could never fully commit to and a man she did not want to hear soft words from, though he showered them onto her. She had hated it.<br/><br/>But with Tom, she wanted to hear those sorts of things from. She knew he wasn't a very romantic person, and that was fine for her. She wasn't very romantic either. She doubted the sex would diminish the tension that often built up between her and Tom. They were both very dominant personalities, and Karra found that she would only accept dominance from Tom. He was the only one she could ever be submissive to, the only one she would let herself bend to--though, not without a fight of course. Despite how irritating fights with Tom were, she found that she enjoyed seeing him riled up, enjoyed seeing him barely control his anger. Loved the feeling of knowing he wanted to do nothing but force her to submit. Of course there was a line that it stopped being fun and became more serious, but she never crossed that one on purpose. In fact, she never started fights on purpose, they just tended to ignite between their willful personalities.<br/><br/>She supposed she was messed up in some sort of way, because it made no sense to want that after being a victim before.