“Are you sore?” he asked. “We didn’t really stop much last night.”
No, they’d taken each other, over and over. She moved her legs, felt the aches that reminded her of him. “A bit.”
He squeezed his eyes closed. “Take a bath and I’ll grab our clothes.” He leaned down and pressed a kiss to her forehead.“Plenty of time later for more of what I plan to do to that gorgeous body of yours.”
But it was already too late. She was sore, but desire was running hot in her veins again. She grabbed his arm to halt him. “I have another idea.”
He cocked his head. “What? You’re going to cook?”
She smiled. “No. Something I think you’ll enjoy a lot more.” She pushed forward, planted her hands on his chest, and pushed him onto his back. In one lithe move, she straddled his thighs.
His beautiful, thick cock was hard and straining upward against his ridged stomach. She bent down and licked at the head of his cock, loving the musky male taste of him.
His groan was long and loud. “Nissa…”
“Just close your eyes and let me say good morning.”
“No way am I closing my eyes. Watching you naked on top of me is a memory I’ll take to my grave. Right along with the one of you wrapping that sinful mouth of yours around me.”
She kept her eyes on his as she gripped his cock and lined it up. She sank down, feeling every inch of him stretch her sore tissues.
“Jesus, Nissa.” His hands gripped her hips. “You drive me crazy.”
And she did her best to do just that, riding them both to a hot, sweaty orgasm.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
Forty-eight minutes later, bathed and dressed, Nissa and Justyn hurried down the path leading to the Memory Keeper’s home. Nissa munched on a tart orange fruit while Justyn finished some sort of pastry he’d found in a basket in the cottage.
The Memory Keeper’s house was the same domed style as their cottage, but larger, with a second, adjoining dome at the back. Some sort of vine grew up the side of the white walls, and its door had been painted a bright, cheerful orange.
Nissa finished the last bite of her fruit and licked the juice off her fingers. “See, told you we’d make it on time.”
Justyn was staring at her mouth and fingers. “Stop that.”
Goddess, she couldn’t stop grinning this morning. “Stop what?” She sucked her index finger into her mouth.
He stepped close, gripping the nape of her neck. “How can I have had you so many times last night and come inside you only thirty minutes ago and still want you?”
She leaned into him. “I want you, too.”
Their kiss was slow and deep, but she felt the fire under it, simmering.
“You must be Justyn and Nissa.”
Nissa swallowed a squeak. Justyn turned them so she was tucked under his arm and they faced the newcomer.
He was…really old. She was used to people not showing their age. In charted space, it was easy enough—if you had enough e-creds—to have your wrinkles smoothed and your hair stimulated to always produce color.
This Hydraen man wore every single line on his long face like a badge of pride. He had a soft smile and deep-blue eyes many shades darker than his skin. His eyes twinkled with a spirit that was anything but old. He wore simple linen pants and a tunic with gold embroidery at the edges.
“I’m Tonald, Memory Keeper of Meni.”
“Justyn Phoenix and this is Captain Nissa Sander.”
Nissa nodded, trying not to be embarrassed that this man had caught them going at each other like old Earth rabbits. “A pleasure to meet you. Thank you for agreeing to see us.”
Tonald waved them inside. “I was intrigued by your story.”
