Page 6 of Searching the Skies
She hopped off the stool and walked out of the bar, assuming she’d be followed. Ash made his presence known behind her once they reached her door, hovering as close as possible without physically touching her as she fumbled with the locking mechanism. Every hair on her body stood on end, every nerve in her skin alive with the anticipation of what was to come. She finally aligned her thumb at the correct angle with the small screen, allowing it to scan her print and open the lock.
Geneva barely had time to close the door behind her before Ash grabbed her by the shoulders and spun her around. He captured her attention with one last hungry stare before pressing his mouth to hers. Her lips parted as he pinned her against the wall, and she engaged his tongue in a playful battle with her own. Although she wanted to take her time exploring him, a primal need drove her to feel more of him, and quickly. She ran her hands up over his chest, fighting the temptation to rip the thin fabric away from it, and around the back of his neck.
He buried his fingers in the soft waves of her hair, unwilling to abandon their passionate kiss. Giving her lower lip a devilish nibble, he leaned against her, heat blooming between them. She enjoyed the pressure of the full weight of his body as she was trapped beneath him yet again. Tearing his mouth away, he kissed a path to her ear, not saying a word beyond the increased pace of his agitated breaths. After sucking the lobe into his mouth, he traced several lazy circles around it with his tongue before biting down.
A throaty moan escaped her lips, and she grabbed on to the back of Ash’s shirt, balling it in her fists as she writhed against him. “You can take it off,” he growled in her ear. Releasing his grip on her, he took a small step backward and grinned.
Geneva wasted no time in freeing the hem of his shirt from his pants. He lifted his arms up to assist her in ridding the unwanted garment from his body. Once it was gone, he pulled her in close again, ducking his head down to meet hers. She reciprocated the kiss for another moment before inching away from him, raising an eyebrow. In a matter of seconds, her shirt joined his on the floor, soon followed by the bra doing little but standing in his way.
He shoved her up against the wall again, but this time, his lips didn’t stay on hers for long. Kissing and licking his way down her neck, he passed her collarbone and reached the swell of her breasts. His tongue found a protruding nipple, and he teased at it before drawing it into his mouth.
Every part of her body trembled due to his skillful manipulations. She tilted her head back and sighed, running a hand through his cropped hair. After lingering there for a moment more, he continued lower, dragging his lips over her stomach until he arrived at the top button of her pants. He reached up to undo the closure, but she stopped him. “Wait,” she said between breaths.
“What’s wrong?” he asked from his crouched position, desire darkening his eyes.
“Nothing.” She shook her head. “I just wanted to remind you the bed’s over there,” she said, pointing to the corner.
He tilted his head to the side and stared at her for a few seconds before bursting out into laughter. “Good to know!” He jumped up and, before she knew it, scooped her into his arms and started walking toward the back of the room. She giggled, something she hadn’t done in years, and kicked her shoes off as they traveled through her small quarters, not caring where they landed. Wrapping her arms around his neck as he bent down to fling back the covers, she let out a squeal as he tossed her onto the bed.
Ash made a beeline for her pants again, undoing the button and zipper in record time, and yanking them down over her hips. Once they were off, he lay down next to her and pulled her in for another kiss. His hand wandered down the path his mouth had taken before, continuing farther until he reached the warm recess between her legs. Her thighs parted for him, but he stayed in place, exploring her mound with gentle strokes. When she was about to protest his unnecessary teasing, he eased a single finger inside her waiting pussy.
Geneva gasped as he slid inside, savoring the sensations that had been absent from her life for so long. She trailed her hand down his chest and along his side, circling her arm around his waist and drawing him closer to her. Her nails dug into his back as a second finger joined the first, and she broke away from his kiss to cry out, no longer able to contain her reactions to the pleasure he incited.
Though she didn’t want his probing touches to stop, somewhere within the lusty haze clouding her mind, she knew she needed more. She tugged at the waistband of his pants, and he assisted her with his free hand. Upon releasing him from the constraints of his remaining clothing, excitement shot through her at the first glimpse of his impressive cock, swollen and hard and ready for her. Taking it into her hand, she caressed the entire length of the smooth shaft, feeling him pulse beneath her feathery touch.
He withdrew his fingers from her and trailed them down the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. Climbing between her legs, he positioned himself then paused. “Um,” he said, rubbing the back of his head, “I probably should have asked earlier, but…there’s no risk of us creating the next generation of little commanders tonight, right?”
Geneva snorted. “Don’t worry, I’ve got my military-issue implant in, like everyone else on the ship, I’m guessing.” Without lifting her head from the pillow, she raised her hand in a mock salute. “This will be an act of pure fornication, nothing more.”
“Good. I just wanted to make sure.”
She traced the edge of his jaw with one finger and smirked. “You know, you’re really knocking it out of the park tonight with your smooth lines.”
“I never claimed to be a poet.” He shifted forward, his fingertips grasping the flesh of her hip. “But if you’re so concerned, I’ll find a way to make up for it.”
The broad tip of his cock pressed against her, igniting another flurry of sparks. Her knees trembled as he spread her wide, anticipation threatening to explode out of her at any moment. “Damn, Geneva, you feel fucking amazing,” he mumbled as he pushed deeper inside, burying every inch of his thick shaft into her cunt.
Geneva gasped for air, unable to answer. She grew dizzy from the tingling warmth unfurling through her body as she was stretched by him. Grabbing his ass, she urged him on, and he plunged into her over and over, using all of his strength to slam her into the mattress. With every thrust, her hips bucked up to meet his, punctuated by a series of yearning moans.
The room spun around her. Her heart raced, and she knew she was on the brink of losing control. He slowed his pace, but before she could voice a complaint, he seized her legs and lifted them up. With her calves resting on his shoulders, he jerked his hips forward, further impaling her with the full force of his robust body.
She screamed as Ash fucked her harder and deeper than she’d ever been fucked before, not caring who was on the other side of the wall, or out in the hallway, or anywhere on the entire ship. Her hands skimmed through his hair as her knees rose to meet her ears, and she closed her eyes as her whole body convulsed in ecstasy. The intensity of his movements never slowed, and he continued to fill her with his massive cock as she spasmed around him in the blissful release she’d craved.
Her muscles clenched around him, drawing him even farther into her. With a savage grunt, he joined her in their explosive climax, throbbing and pulsing in time with her body’s reactions to him. He collapsed on top of her, resting his face in her hair as they breathed together. She knew the moment wouldn’t last forever, but she wanted to relish every second of their descent.
She leaned her head against his as she lay motionless beneath him, feeling the warmth of his body, breathing in his scent, and enjoying her close proximity to another person. An indeterminable amount of time passed—it could have been minutes or hours—but eventually Ash rolled to the side and rubbed his eyes with the heels of his hands. “Wow,” he said. “That was…wow.”
Even in the dark room, Geneva could make out his usual grin and laughed. “Agreed.” Wriggling out from beneath him, she swung her legs over the edge of the bed and stood. A chill ran over her body with his absence. “I’m going to go wash up.” Heading toward the bathroom, she waited until she reached the doorway then turned back around to give him what she hoped was a coquettish look. “Coming?”
If he was worn out from their wild escapade, he didn’t show it, and he joined her in the bathroom in a matter of seconds. She used a plastic clip to pin her hair atop her head and bent down to turn on the faucet. When she faced him again, he raised one skeptical eyebrow. “I don’t think these tubs were built to accommodate two people,” he said.
“We’ll manage.”
When the bathtub was full, she motioned for him to get inside, and he followed her command. He leaned back against the sloping edge, the water rising to mid-chest, and she climbed in after him. With one leg on either side of his, she lowered herself until she straddled him, giving him an unobstructed view of her face and chest. She reached for a washcloth and wet it, along with a bar of soap, working her tools up into a luscious lather.
Earlier in the evening, everything had felt rushed and frantic and desperate. Since they’d fulfilled their needs, Geneva took her time studying her fellow officer and chosen partner. With the washcloth, she traced the lines of his hardened chest, letting the stray bubbles cling to the expanse of golden-red hair dotting the ridges of his muscles. She continued upward to his shoulders, massaging the suds into his taut skin, never taking her gaze off his.
Ash tilted his head back and closed his eyes as she ran her hands all over his body. She leaned forward and delivered a light kiss, barely brushing her lips against his. As her fingers traversed his moistened skin, he stirred beneath her, reawakening with her provocative touch. Pulling back, she let out a wicked chuckle. Their night was far from over.