He caresses my neck. “I just hope he has a fun time. These are good experiences to have,” I say.
Nodding, he says, “I swear, sometimes it feels like time has gone by so fast.”
I curl against him. “It has,” I say, wistfully thinking about all we’ve been through together.
There was Avalon, of course. Then there was Dax’s birth. We had no money, but we got through that tough period by sticking by one another.
Five years ago, there was an announcement by the President. We were to engage in four different planetary invasions, a series strategic strikes by Earth Federation to claim new territory and begin galactic expansion.
That was a hard pill to swallow. It brought back some old memories. But we got through that, too.
I signed up for the VA. I wanted to help others like me.
We’ve been through more than most couples, but life is inherently complex for every individual. It doesn’t matter what time period you’re from. We all feel the need to grow.
It helps that I have Turin. I don’t know what I’d do without him.
He carries me toward a chair in the living room. Yes, the same living room with giant windows.
Carefully, he sets me onto my feet. “Take off your dress,” he says.
I glance over at the windows. A neighbor drives through our street. About a block away, a couple is walking their dog. Is he out of his mind?
“There are people everywhere,” I say.
He steps forward. His body is so much taller than mine, so muscular and solid it casts a shadow over me. “Do what I say.”
My pulse races. I shouldn’t be entertaining this idea. Our neighbors really respect us. But it’s been a while since I’ve felt like this.
I crave the rush of risk.
Gently, I slide the dress off my shoulders. It falls to the floor, revealing my panties and bra.
I curl my toes, waiting for his next command, but he says nothing. He nudges his nose forward and smells me. Within seconds, his cock is probing my inner thigh.
A flood of warmth flows through my pelvis, an overwhelming feeling that it would be a mistake to deny myself of him.
His fingers graze my panty line. He drags two fingers, tracing an outline over the soft fabric until my body drips wet.
Hurriedly, he slides the cotton past my hips. A chill rushes my body as he spreads my lips apart.
He slaps my pussy with his shaft.
“You’re so wet for me,” he says.
I reach down and feel his cock. The hot bone throbs inside my palm, both soft and impossibly hard. I stroke him, and his balls rise.
“Yes, baby,” he moans. “Just like that.”
Falling back into the chair, Turin spreads his legs and waits for me to serve him like a king. I lower to my knees, and lick up his taint, tonguing over his strong masculine balls. They compact as his shaft grows against my cheek, dripping soft beads of lubricant from his crown.
I breathe out and roll my eyes to face his. Opening my mouth wide, I take all of him. Every inch swallowed with ease.
Twelve years of practice allows me to hold him inside until he’s tapping and bucking to get away from me. “Stop, I’ll come,” he roars.
Smiling, I smear my saliva around his thick flesh. I slide both palms around him and pump.
Groaning, he grabs my wrists and leans forward. “You’re too sexy, you know that?”