I work at rigging explosives, sitting in the back, watching you sleep. It’s not hard, it’s not like we’re going to need to blow a hatch here anytime soon anyways. We’ll have about eight, four each. Should be enough to blow that house right off the damned map. I have the feeling that’s a thought that would make you very happy. Leave them by your coffee cup. Nothing like a present to make a girl smile.
More coffee, back up front, I need to let you sleep, and if I stay back there, that’s not going to happen.
Monitor has us at 39 hours to Lupus4. It’s either too much time for me, or not enough. Whatever, it’s moving too fast now. I was about to go try to wake you up, but you’re up already, washing up, by the sounds of it. Damned flutter in my gut betrays me. Close my eyes, sit back quietly, and wait for you.
I needed the sleep, I didn’t think I’d be able to, I usually can’t sleep if I’m flying. Back to the tiny bathroom, to get cleaned up, get coffee. I look over the explosives. Beautiful work, precise.
I look back towards the cockpit. Open space. Riddick, leaning back in the pilots chair. Eyes closed. You’re not asleep, but very, very still. Waiting for me, but doesn’t want me to know it.
I slide out of my pants. And watch. No movement. Not a sound, but you swallow hard.
As much as I hate the idea of even looking at open space, I move forward, quietly.
“I know full well you’re not sleeping, Riddick.”, as I straddle your lap.You’re already hard. That grin. We started out like this.
“Did you come up here to play with me Ava?”.
Not a word. Pull my shirt over my head. If you want to play, play.
I lean forward, and bite your nipple through your shirt. Growl, from deep in your chest. I sit back, put my hands behind my back, and wait. Two can play that game.
Your hands slide up, over my hips, to my breasts, pulling at my nipples, leaning forward to bite gently.
Pull your shirt up, and off, leaning forward, so our skin touches. One hand on my breast. Your other slides down over my belly, a forceful nudge at my clitoris before you slide deeper, your breath quickens at how wet I already am.
Your growl is constant,deep and heavy, and your eyes close as you slip into wet folds, exploring. One, then two fingers, keeping pace with your quickening breath. I stop you before I come, pulling back. A snort of frustration. You lick me off your fingers.
I rub the heel of my hand over your erection, before undoing your fly, balancing on my toes, and pulling your pants out of the way.
I move up, letting the head of your penis touch me, nothing else. You wanted to play, so we’ll play.
You push my hips, but I’m stronger than I look, and stay, an inch in,slowly back and forth, while your frustration deepens.
Your eyes glaze over, it’s almost more than you can bear, before I finally let you slide all of way in, the pleasure so intense it almost makes you scream.
“You want to play, Riddick?”, a mischevious smile.
With that, I get off you, backing up, towards the berth.
You catch me before I make it there, that same animal lust from our first time back in your eyes, but with far more control.
You grab my waist, turning me away from you and pulling me close at the same time. At the edge of the berth. Your voice is hoarse, roughened, right in my ear, “Kneel”.
How your entry can be so rough and so gentle at the same time I don’t know, but it is. I brace against the wall, against your thrusts, hard and fast.
You stop yourself, an almost audibly painful effort, before you come, and lie back on the berth, pulling me back into your lap.
“Finish”, as you plunge deep, holding my hips, rising to meet me. I arch back, feeling my orgasm start low in my belly, it’s hard for me to keep control in this position.
You won’t let me go, driving up into me, over and over, all I can do is push against the low ceiling of the berth, pushing back into you, while it washes over me.
It’s over, as brutally fast as it began. I move to let you free, but you won’t let me, pulling me down to lie on your chest, your arms holding me tight. We stay like that a long time, your hand stroking my back.