A continuation, and a near-ending. This one's a clean lift.. I don't wanna crowd things too much in here. :)

After 25 long hops through hyperspace, two things happened. One, the hyperspace drive gave out. Two, you found the planet that you saw in your Force-fuelled wet dreams.. and Phasma agreed, figuring 42,000 light years would be far away enough that even a dedicated search by the entire combined fleets of the Empire and the Rebellion would get frustrated. And that's before you account for the false trails both of you laid out..

The last time you both fucked in space was worth remembering. She was piloting and you stood beside her.. both gloriously naked, clothes fully stowed away. She looked gorgeous in the filtered sunlight streaming through the large glass cockpit.. orbital parameters had been set and the landing sequence already laid in and ready to be executed. You act impulsively and push away the control console to kneel in front of her as she scoots her toned ass towards the edge of the seat.

You tried teasing her by laying slow, creeping kisses up her thighs.. which your hands already explored on their way up her wonderfully fit body. Her skin smells like you and hers in loving combination, making you water in anticipation.. top and bottom. Her better control put a slight damper in the proceedings, and the first few minutes she only let your tongue touch her inner thighs. Gradually though, you took the hint and broke eye contact, at which point she opened her legs wider and let you start licking her swollen lips, also wet from anticipation.

A few minutes of this, and she relents, opening her legs wider and wider as you access more and more of her aroused clit and pussy. Her cool demeanor evaporated, her legs akimbo in the air, she grabs the back of your head as she ground her sopping-wet cunt against your lips and screamed for the next 10 minutes as her orgasms chained one after the other.. the power of the Force, my love. And your manipulation of her G-spot and O-spot as well as exquisite nipple play skills helped mightily as well. :P

As her orgasms subsided, she gently got you standing in front of her.. literally dripping down to your knees and eyes fixed on this beautiful former death trooper, still open and glistening with sweat and cum. But with one smooth move that was all a blur to you, she sat back down, braced her legs, disengaged the gravity plates and tossed you off the floor.. to gently float off in the middle of the crew compartment, still too shocked to say anything.

Phasma looks at you adoringly, then launches herself after you. She proceeds to kiss every square inch of you, from your toes to your ankles, to your shins and your thighs.. each tongue-kiss seemingly longer than before. You feel your pussy clench and loosen from the slow build-up.. and her first taste of you was enough to drive you off the edge. You heaved and bucked as Phasma drove her attack home, lashing your cunt with full-length strokes with her wriggling tongue.

Half an hour later, you were both face-to-face and rubbing your pussies off of each others' thighs. Drops of sweat and cum floated in a nimbus around the both of you. Your back fully arched as Phasma keeps gobbling your breasts and nipples again and again. The crew compartment now feels positively warm and cozy.. echoing with gasps, cries and shouts of you and Phasma, who came together on a desert world, thought lost to a misguided reprisal and now united together mind, body and soul away from it all, on a world that literally belongs to just the two of you.

Soon, everything is calm and quiet again.. the post-orgasmic afterglow a perfect counter from the frenzied, lust-driven lovemaking earlier. There will be other sessions.. but that is a story for another time.