Page 64 of Space Cowgirl: Houston, All Systems Go
“So?” At my look she rolls her eyes. “Okay, Pollyanna, I’ll fix this.”
She leans across the dryer and pushes a button. A loud, high-pitched chime sounds and then the motor kicks on, the loud vibrations of the dryer echoing around the room.
“Better?” She brings her hand back to her waist, running it over the V of silk, rubbing in soft, gentle strokes.
All I manage is a grunt.
“Am I going to play with my cookie all by myself?” Her knowing smirk gets bigger. “Or are you gonna help a girl out?”
There’s really no question about what’s about to happen, which Jules knows, as evidenced by the pole I’m sporting that’s trying to pierce through my jeans. But I can’t give in that easily. Jules likes a challenge.
“I think I’ll help... myself.” My belt buckle jingles as I unhook it, barely audible with the knocking of the dryer.
Jules’ hands freeze on her body as she watches me push my jeans down, just enough for my dick to spring free. “Hearts.”
“Hmm?” I follow her gaze to where my white boxers with pink hearts are visible, tucked under my dick. They aren’t the most masculine, but the heat in Jules’ eyes tells me they get her hot all the same.
I grab myself, my hand tightening as I pump once, twice. Jules, still in a stupor, watches me, eyes glued to my hand.
“I thought you wanted to play with your cookie?”
Not moving her eyes from my hand, Jules slides one of hers under the edge of her panties, a strip of dark, springy curls now visible. I can tell when she hits her spot, as her eyes flutter and she fights to keep them open on me. I act like I’m teasing her, with slow, easy pumps, but really I’m trying to pace myself.
Her other hand snakes back under her tank, the motions making it evident that she isn’t just fondling her breast, she’s pinching her nipple.
The moan that escapes her this time is even louder than the one before. It echoes over the noise of the dryer, but I don’t care anymore. Sunlight streams through the window, paper rustles in the fan’s breeze and construction workers are only steps away, but nothing matters except this woman in front of me.
“Holt.” On my name her fingers move faster beneath her panties and her eyes finally close. I grab my dick harder, almost painfully so, reminding myself not to lose control.
“Faster, space cadet.”
“Ahhh, fuck…” I’m not sure if it’s my command that sets her off, or if she was already close, but her body locks, the hand at her breast squeezes, the one at her pussy moving in slower, jerky motions as she rides out her climax. The soft sob she makes as she crests the peak and crashes has me closing the distance between us, placing one foot on the jeans around her legs and lifting her up under her arms. Her ankles, now free from the denim, wrap around me and I propel us both to the dryer.
“I’m going to fuck you so hard.”
“Please, please, please…” She’s still riding her pleasure, her eyes closed.
In a move that surprises even myself, I rip the thong off her body, jolting Jules’ eyes open. “Holt—”
I thrust inside.
“Fuck!” Jules screams, head thrown back.
I don’t wait for her to adjust or catch up. I pound.
Each hand grips a fistful of her delectable heart-shaped ass and I hold her to the vibrations beneath her while I unleash a need I never knew I was capable of.
“Oh. My. God.” Each word is punctuated by a thrust. Jules’ hands dig into my shoulders, trying to find purchase. “Oh. My. Fuck. Ing. God.”
I’m lost, unable to speak, just emitting grunts and forcing myself to go harder and harder. I pull slightly, spreading her ass cheeks, finding more room to pound into. The motion must also settle her more fully against the vibrating metal because all of a sudden Jules locks down on me, her inner muscles like a vise holding me in place as she comes, drawing my own orgasm to its head.
“FUUUUUCK!” My roar tears from my throat as pleasure pulses under my skin, warmth spreading down my spine. But I can’t stop moving. My hips swivel once, twice, three times until the pleasure borders on pain, my dick over-sensitized and spent.
Three more chimes ring out and the dryer stops. All that’s left is the small buzz of the fan and our heavy breaths. The smell of sex is sharp and my dick continues to twitch inside her.
Jules, draped languidly over me, murmurs incoherently, and every so often she shivers with a climax aftershock.
In the window, I catch a partial reflection of myself—still dressed, fully seated inside a woman, while the workday whiles on. And it isn’t just any woman. From the moment I saw Jules floating through space all those months ago, my life has changed in ways I never thought it could. Never thought I’d want.
