Page 7 of Prospecting

“Tell me what you want,” he said. His tongue slid across her, delighting her, arousing her higher, faster. She moaned, said nothing but pumped against him. Spreading her folds, he delved deeper, tasted more of her. He knew her, she was imprinted on his memory, on his soul. He understood what she liked and wanted to give her more of it.

“Cade,” she demanded, her voice husky and harsh. He loved how she said his name.

“Tell me what you want,” he said again, leveraging himself against her, rubbing his aching, desperate cock against her.

“Inside me,” she mumbled, barely coherent. He went down with his tongue, tasted her again, teased. “No.” Impatience added an edge to her tone. She reached for him, grabbed his cock and pulled it closer to her.

“This,” he said. “You want this inside you.”

“Now,” she demanded.

Struggling to keep control, he slipped the tip into her, waited until she reacted. She growled, wiggled closer and pushed him further in. “More,” he murmured keeping his cock just on the edge of her folds.

“Yes,” she said.

Slipping slowly in, he closed his eyes and hoped he controlled his reaction to her. He already felt his mind shifting from lucid to mating. He felt overwhelmed by the scent of her, the feel of her, the heat surrounding him.

“Cade,” she exclaimed as her channel clenched his rigid cock, he came, spewing into her, burning a path straight to her womb. She bucked, held his hips to hers with her legs.

Relief lasted a moment until she sighed again, gasping satisfaction as her orgasm pulled in his semen. His cock roared, demanded action. Looming over her, he growled, “I need you.”

“Take me,” she said looking deep into his eyes. “Take me and satisfy your needs.”

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Cade smelled his own odor and was disgusted. His hand rested on her shapely butt, she lay on her stomach. Her bum covered in love bites. He remembered making each one, remembered being inside her as she screamed through orgasm after orgasm. Vaguely he remembered stopping, holding her tight on his cock, while she slept. He’d done it often, he thought.

The sheets beneath him smelled. The blankets smelled. How long had they been at it? “Computer, date time and location,” he murmured.

The computer read out the information. Cade sat up. He didn’t remember eating or drinking. Seven days. Seven days of erotic, passionate, mind blowing sex. But had they eaten? They certainly hadn’t showered.

He checked her. He didn’t want to wake her, but he needed to know if she was all right. Gently, with great care, he turned her. “Sleeping,” she grumbled.

“Sheridan,” he murmured.

“Cade, I’m too tired for more,” she said. “Go find a bot.”

He laughed, hugged her close.

“Better yet, go take a shower,” Sheridan said pushing against him. “Oh... I need one too.”

“Do you remember all we did,” he asked.

“I remember you making me scream,” she said smiling. “In the best of ways. I remember you eating stew off my belly and something sticky off my breasts.”

“Ice cream,” he remembered. “Do you hurt anywhere?”

“I’m tired,” she grumbled. “I want a shower and sleep.”

“I’ll carry you,” he said.

“I can walk,” she said pushing away from him. Sitting up she swayed, he put out a hand to steady her. “Why aren’t you hard as a rock?”

“Don’t worry,” he said. “I will be soon.”

“Gimme a t-shirt,” she said but she smiled thinking of how often he gave her orgasms.

“Let me give you a ride,” he said raising his eyebrows to tease her.

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