Yelia and Char had taken to holding hands. No one on the ship was talking much, there was always a chance that a powerful microphone pointed their way would pick up any sounds, and the ship made enough of those that speaking wasn’t something they wanted to risk adding to it.

But holding hands was nice, it felt right, and they did so while eating in the galley, or even sleeping, Char on the top bunk, and Yelia on the bottom, his arm stretched down and hers stretched up.

They had just climbed into their beds, the fifth day they had been travelling silently across dangerous space, when she tugged on his hand. His head appeared above her, peering past the edge of the bunk. She smiled in the darkness and pulled on his hand again. He got the message and slipped down from his bunk to lay on hers. They were both clad in their underwear, his thin shorts that stopped at his upper thigh, her in a pair of briefs snug on her round butt and a tight-fitting bra of sorts that was see-through, even in the dark.

She pressed her lips to his, taking control of the situation. That was something she had never been afraid to do. They were lying on their sides, facing one another, but she pushed forward so he rolled onto his back, and then she climbed atop him, letting the length of her body lay across his, her breasts pressed against his chest, her pelvic bone pressing against his hardening cock.

She was feeling powerful, she was enjoying being in charge, and it was Yelia who pushed her tongue forward, past his lips, to dance along with his tongue in his mouth. Her hands slid along his arms to find his, and they interlocked their fingers as Yelia shifted her legs, spreading them and bringing them down so her knees were on either side of his hips, and his throbbing erection pressed against her moistening crotch.

Char couldn’t help himself, arching his hips up to grind against her crotch, applying pressure to his hard on, and their kissing became more passionate, wet smacks as their lips and tongues danced their fiery dance.

Yelia pulled her hands away from his and leaned back, breaking the kiss and rubbing her hands down Char’s strong chest, playfully tweaking his nipples before continuing on, her fingertips grazing over his well-defined abs. He was hard bodied and attractive, and if Yelia was going to die, she hadn’t been willing to do so without seeing what the young man had to offer as a lover.

She bucked atop him slowly, rotating her hips teasingly, still clad in their underwear as she slid her mound along the length of his shaft, which was pushing forcefully against the thin material of his shorts.

His hands were busy as well, sliding up her stomach and under the sports bra she wore, so his rough palms could cup her large breasts. Her sensitive nipples hardened against his touch. He squeezed her, not too roughly, making her breasts bulge through his thick, warm fingers.

She moaned when he moved his hands so that he could roll her nipples between his thumb and forefinger. Rubbing against him frantically, her nipples played with, it had been so long since she had last made love, it was almost enough to get her off. Her last boyfriend having been a year ago, shortly after getting out of military school, where she had, of course, followed her sister.

She wanted it to last, so Yelia pulled away from Char, leaning down and planting kisses along his stomach as she slid down his body, letting the damp crotch of her panties slide down one of his legs until her head was positioned over the throbbing tent in his shorts.

Even in the dark she could see the bulbous tip of his cock, a wet spot spreading on his shorts. She leaned her head down and planted a playful kiss on the tip, and opened her mouth, taking the silky tip inside, sucking on it through the material of his shorts. His hips thrust up slightly, driving him wild with the sensation being muted by the fabric. He moaned and that turned her on even more. She decided to reward him. Tugging the shorts down, over his butt as she did so she could slide them all the way off.

She moved her mouth back above his cock, but before she took him in her mouth she decided she wouldn't mind being rewarded as well, and she shifted on the bed, turning so that her feet were by his head, and she slid atop him once more, spreading her legs, her knees by his ears, her soaked panties in his face. She felt his fingers pushing her panties to the side, and parting her lips with a thick, warm finger as he pushed his tongue into her. She took the tip of his cock into her mouth without the barrier of his underwear. His cock jumped as she closed her lips around him. She tasted the salty precum from the tip as she swirled her tongue around him.

He ran a finger along her wet slit, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body. She moaned as she leaned forward and took him deeper into her mouth, her lips reaching the halfway point of his shaft, the mushroom head pressed against the back of her throat. Char’s tongue pressed into her crotch, flicking against her clit, lapping against it softly, eliciting another moan from her.

She reached up and wrapped her hand around the exposed part of his shaft, squeezing him gently but firmly, and then pulled her head back, away from his cock so that only the tip remained in her mouth.

She sucked on his meaty shaft and he probed her womanhood with his tongue, sliding in and out of her. They were both thrusting against each other’s mouth. Hungry for that climax.

“That’s it,” she said, when she could take no more. Yelia moved away. Pulling her moist mound from Char’s mouth and tongue, and sliding her own lips and hand from his shaft. She turned around, so that she could kiss him as she climbed atop him once more, their juices and flavors mixing together as their tongues did the same.

She reached down and gripped his thick member, holding it as she lowered herself atop it, not breaking their kiss. She could feel Char grunt against her mouth as he was fully embedded inside her, her tight walls gripping him spectacularly.

“Yes,” Yelia whispered as she bucked atop him, working slowly at first, letting his veiny cock slid nearly from within her and then sliding back down, her skin slapping audibly against his thighs.

She broke the kiss and leaned back, one of her hands on his chest, the other reaching back to fondle his testicles. His hands found her breasts, cupping them and squeezing them, hard nipples being pulled between two rough fingers.

He climaxed first, surprisingly, unable to hold on any longer. His strong hands taking her by the hips and pulling her down, holding her there as he pulsed his release into her body, filling her with his hot, sticky, seed.

“Stay hard,” Yelia commanded when he was done, and she began to ride him again, working quickly, close to coming herself, guiding one of his hands down to her crotch, so that the pad of his thumb could rub against her clit as she bucked atop him.

“Yes!” Yelia said, louder than she had meant to, and then she was coming, an orgasm convulsing through her loins, at the bottom of her stomach and spreading quickly through her body, making her moan and shake.

When it was done Yelia leaned down and kissed Char, and then rolled to the side. He rolled, too, and stayed inside her. They slept like that, his throbbing and spent cock softening within her body. When they woke in the middle of the night to find that he was hard once more, the throbbing mushroom tip pressing into her, she wiggled her hips and they moved in sync, not stopping until she was spent and he filled her with his seed for a second time.