“Do not play with my heart, Thruster. You almost died for me up there.”
"You're special. You have the skills we need to get off this planet."
“So stay alive because I need you, and they need me.” Kelta crosses her arms beneath me and lifts her nose. “The deal goes both ways.”
She’s feisty, and I like it. “Come on, you’re not that mad are you?”
Kelta steals a sidelong glance up at me, her pretty brown eyes finding mine. When her pussy tightens around my cock, I know she’s not really upset.
I nibble her ear. The sweet taste of her skin ignites a need for more and makes me flex inside of her.
Kelta unlaces her arms and braces my sides with a pant.
“Didn’t think so,” I tease.
Then, to my surprise, she hugs me close and starts to cry.
I stop and slide my arms around her. “Kelta, what’s wrong?”
“Nothing.” She sniffles and wipes her face dry with a hand.
"We don't have to do this if you don't want to," I offer.
“No, I’m okay. It’s just…emotional release.” She sniffles again and seems to find peace. “So much has happened—and changed. I don’t think I could’ve done it without your perky, sunshiny ass keeping me focused.”
I have never been valued for much other than my skills in the sky. But Kelta has given me a new sense of importance for simply existing. I don’t know what to say. So I say the only thing that comes to mind. “I love you.”
