“I love it,” she said, hands clasped and eyes wide. “The more time in the antigrav, the better as far as I’m concerned. It’s like flying and a perfect end to a special evening.”
Verlaine acted excited and happy as well, limbs splayed, tongue lolling in midair, tail wagging. Trevor felt conspicuous riding a crew gravtube in his fancy suit rather than a uniform or casual off duty clothes but no one they met commented and his human and Tajikka companions were happy.
When they arrived at Gianna’s cabin, she invited him in for a quick nightcap and after a bit of an internal struggle, he gave in because the more time he could spend with her, the better in his opinion.
“Do you mind if I change?” she asked. “While you make us something to drink?”
Swallowing hard, he told himself she most likely didn’t mean anything more than a companionable chat to compare the events of the day and perhaps discuss the plan for tomorrow. He went to the bar and mixed two solar flare specials, not the most intoxicating drinks but packing a mild punch.
Verlaine sat in the middle of the cabin as if he couldn’t decide which of the humans needed his help more at the moment.
6
Gianna leaned on the counter in her bathroom and stared at herself in the mirror. What are you doing? Are you sure? What if he’s not interested? Fluffing her curls, which had gotten disarrayed when she took off her dress, she shook her head at her own hesitation. Yeah, he was fully on board with the kiss in the observatory. Smoothing her black lace nightgown, she pulled on the matching jade green and black lace robe, belted it loosely and headed for the main room.
Trevor’s expression as she walked in was priceless and reassuring for her plan of action for the rest of the evening. His eyes got wide and his smile was intoxicating, if slightly stunned. Gianna walked over to take the drink he’d made, swirling the ice cubes a bit. “And this is?”
Swallowing hard, he seemed to have a hard time focusing on the question, staring at the drink wide eyed as if he’d never seen it before. “A solar flare special.”
“I’ve heard of those.” She took a sip and set the glass aside. “Tastes good but I was thinking we could indulge in a different kind of activity to cap the evening, if you’re in the mood?”
For answer, he rose from the couch and took her in his arms, holding her against his body, where the steel hard rod of his cock made his mood indisputably obvious. Trevor kissed her, starting out gentle as he’d done earlier and then amping up the heat, exploring her mouth avidly, as if she was the best thing he’d ever tasted. He loosened the tie to her robe and Gianna allowed it to slip off her shoulders, falling to the floor with a soft swishing sound.
Breaking off the kiss, he picked her up and headed toward the bedroom, taking a detour around Verlaine, who’d lowered his head to rest on his paws, ready for a nap, uninterested in what the humans were going to do next.
“He doesn’t have to be in the room with you at all times, does he?” Trevor asked with a chuckle as he checked on the pet. “I might feel inhibited.”
“We can’t have that.” She toyed with the fastenings of his shirt. “No, Verlaine will be fine right where he is, as long as I’m happy and satisfied.”
“I can handle those conditions.” Trevor kissed her again and they kept going. He laid her on the bed and stepped back, looking at her in the soft light. “You’re so beautiful, a work of art in your own right.”
She cupped her breasts in their black lace covering suggestively with her hands, watching how avidly he stared at her. “Art needs to be appreciated properly.”
Without another word, he toed off his shoes, stripped out of his shirt and pants and came onto the bed in his briefs, which struggled to contain his erection. Gianna reached out to fondle the impressive bulge with one hand, drawing him closer with the other. “I’ve wanted to do this since the first night we met. You had a huge impact on me, Lt. Hanson.” She drank in the view she had of his sculpted muscles, flat stomach and the enticing trail of hair leading to the rest of his generous physical endowments.
“Likewise.” He gathered her close, his voice warm and a bit hoarse with emotion.
Trevor had a warm, spicy scent tonight, a hint of an expensive aftershave, layered over the pleasant male musk that was his. Her senses were enhanced by her emotions and she breathed deeply, loving the extra stimulus.
As she slipped her hand under the waistband of his briefs, grasping his arousal and stroking hard, he slid his hand under the lace to fondle her breast, thumbing the nipple gently for a moment before lowering his head to taste. Gianna stroked her free hand over his shoulders and down the curve of his spine to his muscular butt. “I’m not a sculptor,” she said in little gasps as he kneaded and suckled, savoring the intimacy of their embrace, “But I have to admit your body could tempt me to learn.”
Now he lowered the strap on the other side of her nightgown so he could have free rein to caress both breasts, alternating his attention between them, to her pleasurable benefit. With one hand he explored the folds at the vee of her thighs, stimulating the tiny hidden bundle of nerves skillfully. Between his relentless attention to her sensitive nipples and her clit, he brought her to a shattering climax in fairly short order, watching with heavy lidded appreciation as she arched her back and moaned in the throes of the best damn orgasm she’d ever had. When she reached for him, wanting so much more connection between them, he shook his head. “I didn’t bring any protection. I’m clean, we get tested for everything regularly but—”
“I’m current on my inject,” she said impatiently, using the element of surprise to pull him off balance, bringing his hard body to lie on top of her, with the tip of his cock resting against her aching folds . “And also recently tested for my annual physical. Can we stop talking now?”
Not being a man of too many words, it appeared, Trevor removed the briefs and then took possession of her mouth again as he guided himself inside her, stretching and filling her in the best possible ways. Gianna clenched her inner walls to stimulate him to further efforts, rocking her hips in time with his thrusts. She’d gotten slick and greedy for him while she was undressing and donning her new, sexy nightgown, anticipating his reaction. She might even have touched herself a little, in preparation for what she hoped would be hot sex, but then, once he got naked, the visuals sent her arousal off the charts and now the sensation of his body locked to hers made her frantic with need and desire. She might be sore later because it had been so long since she’d been with anyone, and Trevor’s girth and length were on a scale with the rest of his impressive body, but any future discomfort was well worth the enjoyment now.
He was thrusting with powerful strokes, sheathing himself deep inside her, exactly where she wanted him, satisfying her craving for closeness and intimacy with this man who affected her in so many ways. Trevor held her close and safe, murmuring endearments, dropping tiny caresses on her skin as he worked to bring them both higher and higher. She closed her eyes and gave herself over to the sensations, clinging to him, doing her best to ensure he was taking pleasure as well as giving it so generously. Startling herself with an involuntary, sensuous moan, Gianna was rocked by the intensity of her climax and rode the energy. Breathing her name over and over like a chant, Trevor gave one final effort and went over the edge himself, the intensity of his release taking her own to a new level, generating a second orgasm equal to the first.