neck. There are no bruises, I note. This pleases me. I do not regret my actions, but I doubt she would be very forgiving if her throat pained her because of me. I will reserve our rougher play for more intimate situations.
An image of her against the wall, screaming out while I pound into her delicious pussy from behind arises.
Her eyes widen infinitesimally. The silence stretches.
I can hear each inhalation and if I look hard enough, I can see the tattoo of her heartbeat at the base of her neck. Beyond that, there is nothing but the sound of my ship gliding towards its destination.
I find that the lack of words heightens something between us. The awareness of her attractiveness has deepened into a desire to touch, to taste, to lick and explore. I allow my gaze to travel over her, my active imagination supplying a hundred different uses I have for each part.
Her hands tighten on her knees, the knuckles whitening.
Moving to kneel, I reach out and trace the edge of her finger.
Her breath hitches. She clenches her fist, withdrawing from my touch almost reflexively.
Still teasing? Unwise, yet titillating. I drag my finger down her leg, following the line of her shin through her rough trousers, a small shhhh the only audible disruption between us. I reach the curve of her bare ankle.
She shifts to move away, and I immediately shackle the bone with my fingers, baring my teeth just slightly in warning. I will not be denied this. I have overcome the obstacle she placed before me and this is my reward.
I want this female. I have decided that I will have her.
She looks down at my hand, inhaling sharply. “M'anu — ”
I pull, uninterested in the excuses she will no doubt try to distract me with. In one fluid motion I bring her across the floor until she is nearly beneath me. Holding her leg flush against my side, I brace myself with a hand at her side. I spread my knees to bring my cock flush against her beckoning pussy, gaze locked on hers.
She grabs hold of my shoulders. “Oh my god!” Her fingers clench in the fabric of my overshirt, and I want to feel them against my skin. I release her leg to grasp at the hem.
She clasps my wrist with both hands, alarmed for reasons I cannot fathom. “What the—Jesus, this has got to be a dream, it has to be a — ”
The ship shudders.
We both still. “What was that?” she asks just as an alarm sounds.
I back away and rise to my feet, a snarl already forming on my lips as I cross to the control panel. I do not want to be interrupted, and I especially do not want the disturbance to be caused by what I hazard. One glance at the controls, however, confirms my theory. “We have ceased to move.”
She scrambles onto all fours and then to her feet. “Why?” I can hear in her tone, however, that she already has an inkling.
My jaw clenches and an ugly feeling twists inside. “Pirates.”
xxxxx
My day just went from normal to bad to bizarre to worse.
I have no idea—no idea—what the hell happened to set M'anu off like that, but whoa nelly, it is not a memory that I am going to forget any time soon. One minute we're enemies and the next he's staring at me like I am number one on his list of must-haves.
“ Space pirates?” If I sound a little panicked, I don't give a damn. This is just icing on my cake. “Are you serious?”
M'anu snorts. “Would I joke about space pirates?” He looks ready to kill somebody. I thought he looked angry when he took me down in the courtyard. I am beginning to realize that was his 'mildly annoyed' face.
What I'm looking at now is scary shit.
But his blasé response triggers my bitch button. “You're treading on thin ice as it is, buddy. Don't choose right now to take me literally.” I form my hands into the football end goal position, trying to get him to focus on my face. “Why are there space pirates at our door?”
For the first time he looks chagrined. “Your bounty might have something to do with it.”
That is not what
An image of her against the wall, screaming out while I pound into her delicious pussy from behind arises.
Her eyes widen infinitesimally. The silence stretches.
I can hear each inhalation and if I look hard enough, I can see the tattoo of her heartbeat at the base of her neck. Beyond that, there is nothing but the sound of my ship gliding towards its destination.
I find that the lack of words heightens something between us. The awareness of her attractiveness has deepened into a desire to touch, to taste, to lick and explore. I allow my gaze to travel over her, my active imagination supplying a hundred different uses I have for each part.
Her hands tighten on her knees, the knuckles whitening.
Moving to kneel, I reach out and trace the edge of her finger.
Her breath hitches. She clenches her fist, withdrawing from my touch almost reflexively.
Still teasing? Unwise, yet titillating. I drag my finger down her leg, following the line of her shin through her rough trousers, a small shhhh the only audible disruption between us. I reach the curve of her bare ankle.
She shifts to move away, and I immediately shackle the bone with my fingers, baring my teeth just slightly in warning. I will not be denied this. I have overcome the obstacle she placed before me and this is my reward.
I want this female. I have decided that I will have her.
She looks down at my hand, inhaling sharply. “M'anu — ”
I pull, uninterested in the excuses she will no doubt try to distract me with. In one fluid motion I bring her across the floor until she is nearly beneath me. Holding her leg flush against my side, I brace myself with a hand at her side. I spread my knees to bring my cock flush against her beckoning pussy, gaze locked on hers.
She grabs hold of my shoulders. “Oh my god!” Her fingers clench in the fabric of my overshirt, and I want to feel them against my skin. I release her leg to grasp at the hem.
She clasps my wrist with both hands, alarmed for reasons I cannot fathom. “What the—Jesus, this has got to be a dream, it has to be a — ”
The ship shudders.
We both still. “What was that?” she asks just as an alarm sounds.
I back away and rise to my feet, a snarl already forming on my lips as I cross to the control panel. I do not want to be interrupted, and I especially do not want the disturbance to be caused by what I hazard. One glance at the controls, however, confirms my theory. “We have ceased to move.”
She scrambles onto all fours and then to her feet. “Why?” I can hear in her tone, however, that she already has an inkling.
My jaw clenches and an ugly feeling twists inside. “Pirates.”
xxxxx
My day just went from normal to bad to bizarre to worse.
I have no idea—no idea—what the hell happened to set M'anu off like that, but whoa nelly, it is not a memory that I am going to forget any time soon. One minute we're enemies and the next he's staring at me like I am number one on his list of must-haves.
“ Space pirates?” If I sound a little panicked, I don't give a damn. This is just icing on my cake. “Are you serious?”
M'anu snorts. “Would I joke about space pirates?” He looks ready to kill somebody. I thought he looked angry when he took me down in the courtyard. I am beginning to realize that was his 'mildly annoyed' face.
What I'm looking at now is scary shit.
But his blasé response triggers my bitch button. “You're treading on thin ice as it is, buddy. Don't choose right now to take me literally.” I form my hands into the football end goal position, trying to get him to focus on my face. “Why are there space pirates at our door?”
For the first time he looks chagrined. “Your bounty might have something to do with it.”
That is not what
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