Page 8 of Captain's Companion

“Whatever I want,” he asked.

Before she answered, a beeping sounded. “Alarm off,” he growled. “I have to be on the bridge in thirty.”

“Oh,” she said remembering this was her job. “Do you want me to get out clothes for you?”

He pushed deep into her, watched her eyes go from professional to dazed. “No,” he said. “I want to stay inside you.”

“But if you have to be on the bridge,” she said tightening her legs around him.

“I’ve got a four hour shift,” he growled feeling like he’d die if he left her arms.

“Ulrik,” she whispered. “Do you have time for a quickie?”

He should say no. He should go in the bathroom to clean up and get dressed. His duty called. But her hand caressed his cheek, she looked at his lips, and licked her own lips. She bit her lip and he couldn’t have that. He kissed her, and his body started moving again.

The primal rhythm pounded through his blood and through his loins. He followed it. “Yes,” she encouraged him. He watched her, watched her breasts bounce as he slammed his body into hers. “Oh, right there. Oh, right like that.” He rubbed against her clit. She went from softly encouraging his motions to demanding. “Don’t stop,” she growled. He reached down pressed her clit. She shuddered beneath him, writhing as an orgasm ripped through her.

He dragged her partway off the bed, rammed his cock in and out. Instinct took over wiping his mind of everything but the need to mate, to claim his mate. She grabbed his shoulders as he bounced her up and down on his cock. Her breasts bounced and jumped until he sucked in one nipple. He stumbled towards the wall, pushed her hard against it, asserted his dominance of her.

“Ulrik,” she growled his name as he drove her hard and fast towards another orgasm. Her tone, her demand incited his need to prove himself worthy of her. Her channel clenched with another orgasm and he spilled into her, planting his seed.

He paused, hesitated for three seconds. “More,” he demanded. “I need more.”

“Yes,” she agreed trembling with the aftershocks of her orgasms. “Take me again.”

“Gwyn,” he growled her name as he continued to batter her channel with his rigid rod dipping deep into her core. Each thrust felt like he found home. Each movement aroused her towards another orgasm. Each sound she made urged him to perform more, to arouse her more, to take her more.

Gwyn lost herself in his movements, his arousal and need. She wanted him to continue until he felt completely satisfied. Each time her body reacted the way he needed it to, it spurred him to do more, to pleasure her more.

He wanted to hold on, to give her more, but his body needed a release. “Don’t hold back,” she demanded. “I’m… ooooohhhhh.” Her body clenched as he held deep in her core spewing his fire into her.

Gasping for air, he leaned hard against her. He didn’t remember moving them to the wall. She clung to him, gripped his shoulders tight. Another alarm sounded.

“What does that one mean,” she gasped out.

“I’ve got five minutes,” he grumbled after ordering it off.

Sighing, she started to wiggle down. He growled at her. He was home and didn’t want to leave her. “I’ll be in this room naked,” she said accepting his rule. “I won’t see anyone or go anywhere. I’ll wait for you here naked.”

Stepping back, he stared at her. “You look incredibly beautiful,” he said. He leaned back to her, pressed his lips to hers in a gentle kiss.

Forcing himself, he stepped back, nearly ran into the bed because he watched her. Gwyn waited until he stepped into the bathroom. She moved to the cupboards and found his clothes. Laying them out, she knew she’d get something wrong, but she’d learn his preferences. She smoothed out his shirt when his strong arm grabbed her. “You do not have to get my clothes,” he said. “I want to stay here. I want to lay you in the bed and take you until you forget your name and your job description.”

“I … I don’t mind laying out your clothes,” she said. “If you don’t want me to, I won’t.”

He didn’t want her to feel like a companion but that was exactly what she was. “We’ll talk about it, when I get back,” he said as he pulled on his pants and then his shirt.

“Before or after we have sex again,” she asked staring at his lips. She didn’t understand the craving she felt for him. None of her other clients made her feel this way.

“Before,” he growled. “Maybe.”

“Didn’t I satisfy you,” she asked frowning.

“Stars in the universe, yes,” he said.

She reached for him, ran her hand along his rigid cock. “You’re still as hard as you were before we had sex,” she said. The more she touched him the more she wanted him.

He grabbed her chin, kissed her thoroughly. “Do you know how many times I exploded in you,” he murmured. “This is Sinivite biology. Another thing we’ll talk about. You will be naked and wet.” She whimpered when he slid his finger into her channel. He waited for her to open her eyes before he licked his finger off. “Do whatever you want from now until sixteen hundred. I’m off for twenty four while we’re docked. I might let you up for food in that time.”

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