Page 48 of Space Cowgirl: Houston, All Systems Go
“What is ‘a while’?”
He mumbles.
“What?”
“A little over a year.”
Holy shit.“Holy shit.”
“Yeah, I know.” His eyes are cast down again, and his flag is starting to waver. I can’t have that. Shaking off the shock, I attack the problem at hand. Literally.
Holt grunts when I grab his dick. “And in all this time, have you been a good boy and gone to the doctor?” I ask while stroking him.
“Uh, yes.” His hips start moving in time with my hand, helping my palm fuck him. God, he is so hot.
“And I’m hoping you had a complete clean bill of health?”
“Mmm-hmmm.”
I drop my hand. “This is serious, Holt. You clean?”
He blinks a few times, focusing on my eyes. “Yes, ma’am. Clean as a whistle.”
“I do love to blow a good whistle, but I think I’ve waited long enough, don’t you?”
And with that I pull him back down on me and roll until he’s beneath me. I slide my knees under me and line up his beautiful cock to my opening, sliding his hardness back and forth around my opening and over my clit, letting my desire spread over him.
“Jules, what about the condom?” His eyes are closed and even though I can tell that he is really hard up for this, it warms my heart that he still cares, that he is still a good guy trying to do the right thing.
“I get a government mandated physical before every launch. And I haven’t been with anyone since.” I tap the top of his dick against my clit a few times, just to tease. Me or him, I’m not sure. “And I have an IUD.”
With that, I fit him where we both need him to be and slide down, having to lift up and sink down part of the way just to accommodate his size. When my ass finally rests on the top of his thighs and I’m fully seated, we both groan.
Before I can start to move, Holt’s hand lands hard and swift on my ass cheek. “Giddy-up, cowgirl.”
It’s sort of embarrassing that a swift spank and his voice ordering me around is all it takes. Well, that and the flagpole I’m impaled on. But still. I come all over his cock.
Holt, however, doesn’t seem to mind.
“Fuck, yes. Jesus.” His large hands each grab a handful of my ass and slam me up and down over him as my walls contract around his dick as my second orgasm heats and smooths the way for the aggressive pounding he gives me.
Holt tops from the bottom and it’s about as gentle as riding a mechanical bull naked, but ten times more fun.
Another wave of pleasure hits me and I can’t tell if this is the longest climax ever or if I’ve started coming all over again. Either way, I win.
Holt slams me down one last time, groaning as he stills beneath me. I swivel my hips in a circle, drawing out our pleasure. When the last currents of heat lick through our bodies, I fall forward over him, my head resting beside his. We lie like this until our panting slows and the world comes back to me.
There is a moment after launch, after your spine has been fused to your seat from the combined force of the main engines, rocket boosters and the seemingly endless pressure of three Gs, after the external booster peels off with a bang and you’re finally through the slipstream. In this moment, all pressure vanishes. Your limbs float freely, your hair drifts like a mermaid’s in water and the silence of space surrounds you with a haunting beauty. In this one moment, before the coms come to life demanding an update on your status, your heart and mind feel just as free as your body experiencing the wonder of zero gravity for the first time.
It’s glorious.
I’ve never felt anything even remotely close to that beauty until Holt’s arms wrap around me.
I could stay like this all night, which would be a first for me. I’m more of a love ’em and leave ’em type. But the mess quickly accumulating between our ugly bits is going to make things awkward in a minute.
Finding his hard chest with my palms, I push up, fully prepared to make some remark about taming his wild bronco or some such nonsense that would ease the tension I’m feeling, when I catch the look in his eyes.
His eyes are dark, intent and laser-focused on my own. I need to know what he’s thinking at this moment, yet it utterly terrifies me at the same time. Which is ridiculous. I don’t do scared.
