barely there to begin with anyway—and cradled a firm breast.
“Very nice,” he murmured against her lips, giving a gentle squeeze.
The nipple puckered against his palm and she quivered.
“Believe it or not, what you’re almost wearing is still too much.
Here.” He lifted her easily and walked toward their sleeping quarters.
“Let’s get comfortable and proceed from there.”
When he deposited her on the bed, he straightened and pulled
loose the tie on his pants, easing the material over his straining
erection so it fell to the cool tile of the floor. “Mind getting naked,
Lieutenant? I’ll make it worth your while.”
The way she shimmied out of that ridiculously transparent gown
had a very adverse effect on his self-control. Jake watched her slip it
down, revealing perfect, firm breasts, a taut stomach and long legs.
The smooth shaved mound of her pussy gleamed with moisture
already and he was pleased at her arousal, but not all that surprised.
All the females on the ship whose sole duty was sexual relief for the
males were given an enhancing injection for their libidos. Her chest
heaved and she stared at him with what almost seemed like a
challenge as she dropped her gown over the side of the bed.
Fine. He could meet it and take it up a notch.
Jake sat down and smoothed a hand over the curve of her hip. His
fingers found wet heat between her thighs and she arched, a breathless
sound fluttering from her throat. He probed, sliding in deeply, and her
inner muscles clenched against the invasion.
“So soft and warm,” he muttered, wondering if he might ejaculate
from just touching the silken tightness of her hot pussy, adding
another finger as he mimicked the act of sexual intercourse with his
hand. “I need a taste.”
Under His Command
49
Peyton watched him through heavy-lidded eyes as he lowered his
head between her legs. He loved female bodies: the way they felt
beneath him, the primal, perfumed scent of desire, the delicious taste
of arousal. As he pushed her thighs apart and began to gently lick her
labia, she jerked in reaction.
Just what he wanted.
“Delicious,” he murmured. His tongue delved between those
luscious folds and brushed the swollen nub of her clitoris. A tremble
racked her slender body and she arched with a small cry, her hands
fisting in the lightweight blanket.
With his fingers he parted those moist folds and exposed that
sensitive bundle of nerves, nibbling lightly, then exerting gentle
suction, listening with an inner smile to her inarticulate sounds of
pleasure as he brought her closer and closer to climax. Peyton’s
fingers threaded into his hair, clenching against his scalp. She spread
her legs wider and shuddered.
It was a signal he understood perfectly, knowing she was close.
Jake gave her what she wanted, increasing the pressure of his mouth
on her pussy just the right amount to push her over the edge. In the
rush of orgasmic release she screamed, a short wild sound he found
sexy as hell. He kept her there on the brink until she twisted and
gasped out, “Stop, please…oh.”
He lifted his head, telling himself to give her a few minutes to
recover, his hungry body reacting to sight of her open legged and
flushed in the aftermath of erotic satisfaction. Peyton still had her
eyes closed, the lashes long and silky against her pink cheeks, those
delectable breasts quivering provocatively with each breath.
“I can’t wait,” he adjusted his position and muttered in hoarse
apology. “By the stars, I need to be inside you now.”
Those lush lashes drifted upward. “Who’s asking you to wait?”
The saucy provocation wasn’t exactly what he expected and he
stopped for a minute in the act of sliding on top of her, gazing down
into the hazel depths of her eyes. “You want this?” he asked softly,
50
Annabel Wolfe
admiring her audacity and using his hand to guide his rigid cock. The
opening he sought was slick with
“Very nice,” he murmured against her lips, giving a gentle squeeze.
The nipple puckered against his palm and she quivered.
“Believe it or not, what you’re almost wearing is still too much.
Here.” He lifted her easily and walked toward their sleeping quarters.
“Let’s get comfortable and proceed from there.”
When he deposited her on the bed, he straightened and pulled
loose the tie on his pants, easing the material over his straining
erection so it fell to the cool tile of the floor. “Mind getting naked,
Lieutenant? I’ll make it worth your while.”
The way she shimmied out of that ridiculously transparent gown
had a very adverse effect on his self-control. Jake watched her slip it
down, revealing perfect, firm breasts, a taut stomach and long legs.
The smooth shaved mound of her pussy gleamed with moisture
already and he was pleased at her arousal, but not all that surprised.
All the females on the ship whose sole duty was sexual relief for the
males were given an enhancing injection for their libidos. Her chest
heaved and she stared at him with what almost seemed like a
challenge as she dropped her gown over the side of the bed.
Fine. He could meet it and take it up a notch.
Jake sat down and smoothed a hand over the curve of her hip. His
fingers found wet heat between her thighs and she arched, a breathless
sound fluttering from her throat. He probed, sliding in deeply, and her
inner muscles clenched against the invasion.
“So soft and warm,” he muttered, wondering if he might ejaculate
from just touching the silken tightness of her hot pussy, adding
another finger as he mimicked the act of sexual intercourse with his
hand. “I need a taste.”
Under His Command
49
Peyton watched him through heavy-lidded eyes as he lowered his
head between her legs. He loved female bodies: the way they felt
beneath him, the primal, perfumed scent of desire, the delicious taste
of arousal. As he pushed her thighs apart and began to gently lick her
labia, she jerked in reaction.
Just what he wanted.
“Delicious,” he murmured. His tongue delved between those
luscious folds and brushed the swollen nub of her clitoris. A tremble
racked her slender body and she arched with a small cry, her hands
fisting in the lightweight blanket.
With his fingers he parted those moist folds and exposed that
sensitive bundle of nerves, nibbling lightly, then exerting gentle
suction, listening with an inner smile to her inarticulate sounds of
pleasure as he brought her closer and closer to climax. Peyton’s
fingers threaded into his hair, clenching against his scalp. She spread
her legs wider and shuddered.
It was a signal he understood perfectly, knowing she was close.
Jake gave her what she wanted, increasing the pressure of his mouth
on her pussy just the right amount to push her over the edge. In the
rush of orgasmic release she screamed, a short wild sound he found
sexy as hell. He kept her there on the brink until she twisted and
gasped out, “Stop, please…oh.”
He lifted his head, telling himself to give her a few minutes to
recover, his hungry body reacting to sight of her open legged and
flushed in the aftermath of erotic satisfaction. Peyton still had her
eyes closed, the lashes long and silky against her pink cheeks, those
delectable breasts quivering provocatively with each breath.
“I can’t wait,” he adjusted his position and muttered in hoarse
apology. “By the stars, I need to be inside you now.”
Those lush lashes drifted upward. “Who’s asking you to wait?”
The saucy provocation wasn’t exactly what he expected and he
stopped for a minute in the act of sliding on top of her, gazing down
into the hazel depths of her eyes. “You want this?” he asked softly,
50
Annabel Wolfe
admiring her audacity and using his hand to guide his rigid cock. The
opening he sought was slick with
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