Total pages in book: 149
Estimated words: 135784 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 679(@200wpm)___ 543(@250wpm)___ 453(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 135784 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 679(@200wpm)___ 543(@250wpm)___ 453(@300wpm)
"My girl," he growls. "My Sophie. My fierce, beautiful girl."
He hammers into me with hard, wrecking thrusts that shake the bed and make my breasts bounce. It feels incredible, and I'm whimpering with pleasure as he fucks me into the mattress, my channel clenching tight around him as my release creeps up on me. His spur rubs against my clit relentlessly, and before I know it, I'm tightening with that all-over sensation that tells me that I'm about to come, and come hard. I dig my fingers into my thighs, holding them pressed to my chest as Jerrok pounds into me. It's. So. Good.
Jerrok shifts his weight again, one hand sliding under my ass and lifting my hips ever so slightly. I'm puzzled as to what he's doing—but then he pushes deep again and it hits the spot inside me that feels like magic. My legs jerk, I make a sound that's totally incoherent, and then I'm coming, my body clenching tight around his cock as a hard, delicious release roars through me. Jerrok continues to pound into me with fierce strokes, until I fall back, limp, against the mattress. Only then does he give in to his own release, dragging my hips down against him hard as he uses my spent body.
I'm smiling as he collapses on top of me, and my arms go around his neck. "Love you," I murmur, practically humming with contentment from every pore.
"Love…you…too…" he pants, and I wiggle underneath him, because I love how worn out he is. "I didn't hurt you, did I?"
I snort. "Never." Even if his fingers dug in a little tight when he came, I loved it because I love watching him lose control. "You feel wonderful."
"So you enjoy being crushed underneath me?" He braces his weight on his elbows, lifting off me just a bit, and then begins to nibble at my jaw and throat. I'm one of the luckiest women in the universe that Jerrok is a cuddler. He loves to touch and kiss and caress after sex…which usually turns into more sex, but I don't mind in the slightest.
I just hold him closer. "You never crush me. I like the way it feels."
Because it feels like home.
Epilogue
Sixteen Months Later
SOPHIE
I press my toes against the cool edges of the new tub, enjoying my soak. How did we survive with only a shower for so long when there are tubs in the universe? I sigh happily, my chin sinking into the fragrant bubbles. They're not as foamy as a bubble bath would be back on Earth, but I've found a soap mixture that does the job reasonably well and smells like exotic flowers. It's utterly delicious and perfect to soothe sore muscles…especially the ones in my butt. I've been on a cleaning tear for the last two days, and my legs are suffering because of it.
The floors of the station sure look nice, though.
The comm in the wall chirps. "Bethiah will be here in a half hour, love." Jerrok's deep, delicious voice makes a shiver run through me, even after all this time. "Will you be ready?"
"I'm getting out of the tub," I call to him. "Right now."
"You need help drying off?"
"No, because we both know you just want an excuse to put your hands on me," I tease, pushing the “drain water” button with my toe.
"Why is that a problem?"
"I love you," I tell him, shaking my head even as I sit up in the bathtub. "I'll be out in a minute."
"Love you, too." He chuckles as he turns off the comm.
I smile as I get to my feet and dry off, toweling water from my hair. It's been a while since we've seen anyone. Things have been quiet on this end of space, and even the pirates that drift in with salvage from time to time have been few and far between. Jerrok says it's because of the position of the asteroid belt to the nearest planets. The asteroid belt stays stationary, but the planets have drifted farther away from us, taking a lot of the traffic with them. The nearest planet will move closer again in about two years, but Jerrok's not worried. He's more than ready for quiet time, he tells me. As if it's not quiet all the time already.
I touch my stomach thoughtfully. Maybe Jerrok meant something else. Maybe the lull in traffic would be a good time to raise a baby. It's something we've talked about recently. Neither one of us is ready to be a parent, but maybe in the future, with several quiet years ahead of us…it wouldn't be the worst idea.
We'll have to talk about it again.
For now, though, I need to dress and get the place ready for our visitor. I pull on a shift dress and a pair of sandals I made for myself with ribbon and some leather (and a bit of stubbornness) since a lot of the stuff we run across isn't human sized. I tie my damp hair into a loose braid and then make my way to the terrarium.