Chapter 24
Rexus
"You have to let me read it," I tell Rosie. She just came into the bedroom crowing that she had finished her book. And now she insists I cannot read it. Rude.
"I have to edit it first. It's not done yet."
"But you just said—" She sets her communicator on the charging pad next to mine and launches herself on me.
"My first draft is done. I still have to edit it. Probably more than once. But I've never finished a full rough draft before." She straddles my lap and wraps her arms around my neck. "I'm excited."
"I'm proud of you." I wrap my arms around her waist and bring her closer until I can thrust my already half-hard cocks against her through my sweatpants. They're a human article of clothing that I've fallen in love with. So much softer than the durable clothing standard issue on WLN269.
For my birthday, Rosie ordered a few pairs for me after she got tired of me wearing hers and 'stretching them out' on her. It was the most thoughtful gift I've ever received.
"Ugh, what if it's bad?" She frowns, and I lean forward to kiss the expression off her face.
"It's not."
"How would you know?"
"Well, you could let me read it." She slaps my chest before hugging me close. "It's not terrible because you're brilliant and a talented story teller."
I could listen to Rosie tell me stories about her life on Earth forever. Of her explorations around WLN269. She has a way of telling them that has me hanging on every word. I have no doubt her book is much the same.
"Thank you," she snuggles against my chest, and I run my hands up and down her back until I can cup her ass. "Stop it."
"Stop what?" I slide my hands up until I can slide them under her pants and put my hands on flesh.
"Distracting me." But she's laughing as she snuggles closer to give me a better grip. I dip my fingers in until I can spread her cheeks wide.
"I would never," I say, pressing a fingertip against her puckered hole. "Are you going to tell me about it?"
She picks up her head to glare at me before she grinds down on my cocks. It seems impossible that after nearly a year my hunger for this woman has not waned in the least. Every time I'm near her, I have to be touching her.
"Next transport comes up soon. It's not too late to change your mind." I lick the top curve of her ear before biting down. "If I'm such a bother."
"You're the worst kind of bother," Rosie says, pushing up until she can haul her shirt over her head and drop it on the floor beside the bed. "And I'm not going anywhere. You're stuck with me."
I flip us until Rosie is lying on her back and I'm kneeling between her knees. "Damn right you're not. Sorry, little one, you're stuck with me."
"Oh, no. How horrible." Rosie's eyes sparkle up at me as she helps me work her pants off. "You poor male."
"Poor little human." I kick off my pants before spreading out over her body to rest my hardness against all of her soft curves. I nuzzle into her neck and take in her sweet scent that hasn't gotten less delicious over time. I still want to wallow in her.
"Oh, my god. Will you just fuck me already?" She wraps her legs around my waist and pulls me closer.
"Anything for you, mate." And, as I slide into her, it feels like coming home.