Should I have bought something to her? Should I have worn the other cologne? Should I have put on the other suit, the blue one? She’s always nagging at me that I don’t wear enough blue clothes and that it highlights my deep purple eyes. I don’t really understand why it’s so important to her that I dress nicely, but maybe I should have gone with the blue suit, not the black one again.

It was difficult being married to one of the most beautiful Esuh women of the whole empire. She was strong, independent, and never shied away from a fight, even if she was wrong. Lenora was literally my other half, the more liberated, less tense and less social awkward half.

However, isn’t that the reason you married her in the first place? To fill all these gaps life left you with?

Shit, I should have gone with the blue suit.

I was strolling around Exposure’s spaceport, waiting for her to find me. It was not that I couldn’t find her myself, but this was something of a good-luck charm of hers. When Lenora started going undercover for months at the time, we made a pact. I would always find where she was - and make her know in some secret, romantic way - and she would always have to find me in the spaceport and surprise me when we decided to meet.

It was like a secret date after six months of absence. And to be honest, six months of Lenora missing from our home, and especially our bed, was one of the hardest things I had ever done in my whole life.

Most of the time, she was going undercover for two weeks to two months tops, but this case was indeed exceptional. From what I had heard from reports coming all around the Sol, she did quite a piece this time. She wasn’t able to recover her target alive, something that would actually cause quite a bit of a headache to some of her higher-ups.

The ethics of espionage always threaded on a thin line, but with assassinations coming to the light all the more often nowadays, especially assassinations ensued by First Kinds, every death associated with containing criminal activities was strictly condemned by the public opinion.

Still, that was not the case with Lenora. Knowing her resume, this was the first killing of her career. She always made sure to come off clean from every mission the First Kind higher-up assigned to her. What led her to assassinate this particular target would remain a mystery to me as well, until she found me.

She sure loved taking her time, though.

A crowd of tourists headed my way. They were all coming from the ‘new arrivals’ section of the spaceport. They most probably were Martians heading to another system for vacation. Their planet was increasingly becoming hot on the surface and frozen below, making for a strange combination. Still, Mars was one of the richest planets in this solar system. Honestly, they could buy another planet and colonize it for what it mattered.

They were a rowdy bunch, though, one that made me lose the view of my surroundings for just a moment. At that moment, the first thing that hit me was her fragrance.

“What is a big stud like you doing to a rundown place like this?” she said in her most sensual voice possible.

I would have pushed her away if I hadn’t recognized she was her. Lenora once again managed to sneak behind me unnoticed.

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“My spaceship is right around the corner. Exposure is a busy colony, huh? Who would have thought?” I said, trying to start some kind of conversation, any kind of conversation, with her on our way to my spaceship. Lenora seemed different somehow, less vocal and more...physical? She touched my elbow and made sure she smiled and nodded at everything I said.

She stared deeply into my eyes all the time but the only time she turned away her face, she was doing it with a sigh. Something was troubling her.

“Here we are,” I exclaimed more enthusiastically than I wanted. She picked up on that.

“Well, someone seems like is in a hurry,” she said at the same voluptuous tone she used before.

“Well, you can’t blame me for wanting some time alone with my wife. I haven’t seen you for six months, Lenora. Is it too bad that--”

She didn’t let me finish. Her lips connected with mine the moment we both walked inside my spaceship. I was a head taller than her and way stronger, but when she was kissing me, I was like a frail boy standing naked before her.

“Don’t talk anymore. I need my husband Jasih right now, not the Prime Officer one. Just...kiss me.”

She didn’t have to tell me twice. I was on the verge of tearing off her clothes as it was. Now that I had got the okay from her...well...there was nothing remaining that could stop me. I pushed her around and shoved her against the wall. A deep moan came out of her mouth. I didn’t give her time to retaliate. I kissed her deeply, our tongues mingling on the spur of the moment. She was caressing the inside of my mouth with her sweet tongue, making sure I could taste everything.

Lenora was breathing into my mouth, and I felt her hot breath filling my lungs. Everything was romantic and warm as it should be. Only that Lenora seemed she didn’t even want that anymore.

She forced her hand into my pants and squeezed my balls. I moaned loudly, part of it being from pain, part of it being from pleasure. She knew that I liked it a bit rough, but it had been too long since the last time I felt her touch. It was refreshing.

I let her jerk me off for a minute or two, long enough to make me hard as a rock, and then grabbed both her arms and raised them above her head. I bounded her movements with my strong grip. She didn’t resist, so I changed into using only one of my hands to keep her still and the other hand to rip off her dress.

The fabric slowly creased on the floor. Lenora was standing in front of me now, wearing nothing but her underwear. I couldn’t get enough of her slender, strong figure. I wanted to taste her.

I started kissing her chest, her breasts, her stomach, and slowly, yet surely, released her from her shackles while I removed the bottom part of her underwear. I started licking her clitoris, but soon, her hands guided me deeper into more intimate parts of her body. She grabbed my hair now and pushed me in and out, moaning louder and louder as time went by.

If I didn’t know her better, I would have thought that she was getting closer to coming. Luckily, though, she had perfect control over her body.

Five minutes later, and after I had lifted both her legs on my shoulders, her back leaning against the wall, I heard her murmur: “I want you inside me. Now...” That last part was nuanced, torn between a sigh and a moan.

I moved away from between her legs and commenced into carrying her in the spaceship’s bedroom. I gently placed her on top of the bed, and I made sure I removed all my clothes in the process. My chiseled body, the result of hard work and countless years of being on active duty, always seemed to arouse her.

Then, I aligned my body with hers as I lay above her. She touched my chest and abs before embracing me into a hug. My dick was rock hard, throbbing between my legs, ready to thrust her. However, it had been six months already. I knew I had to be gentle with her.

The first time I invaded her, she panted and asked me to stop. We were both covered in glistening sweat. Her nipples were pointy and hard; she was turned on as well. After I caught a slight glimpse of her head nodding for me to continue, I started pushing in slowly, until my balls touched her skin.

I waited for a moment for her to get used to my size, but it was only a matter of time before I started moving in and out rhythmically. Our bodies felt like they were made for each other. In every thrust, I felt like we were becoming one. Her hot, wet vagina seemed to blossom below me. I had to move faster, harder.

“I...I’m close. Yes! Like that. Oh my god...” she kept on exclaiming, repeating my name again and again.

Now, I had arched my body away from her body, and I was totally focused on fucking her. My dick was the only thing connecting us. She was resting her legs on my shoulders and stretched her pelvis in and out, causing more friction between our members. However, that made her tighter between my legs, and I could feel my cock rubbing on the walls of her wet vagina.

Everything was heightened when I heard her moan loudly, calling my name, coming while I was still drilling her. At that exact moment, I groaned loudly too, as if in pain, but my burst of hot semen was so strong and wild that I couldn’t hold back anymore. The explosion of pleasure traveled to every part of my body until it made me lie on the bed next to her after our intercourse was over.

I turned and looked at her. Lenora still seemed thoughtful, but now her eyes had a feeling of contempt. She was at exactly the place she wanted to be at that moment.