Page 4 of Space Balls: Houston, We Have Liftoff
I chuckle, covering the sigh of relief that escapes me.
“All right, enough chit-chat, old man.”
“Old man?”
She ignores me and finishes her drink, smacking her lips when she’s done. “All you need to know is I’m getting off tonight.” She drops her empty glass on the nearest table. “Whether I’m flying solo this mission, or you sack up and help a girl out, Iwillbe enjoying the surge of orgasm endorphins.” She raises a hand and waggles her fingers.
Once again, my mind stutters as I stare at her raised hand, my imagination running in a lot of dirty, depraved directions.
“Figure out which it’s gonna be, old man.” She finds the opening, parts the fabric once more, and disappears.
I feel oddly bereft at her sudden disappearance, like the lights just went out. There is something about this girl that draws you in. She’s magnetic.
However, as drawn to her as I am, for that very reason, her ducking behind the curtain without me could be the course correction I need. I could wander back to my table, have a few more drinks. Toast the happy couple and leave, just as I planned from the outset. All I have to do is walk away. Play it safe.
I toss back the rest of my drink, set my glass down next to hers, then square up to the curtains.
As an astronaut, when have I ever played it safe? Besides, I’ll just tell her I’m heading to Germany in two days for a spacewalk debriefing. It’s the truth. And hopefully that will stop any round two ideas in her head before they start.
Slipping through the fabric, it takes a minute for my eyes to adjust to the dimness. And then another for my brain to catch up with the sight before me.
There, against the wall, is Rose. A beam of light cuts across her body, illuminating her like a fairy in the moonlight.
A fairy with her hand between her legs.
The heavy fabric drapes swing into place behind me, cutting the noise of the wedding to a dull hum, allowing me to pick up on the whimpers and moans of the woman before me.
Her head is tilted back, her throat exposed once more as her breasts swell against her neckline, fighting their constraints. Her free hand holds her dress up to her hip, allowing her other to dip, swirl, and rub without impediment.
I’ve watched fiery flames of the sun’s corona lick across the Earth only to be plunged into total darkness while flying over seventeen thousand miles an hour in space with only a tether to keep me from spiraling out into the star-scattered abyss of the unknown. But this…thisis more beautiful than the glow of heat across our planet. And probably just as dangerous.
At her next whimper, I move forward. Her eyes flutter open at the scuff of my shoes across the floor.
A lazy smile lights her face before she closes her eyes once more. “You came.” Her voice is breathy, the hand between her legs never stopping.
“I will.” One of my hands cups her cheek, and I bend to touch my lips to hers, gentler and more loving than I meant. “But not before you.”
And then I do what any man would do before such a fairy. A siren. A harbinger of destruction.
I drop to my knees.
Two
One Giant Leap
Rose
I’mglad he waited until I managed to shimmy out of my Spanx before following me back here. ’Cause that would’ve just been awkward.
Focus. I settle back into the moment, concentrating on what my hand is doing to my clit. But my mindfulness falters when Bodie drops to his knees in front of me.
The light from the outside barn spotlight picks up on the satisfied gleam in his eyes and the flick of his tongue across his lips.
I nearly come.
“Show me.” His eyes are focused on my damp hand circling my clit.
Part of me is disappointed. I’ve been hoping to see what he could do. Wondering if he was all good looks and no sack skills, or if he’d live up to his dreamy potential like so few of them do.
