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CAIMBRIE

I gasped in surprise as Herod grabbed my hips and flipped me over so I was straddling him. I was dirty and exhausted, covered in sweat and whatever gore I had on me from the battle, but he didn’t seem to care. He was gazing up at me with such intense desire, I couldn’t look away.

His hands slid up under my shirt and pulled it off over my head, and then his hands were on my back as he pulled me down to him. My cringed as I lost my balance and almost fell forward, but he smiled up at me as he caught one of my heavy breasts in his mouth and ran his tongue over my nipple before scraping his teeth along the sensitive skin. Even the tiniest of touches from him sent shivers racing all through my body, and I felt myself growing moist between the legs.

He moved his hands, sliding them up under my breasts and squeezing gently while his mouth continued to work first one side then the other. My breaths were coming in short bursts, punctuated with moans and whimpers that I could hardly hold back.

Beneath me, I could feel him growing hard. I reached my own hand down and stroked him over his clothes. I could feel his hard shaft lengthening against my thigh, and I wrapped my fingers around it as I leaned forward to give him better access to my breasts. His mouth was wide open, sucking and licking, leaving tiny bite marks that made me tremble with anticipation.

I didn’t want to wait anymore. I sat back and freed my hands to pull off my pants. Herod watched, tracing his fingers down my sides and smiling serenely as I exposed myself to him. But I wasn’t done. I shifted between his legs, moving so that I could look up at him as I unzipped his pants and freed his cock. It was standing at attention for me, already glistening with moisture as he looked down at me.

I took his shaft in my hand and stroked slowly, moving forward just enough to extend my tongue and have a taste of him. He sighed, and I knew I was on the right track. He watched me curiously as I did it again, scooping up a tiny bit of his fluid on my tongue and swallowing it, my hand still sliding up and down in steady rhythm.

He was already so hard, I was afraid that he would explode before I got to have him. I took one more slow lick, and then moved to mount him. He took my hips firmly in his hands again, and guided me down onto him.

He pressed into me until I felt my ass resting on top of his thighs and he was filling me, and then he began to rock my hips back and forth, lifting me slightly with each movement so that I felt him sliding through me slowly draining all self-control from my body and leaving me with only the base instinct to continue moving with him, begging him not to stop.

With every movement, I could feel myself growing wetter, my juices dripping down onto his shaft and making a sticky sound every time my ass met his skin and lifted again. At first, I was embarrassed and disgusted, but Herod’s reaction was the exact opposite. He grew hungrier by the second, driving into my harder and harder and releasing his own soft groans as I soaked him. Seeing his eyes heavy with pleasure and hearing his sounds, my body relaxed, and I let myself flow with his thrusts, taking him in and breathing shallow breaths as he brought me ever closer to climax.

His speed increased and I was overcome with the unstoppable tsunami of sensation that was my orgasm. My body tightened reflexively, and I heard Herod gasp in surprise as another gush of warm fluid coursed down his cock. I was throbbing around him, begging him to fill me with his come. I had lost all sense of propriety and I was crying out for him, clutching at his arms as his hands still gripped my hips and rocked me back.

He made a sound and I felt him go rigid as he came. He held me tight, pressing me down onto his shaft as he gave me everything he had. Then, his fingers softened, and I slowly slid free of him, collapsing onto my side next to him. We were both panting audibly, our hair matted to our faces and our legs intertwined.

As the heat of the moment was swept away, a layer of goosebumps covered my flesh and I shivered, nuzzling closer to him. He turned and kissed me again, and we spent a long time tangled together, kissing over and over and not saying a word until the final tingles of our sex had dissipated. Then he led me into the washroom and turned on a hot shower for me.

“Get ready,” he instructed. “Your surprise will be close when you’re done.”

I kissed him on the cheek once more and did as I was told. Whatever this surprise was, I was more than ready to find out. And I was definitely ready for a shower.

Being back in the cramped washroom of Herod’s little ship, I thought mildly of my spacious suite aboard theTitaness. I was going to miss that ship.

I went about the difficult task of washing my hair and getting cleaned up, letting the hot water carry off the disgusting images I had faced aboard the Patrol’s abandoned ship. I felt a little guilty for having thrown myself so readily at Herod. Those other women were starving and in desperate need of help. I knew Tayla had it all under control, but I still felt like I should have done more. More to help them and more to thank her.

Maybe once Herod and I got settled in, he would let me help Tayla on future missions. I liked to think that I had something to offer, and I was feeling a bit more confident in my ability to run into danger these days, especially if I could have Herod by my side.

There was a tap on the door and I opened my eyes, realizing that the water was starting to run cold.

“Caimbrie? Are you ready?”

“Sorry. I’ll be right out!”

I shut off the shower and wrapped a towel around myself. My hair dripped cold down my back, but I swung the door open anyway to see Herod standing outside. He was dressed and almost looked like he’d had a shave. I was caught by this dazzling new version of him, all cleaned up and ready to whisk me away.

“Your clothes are on the bed. I’ll wait up front.”

I nodded, blushing as his eyes lingered on me walking past. Why did I feel shy around him now? After all he had seen of me today, there was hardly anything I could do to surprise him, I imagined. Still, it was impossible to ignore the wave of heat that passed between us when we were this close. I was afraid that if we stayed in proximity much longer, I might find myself writhing against his body again. It was imperative that I get dressed.

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