Chapter 32
CORA
I raced into the cruiser’s small kitchen, stifling a giggle when Yiri checked the bedroom first. I knew he would.
One-track mind, that man. But there was nowhere to hide in the kitchen, and it took him only seconds to regroup.
I was still frozen, considering crawling under the two-seater table when the mechanical door whooshed quietly open and he barreled into the room.
His eyes blazed as he scooped an arm around my waist and hauled me back to front against his body. “Where do you think you’re going, little wife?” he grunted walking me forward until my hips hit the counter and his hard dick pressed against my lower back.
“To the beach!” I laughed. “Isn’t that why you brought me here?”
Yiri rumbled wordlessly, his hands roaming up my thighs and under my dress. His fingers paused at the totally functionless garters.
“What’s this?” he asked, his voice deep and gravelly.
“A surprise for you,” I said with syrupy sweetness. “Like them?”
Stepping back, he moved to press a button on the wall. “I need better light to see them, I think.”
Any quip about his eyesight failing in his old age died on my tongue as the whole outside wall of the kitchen rolled away and a floating deck extended over the gently bobbing water.
“Wow,” I said, shaking my head in wonder. “Yiri, the cruiser is so cool. I’m so not going back to your boring, lonely mansion.”
Stepping close behind me again, he carefully unfastened my dress and let it fall to a puddle at my feet. “Whatever you like, Aneah. Now step out there in the daylight and show me my surprise.”
The surface of the deck had a slight give to it, firm enough to stand steady on, but soft enough that I didn’t mind being barefoot as I twisted my body into a seductive pose for him.
Bending slightly to touch the garter above my knee, I arched my back to best display my form.
The innocently wide-eyed look I sent him wasn’t entirely pretend.
I wouldn’t consider myself overly confident.
But something about the hungry way Yiri always looked at me made it easier to ignore the voice in my head that told me I looked ridiculous.
The sizable tent in Yiri’s trousers didn’t think I looked silly, why should I?
My chest rose and fell with hard breaths as he stalked closer.
“I’m jealous every time my men take you to that designer,” he said. “I wonder what they get to see while she creates these wicked little things for you. But when you surprise me with something like this, it’s hard to complain.”
“Did I get it right?” I asked. “Do I look like one of those pinup girls you like so much?”
The warmth of his hand slid down from my shoulder blade, through the dip of my arched spine, and over the curve of my bottom. Taking a handful of flesh, he squeezed until I gasped. Then his fingers delved lower, reaching for my pussy from behind.
“Even better, Aneah,” he said. “You look like my pinup girl. My own little temptress to touch and taste whenever I want.”
Lowering to his knees behind me, Yiri skimmed his fingers over my body, starting shivers everywhere he went.
His teeth scraped the back of my thigh, plucking the garter and pulling, just to let it snap back against my skin.
I squeaked at the light sting, but he was already kissing away the hurt and stroking his fingers over my lace covered clit.
“You make me feel like a beast,” he growled.
“Wanna bite every tender bit of you.” He illustrated his point by sinking his teeth into the curve of my ass.
Gripping my hips in his big hands, he spun me around and nipped his way up my inner thighs, and then pulled at my panties with his teeth until he wrestled them to the side.
Lapping at my seam, he groaned deep and desperate. “Fuck, you taste so good.”
I whimpered his name as my fingers tangled in his hair, half to hold him to me, and half to hold myself steady on my feet.
He found the perfect angle to lave over my clit with his tongue and stayed there.
It was so good that my hips bucked against him, thrusting against his tongue to increase the pressure.
He growled and gripped me tighter, but didn’t stop.
“Oh fuck,” I gasped. “Yiri. I’m—I’m going to—ungh.” I forgot how to use my words as waves of heat wracked my body and Yiri scooped me up in his strong arms just to lower me to the floor of the deck beneath him.
“I need to be inside you,” he panted, shoving his pants down and grabbing me by the garters to haul me closer.
One of the straps broke with a snap, and it only seemed to turn him on more.
His mouth crashed against mine in a rough and dirty kiss.
“You don’t mind, do you, Aneah? These sexy little scraps are begging to be torn off you. ”
“Go ahead,” I breathed through a heavy fog of need. “You bought them.”
The gusset of the panties was the next to give way as Yiri hooked a finger roughly through the lace and ripped the material out of his way.
“Ready for me?” he asked, notching the head of his cock to my aching center.
I nodded, wrapping my legs around his hips and anchoring my heels against his muscular ass. He felt so good spearing into me that I whimpered, almost sobbed with the pleasure of it. The muscles of my lower abdomen locked down tight, squeezing him, holding on with everything I had.
“What a good little wife you are,” he purred, lowering himself down to brace on his forearms around my head, pushing deeper and deeper.
He didn’t stop until he was fully seated and lodged so deep in me it almost ached.
“Such a good girl for daddy, taking every inch of me.” He didn’t draw back, grinding against me instead, so the hardened flesh of his ridge rubbed my clit over and over.
“Oh god, Yiri. Don’t stop,” I whined against his shoulder. “Please. I’ll come just from this.”
His mouth descended on the tender skin under my ear, nipping and sucking while I writhed with pleasure beneath him.
“That’s it, Aneah.” His deep voice rumbled through my whole body. “Come for Daddy. Be my sweet little wife and come.”
Dirty, sweet, dangerous, or tender, it didn’t matter what this man said to me.
It all worked. It all sent me to the height of pleasure.
He could probably recite passages from the cruiser’s operating manual and I’d come just from the delicious timbre of his voice.
A rolling quiver moved through me from the top of my tingling scalp to the tips of my burning toes as I broke.
Yiri groaned against my neck and then brought his forehead to mine, kissing me sweetly as he rocked me gently through my ecstasy.
“That’s it, beautiful,” he murmured. “My perfect girl. Aneah.”
The bright daylight warmed us, making the silver at his temples glimmer and the warmer red undertone of his purple skin shine through his collage of tattoos.
I drank him in as this thing between us became softer, sweeter, better.
Far from our usual frenzied coupling, we slowed, our movements unhurried.
As Yiri continued to pump his hips into me in gentle, rolling thrusts, his big cock dragged over the deepest parts of me, keeping me trembling as he found his pleasure, too.
“Nothing ever felt this good,” I mumbled, my teeth catching on my lip as he began to go a little deeper and his hands tangled roughly in my hair. “I think… I think I love you.”
“I know, Aneah,” he breathed, his body tensing, his cock jerking as he filled me with his release. “I feel it, too.” He brought our foreheads together as he stilled. “I loved you the first time I saw these eyes.”
Forget about the sex. This was all I’d ever wanted.
To be loved and cared for. This, us, me being here at all might be crazy, but from the first message he sent, Yiri had always been certain about me.
Zero hesitation, he saw, he wanted, he claimed.
No one had ever wanted me in their life like he did.
On earth, I couldn’t find a guy who wouldn’t ghost me after I put out.
My own parents wanted nothing to do with me.
But Yiri Ahlon loved me.
That was more than enough.
“I have a new favorite way to come down from sex,” I sighed a half hour or so later, floating in the warm, gently bobbing water of the lagoon. Yiri’s fingers trailed over my naked body as he floated inches away.
“If you insist on living like a bachelor with me, you can do this every day,” he said.
“I absolutely insist,” I said, rolling in the water to face the deck where a plate of zibe fruit was laid out.
“This stuff is so good,” I moaned around a bite. “They had some on the transport vessel. It tastes like a pina colada, kind of pineapple, coconut, banana-y. So good.”
“It tastes like your pussy,” he chuckled, pulling me until my back bumped his chest. Wrapping his arms around me, one big hand slid down to cup my center.
“What?” I laughed, rolling my hips against his touch. “No, it doesn’t.”
“It does,” he said. “Smells like you, too. Been thinking about it since I got my first breath of you. All that time locked on the cruiser when I couldn’t get a taste of your zibe nectar nearly killed me.”
“You really should have said something,” I pouted. “I wasn’t having any fun either.”
Something brushed the bottom of my soles under the water. Probably one of his feet as he kicked languidly to keep us afloat.
“I won’t make that mistake again,” he said, kissing my shoulder. “Now be very still, Aneah, and remember that I will never let anything hurt you.”
“Huh?”
A pale pink fin broke the surface of the water to my right before dipping back down. The water was very blue and clear here, but I couldn’t see…
“OH MY GOD. Yiri!” I hissed, clutching his arms, my whole body going rigid as I lost sight of the thing again. “Is that…?”
“Shhh, relax, Cora,” he soothed. “They won’t hurt you.”
“You feed people to them!”