The slap of flesh against flesh melded with her husky cries and his groans. He slipped a hand down until he found the tiny, slick nub between her thighs and worked it with his thumb.
“Justyn. Please…fuck me.”
He surged to his feet, using his arms to hold her in place, his cock still lodged deep inside her. It was only three steps to the bed. He pushed her down on her hands and knees and then hammered into her.
She reared back, and one second later was screaming her climax. Two more pumps and Justyn drove himself to the root and unloaded his release inside her. Her slick channel clamped around him, milking every last drop from him.
When he collapsed on the bed, he at least had enough sense left to fall to the side and tug her with him.
Their chests were heaving, sweat gluing their damp skin together.
“That was…” Nissa couldn’t seem to find any words.
“Mind-blowing? Incredible? Out-of-the-galaxy amazing?”
She giggled. “All of the above.”
He pulled her closer, burying his face against her neck. A giggle. From Captain Nissa Sander. Damn if he didn’t feel like he’d won the Galactic Lottery. “Well, I think it’s time I show you how good round two will be.”
She looked over her shoulder at him, eyes wide. “You’re ready again? So soon?”
“Well, that’s a challenge if I’ve ever heard one.” He rolled her beneath him and before she could say another word, he slid inside her.
A choked cry caught in her throat and her eyes closed. “Okay, Phoenix. Do your worst.”
“Nissa?Sweetheart? Time to get that fine ass of yours out of bed.”
Nissa buried herself deeper under the covers and ignored the voice buzzing at her like an annoying Wylda fly. She was tired. And sore. She wanted to sleep. Her alarm hadn’t gone off, so her duty shift couldn’t have started yet.
A hand snaked under the covers and tweaked her nipple.
She yelped and opened her eyes.
Justyn stood beside the bed, completely and unapologetically naked, the morning sun streaming in and outlining every inch of him.
Every inch.
Eyeing his already hardening cock, she remembered just how well he’d used it last night. They hadn’t slept until the earlyhours, and by then she’d lost count of how many times she’d orgasmed.
She sat up, licking her lips.
He groaned. “No. Don’t do that. Every time you look at my cock and lick your lips, my brain short circuits.” He shook his head. “We have a meeting with the Memory Keeper in less than an hour. We have to bathe, and dress, and I’m going to make you breakfast.”
“You cook?” she asked.
He wrinkled his nose. “Not really. Dare refuses to call it cooking, but I want to try.”
That he wanted to try, for her, made her heart go soft. She looked around, even though her eyes very much wanted to keep looking at every glorious muscle on his body. “How are we going to get dressed? Our clothes are outside.” She felt a rush of heat to her cheeks. Goddess, they’d stripped each other naked outside, in full view of anyone who could have been walking past.
A comical look crossed his face. “Shit. Now I’ll have to go get them…naked.”
She laughed. Being with him made her feel so damned light and good. She sat up straighter, the sheet falling away from her. His gaze zeroed in on her chest, his eyes glazing over.
“How long until our meeting?” she asked, voice husky.
“Fifty minutes.” He placed one knee on the bed. “We can’t be late, it’d be rude. Right?”
“Right.” She stared at that hard cock only inches away from her.
