Chapter Thirteen #2
“Not pretty,” he said, fingering his abdominal scar, and then his hand went to his face. She realized he felt self-conscious, must have been worried about getting naked in front of her and showing off his scars. Her heart contracted.
She never noticed the facial scar anymore. She saw him, but she didn’t know how to tell him so he’d believe her. “The scars don’t detract from who you are. They’re a part of you.”
He wasn’t prissy-boy handsome but masculine and rugged. Tough. She’d never forgotten the first glimpse of him working out at the gym. The power and strength behind every strike. Total badass with a vulnerable side. How could she resist that?
“Sometimes I wish I could be a little less me,” he said with a wry twist to his mouth.
“I think we all wish that at times.”
“Not you. You’re perfect.” He stroked her cheek with the back of his finger then cupped her nape and kissed her.
She melted against him. Thank goodness. She’d feared they were going to get sidetracked.
They stretched out on the bed, face-to-face, limb to limb. Their mouths met in a kiss as they roamed their hands over each other in a slow exploration. Her body quivered with need, but she felt a sense of fulfilment already, like this was where she belonged. With him. Like this.
He leaned over her, the weight of his hard, larger, heavier body a pleasure to her senses. He cupped her breasts, teasing the hard nipples with his mouth, sending tendrils of sensation to her pussy.
They kissed, open-mouthed and sloppy, but needful and fulfilling.
She smoothed her hand from his shoulder to his hip, and then grasped his cock, fisting the shaft and stroking him. He groaned, a rough satisfied sound resonating clear down to her drenched pussy.
“I’ve thought about your hands on me,” he said.
“What about it?” she teased, gripping him tighter, moving faster.
“That I’d like it.”
She chuckled. “I’ve thought about you inside me.”
He sucked in a breath. “Me, too.” Moments later, his fingers dipped into her wet center before finding her clit and moving with a perfect rhythm. “Good?” he asked.
“Too good.” Her body tightened with hot, sweet, sharp tension.
He sought her mouth, his tongue delving deep in an intimate pantomime, and she clung to him, her need for release building to a fever-pitch.
He moved over her then, and she wrapped her legs around his hips as he pressed into her. She hissed with satisfaction at the pleasurable fullness, the tightness. Two halves coming together, their bodies moved in sync, like they’d done this before.
I’ve been waiting for this. For him.
The thought touched her consciousness, but then she was coming, her clit pierced with sharp ecstasy, her pussy contracting, and there was no thought, only the white light of rapture.
He growled in her ear and shuddered. Thrusts grew faster, harder, and then he tensed, and, with a final plunge, his body released.
* * * *
“Are all the rooms in the hotel this nice?” she asked as he washed her back in the enormous shower with three rainfall showerheads and a half dozen side jets.
“It’s a luxury hotel,” he replied, “but I assume there are different price points. I’ve never stayed here—which was why I wished to see it in person. I’ve done a lot of traveling—courtesy of the space force—but military accommodations are nothing like this.”
She laughed. “I know what you mean.”
He tossed the sponge aside and continued the washing with large, soapy hands. She leaned against him as he roamed over her body, caressing her breasts then moving between her legs, stoking the flames of desire again.
Against her lower back, his cock hardened. She twisted then, trying to turn, but he resisted. “Stay,” he said against her ear. “Let me.”
“You’re the boss.” She relaxed. “I could get fired for this.” Then she raised up on tiptoe and sucked in a breath as he stroked her clit.
“Nah. You have job security. I’d never fire you.” He kissed her neck.
She lolled her head against his shoulder and gasped. “Good to know.”
It didn’t take long before he brought her to orgasm. Her knees buckled, and he caught her when she would have fallen.
When she could stand on her own again, she returned the favor, taking him in her mouth and sucking him off while warm rain showered over them both. His knees buckled, too, but he stumbled against the wall, leaning there for support as his chest heaved, and she looked on with a satisfied grin.
They dried off then, and neither wished to go out for dinner, so they ordered room service.
“I feel a little guilty putting all this on the company tab,” she said, as they sat cross-legged on the bed eating some exotic delicacy. They were investigating suspected financial malfeasance, and here they were living it up on the corporate dime.
“I did say it was going to be a working vacation. We haven’t gotten to the work part yet, but tomorrow we’ll get on it.”
“That makes me feel better.” She rolled her shoulders to try to get at a little itch between her shoulder blades and then took another bite. “Do you have any idea what we’re eating?”
“Not a clue,” he said.
The items on the virtual room service menu had been a mystery, with names like Planetary Protein Potable, Lunar Lunch, Galactic Gastronomical Delight, Dark Matter Digestible, Solar Flare Fare, and Stellar Cluster.
Before seeing a list of foods, they’d first had to filter their selection by species to ensure they could eat what they picked.
The physiology and biochemistry of aliens varied drastically. Edible for one species could be undigestible to another and toxic to a third, but her understanding was that Luturnans and humans were pretty close genetically and biochemically and could eat the same things.
“Whatever it is, it’s tasty,” she said. “Not as good as Mama Murta’s meals but very enjoyable.”
“Nobody can cook like Mama,” he said. “She’s one of a kind—in more ways than one.”
She laughed and twisted her arm behind her back to try to get at the itch.
“What are you doing?”
“I’ve got an itch in the middle of my back.” She scratched her neck. A little itch, there, too.
“Let me help you.”
She twisted, and he lightly scraped his fingernails over her back.
“Up,” she directed. “A little to the left…ah, ah…that’s it…ahhh…” She groaned in relief. “Oh, god.”
“Keep moaning like that, and you’re going to get me hard.”
She chuckled. “Is that all it takes?”
“With you, everything takes,” he said.
She leaned over and kissed him. “Eat your dinner, then I’ll moan some more…”