Chapter 5:
Blade paced the bridge restlessly. The craft was light and fast and its cloaking system so good that it would be undetected by all but the ships that had the best the in un-cloaking mechanisms.
He turned away, his mind going back to Tara. How could he just dump her on the agri-planet and hope she made it home?
How could he possibly be considering going to Newport City, the city where he had been born and raised as the son of the most powerful general in the Federation and where his face was known, and his name was the name of a traitor with a price on his head?
The woman made him want to do things that were impossible and incredibly dangerous. That made her an even bigger risk than he would have liked to admit.
There was something about her besides her obvious beauty that tugged at him and demanded that he look at her.
He was being driven half-crazy by desire for her, and that too made her dangerous.
He took a deep breath. Merital was just a few hours away now, and he needed sleep. He decided to wake her and to send her to another part of the ship, just to get her as far away from his as possible.
He ambled down the short hall and to the door of the chamber. It slid open, and he stepped inside then stopped. She slept, and her face wore an expression of such innocence that he began to pedal backward, suddenly loathe to wake her even though he truly needed the rest.
She woke just then. She sat up, the thin sheet clinging tightly to her body and outlining every soft curve and drawing his eyes to those curves, demanding his attention.
Her mouth, pink and slightly damp, parted. “Are we there?”
He shook his head. “I need to rest.”
“Oh.” She came off the berth in one long and fluid motion that set his heart to racing so fast he was sure he was going to faint. The smell of the cleanser’s products clung to her but below it was the smell of sweet and warm womanly flesh. His dick pulsed back into life, straining at the trousers that he wore in a real and urgent way that caused the front of it to tent over that hard flesh.
He tried to turn away to keep her from seeing that but just then the ship gave a small vibration, and she lost her footing. She stumbled toward him and instinct made him reach for her.
She landed against his body, so sweetly curved and perfectly fit for his body that he lost his cool. His head moved lower and then her lips were under his, parting for his tongue.
Every cell and part of his brain shouted at him to stop this now. That he was crazy for this. That she had a man she loved and she was too gentle, too outside everything that he had ever known, and that all this would do was stain her and harm her, but he could not stop.
Her mouth was honey and sugar, all soft lips and small solid teeth. Her tongue was eager, and her breasts smashed flat against the armor covering his chest. His staff throbbed and grew, and then he had her on the bed. His hands stripped off the loose tunic that she wore, and his body was bared too in a few swift motions.
Her body was satiny smooth and so honed that his hands slid along the expanses of skin and bone easily. He spanned her small waist, let his fingers seek out her ribs and then move lower, stroking across her quivering belly as his head dipped so that he could taste her.
Her lower lips were as honeyed and soft as her mouth. Her oils, heated and smooth and slightly salty and still sugary, met his lips and tongue and drove him onward. His fingers slid into her tight walls, stroked along them, and he felt them open to him. His heart beat faster yet as he explored her skin, tasted deep of her mound.
Her cries were urgent and low, and he lifted himself above her, his body poised and his brain still telling him to stop this now before it was too late. That it was not yet too late, but then he moved and he was lost inside her snug and wet sheath and the sensations that those walls caused when they squeezed down on his organ, and her nails raked along his back as she strained upward, searching for a climax he could feel building with each thrust of his prick into her body.
His orgasm was fierce. His cock splashed thick and creamy juices into her body as he strained and bucked above her, his fingers digging into her shoulders and his mouth fused to hers in a final and gasping kiss that took all of his breath and gave hers back to him.
He managed to get air into his lungs and roll away from her. She stared at him, her eyes wide, and he found himself tongue-tied and remorseful. “I…I’m sorry.”
“I’m not. I mean, you didn’t force me, if that’s what…” She blinked, confusion filling her face. He sat up. She did too. She said, “I should let you rest.”
He spoke then. “I’m going to take on supplies on Merital, but I’m taking you all the way to Newport.”
What? Had he lost whatever was left of his mind?
It truly seemed as if he had.