Page 17 of Captain's Companion

She sucked his cock in, slipped down, sucked hard and cupped his balls to gently squeeze. “AAAARRRRR,” he bellowed as he spewed his juices into her willing mouth. She took him in, all of him, swallowing as he jerked into her.

When she raised her head, she smiled, closed his pants, and said, “Lift continue.”

He held her tight against him. His cock felt better. He felt better. “Thank you,” he muttered in her hair.

“You like pleasing me,” she said tipping her head back to meet his eyes.

“Yes,” he said. “I should have…”

“I like pleasing you,” she said blushing slightly when she did. “I’ll happily do that in public or anywhere you want.”

“I enjoyed it thoroughly,” he said.

“Are you sure because little Ulrik is still pretty damn big,” she said looked at his bulging pants.

“I did,” he said. “It’s you. You exist so I’m rock hard.”

“When do you have to go back to work,” she asked frowning a little.

“I’ve got thirty six off,” he said.

“Do you think if we have sex for the next thirty six hours, he’ll be less demanding,” she asked.

“Maybe,” he said bending down to kiss her. “Until I get one look at you.”

“I have a blindfold in my equipment,” she said.

“It won’t matter,” he said. “I know you exist.”

The lift door opened on their level.“Don’t tell me,” she said. “I want to figure this out.”

Laughing he said, “But I want you naked.”

“You can wait,” she said stepping out of the lift.She looked at the markings on the wall.

“You better be a quick study,” he growled.

“This way,” she said pointing to the left.

“Yes,” he said relieved she figured it out.

“And that brings us to this intersection,” Gwyn glanced over her shoulder at him. She tapped her lips, grinned. “Maybe I’m lost.”

“Gwyn,” he growled grabbing her hips and dragging her against him. “Tell me which way or I’ll…”

Gwyn rubbed her back against his bulging pants. “Is it right or left,” she teased.

“Throw you over my shoulder,” he growled.

She turned in his arms, kissed him and stepped back. “It’s this way,” she said. She started to go to the right, grinned as he groaned. “No? Are you sure?” She turned left and led him right to his door. “Did I get it right,” she said.

“Gods in all the heavens, yes,” Ulrik picked her up and stepped into his ready room. She wrapped her arms and legs around him.

“He’s poking me,” she giggled. “You should let him out to play.”

He carried her over the threshold to the lounge and stopped. A tray of food sat on the table. “Food,” he grumbled.

“Later,” she said. “I know he said but later.”

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