“Not here, you couldn’t. Can you imagine if Marcus saw this in the morning?”
Dax kissed his way across her back, leaving little presses of his lips as his cock softened and left her. His hand, soaked and slippery, covered in their mingled essences, stroked down her puffy entrance.
“We’re a mess. You must be such a mess.” A note of embarrassment and panic crept into Skyla’s voice.
“Hey. We’re medical professionals. I think we can handle messes. Unless...”
Sklya waited, the panic in her gut building. The momentary note of embarrassment was turning into a symphony. What if this was too different from Dax’s previous sexual experiences? What if he loved her—but not making love with her? “I’m sorry it was—”
“You probably didn’t—”
“What?”
“No, you go first,” Skyla urged, craning her neck to meet his usually smiling blue eyes and finding them serious.
“I know that can’t have been good for you—not like, really good, not like normal. I don’t have all the right equipment, and I’m not the right size. But... I love you. And I’ll keep working on it. I’ll learn how to make it better if you still,” he swallowed hard, “if you still want me.”
With a bark of laughter and relief, Skyla spun, tearing the already scratched sheets off the corners of the mattress. She wrapped a startled Dax to her chest, not caring that his soaking hand was now resting on her shoulder as he peered down on her in surprise. She beamed up at him. “That was the best I’ve ever had. So full inside, deep inside, and you were hitting all the spots I like, plus, when your cock was —when you were thrusting right at the entrance,” she let her gaze slip away, amazed that she was so comfortable, and yet still having unpredictable burstsof shyness, “it was so good, way better than I’ve ever had. B-but I know that was probably not what you’re used to. And your hand—” she trailed off.Your hand was so deep inside of me, and it felt so good. I want to do it again, this time while you’re kneeling between my legs while I’m on my back, so I can watch your face, so I can watch you come. So I can watch you pleasuring me.
“Oh, my hand?” Dax took up her train of thought as her hips gave an involuntary, hungry squeeze. “My hand has never had such a good time. I... I don’t know if this is the right thing to say or not, but being inside of you like that was an incredible turn on. Watching you spread around me. Feeling you get tighter on me and squeeze me like that—oh, fuck, Sky, it was so hot. I want to do it again. I want to do it every night for the rest of my life, but I thought maybe you didn’t like it. Like, it was a good substitute in an emergency, but you wouldn’t want that all the time. Not that it has to be all the time!” Dax’s voice went high in tense reassurance. “No, no. I’m not trying to be greedy. Or tell you that I’d only learn one way to please you. If you were my Queen, I’d please you forever, in a thousand different ways.”
Skyla’s heart felt like it was melting, in the best possible way. “You are the perfect man for me. In any race or kind, in any world or galaxy. If we had to be celibate because our bodies were incompatible, I would still choose you, Dax. You for you. But the sex is an incredible bonus. And I want to do it again.”
Dax’s grin rivaled the overhead lights, bold and bright. “Give me a minute to clean up?”
“No—we can’t! We can’t do it again here.”
His hips rocked against hers, his knee wriggling between her legs to press to her soaking split, leaning into her clit. “Are you sure? What if it was quick?”
“You’re normally such a good influence,” she moaned, eyes fluttering shut as spikes of pleasure reminded her that heats lastweeks, not hours, and that one good fuck was like one good piece of confection. One taste left you wishing for more.
“Loving you is very good. Plus, aren’t you still in heat? I didn’t magically cure you, did I?”
“I’ll be like this for a couple of weeks.”
“Oh, see? You need me. I’m your medicine.” Dax peered into her eyes, angling himself up so he could press a soft kiss to her cheek. “Dr. Cupid’s orders.”
She kissed him back, holding him closer, letting her longer legs wrap around his shorter ones, and not caring for their differences. No, shedidcare. She loved them. Loved him. “I love you.”
“I loveyou.”
“I suppose one more round won’t hurt—for tonight.”
“Mmhmm. And then pretty much every night for the rest of our lives? Does that sound good?” Dax stroked her hair.
“A daily dose of Dax? Yes, please.”
One More Arrow
“Hey.”
“Hey.”
Jaxson kicked a chair out from the gaming table in the lounge, a broad grin on his face as Kaylie sank into it with a sigh. “Got the whole world on your shoulders, kid?”
She snorted. “No, old man.”
He chuckled. They were a decade apart, but the younger woman was by no means a kid. She was a tough survivor in a pale, delicate shell. What a cunning ploy on the part of the universe, he often found himself thinking as he’d gotten to know her. A product of Sapien-Three’s lousy foster care system, a trafficked hostage, a refugee of a wrecked, derelict shuttle... She looked like she would break if you breathed too hard, but she was unbreakable.
