Page 99 of Stars in Nova

Until he couldn’t any longer.

With a roar, he knifed up, lifted her by the waist, and set her down, thrusting deep in her as she descended.

Letting go of her hips, he banded an arm across her back as she bucked, out of control on his cock, her pussy once more sucking at him, rippling, working his base when he bottomed out.

His mouth found her nipples again, his heated lips and tongue lashing her peaks.

His other hand slid between them, where he flicked her clit, and she screamed.

On and on, they undulated till, with a unified groan, they both came hard and fast. Chasing every cresting wave of pleasure until finally, they slumped in each other’s arms, spent.

‘Where did you learn to make love to a woman like that?’ Samira whispered minutes later as he cleaned her and returned to the bed to envelop her in his embrace.

He paused and gave her a pointed look. ‘I’ve slept with women, but I’ve never made love to one. Until now.’

She took an inhale at his words. ‘You have a way of eliciting the most cherished feeling. Like I’m the only woman you’ve ever undone.’

He smiled, a lazy grin, as he trailed a finger down her arm and cupped her tit. ‘I mean it. Ever since -,’ he faltered for a beat, ‘my transformation, I’ve never allowed myself pleasure. Until now. You have a way of making me believe that perhaps I deserve it.’

‘That’s because you do, Rider.’

He took an inhale, nostrils flaring. ‘Let’s see if you say the same after all is said and done.’

Then he kissed her, muffling her protest with his brand of heated passion.

Much later, the muted sound of water running woke him from a post-coital nap.

He tagged her voice, singing in the compact shower.

Steam wafted through the air, curling in lazy tendrils as he slid the door open with a smile and joined her.

The warm spray was a welcome balm, cascading over taut muscles and washing away the fatigue of endless loving and sweaty sex.

Samira’s laughter—subdued, rich—echoed through the walls of the Cephei as she splashed him in a moment of levity.

‘You’re an untamed soul, ay?’ he observed as he ducked from her fluidic attack.

‘Haven’t been this buck wild for a long time,’ she said, her eyes widening as if her words surprised her.

Her face softened, and she reached for his jawline. ‘Funny that, since we’ve been together, I’ve found more reasons to smile other than my kids.’

His heart convulsed.

Fokkwas so gone for her. He breathed her in, loving the softness of her skin and the way she made his soul fly.

He let her know it, pouring his all into making her soar into her bliss again.

After another long, slow, delicious session of lovemaking and a leisurely shower in each other’s arms, with Kisan soaping her body and her returning the favor, they dressed.

In the galley, they prepped breakfast, with Kisan re-hydrating rations of eggs and toast that were almost as scrumptious as the real thing.

‘With a dash of pepper and a tab of butter, you won’t know the difference,’ Kisan rasped as he pushed a plate to her.

He was right, and Samira moaned as she dug into the flavorsome fare.

‘Stop,’ he growled in warning.

‘Or what?’ she dared him.

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