Jewel (9 page)

He caressed her again, his thumb riding more smoothly as it
smeared her cream across her outer lips. He breathed on her again and she
trembled so intensely she thought she might come right then. This was what her
girlfriends had told her about. This was the path to the orgasm that had been
interrupted in their first coupling. It was one of the things she used to
imagine when she dreamed of Kole. Him, kneeling before her like this, gently
baring her pussy and then carefully, deliberately explore the gifts she’d saved
just for him.

Except this wasn’t Kole. He was never going to discover her
treasures. This was Erik—Erik who had reached out to her in his pain over
losing his home world. Erik who was showing her now how much he truly
cared—that her pleasure would come first, that he wanted to make her come as
much as he wanted to orgasm.

She clumsily stroked his cheek as he softly blew across her
lips again. “Oh, Stars,” she whispered. “That feels so—”

Erik’s thumb gently split her lips apart as he continued to
caress her, his rough callouses deliciously torturing her silky flesh. Her
breath hitched in her chest as a delirious feeling of helpless anticipation
welled up inside her. No one had ever touched her like this before. Sure, Erik
had tried to in the shower, but that had been from behind with a furious
urgency that made everything feel rushed. No one had ever been permitted to
take the time to make her blood surge and her heart soar.

The cold air continued to raise goose flesh on her skin,
hardening her nipples and chilling her to the bone. Yet at the same time, in
total contradiction, her internal heat skyrocketed, fighting against the frigid
temperature as her excitement edged up with each stroke of Erik’s thumb.

His lips closed over her clitoris, warming this most
important nub of flesh, restoring it to life after its exposure to the frozen
air. He stroked the tip where it peaked out of its sheath and her whole body
trembled with something very different than the cold.

He sucked gently as his thumb continued to stroke between
her labia. Her heart pounded with exhilaration. Her hips began to gyrate,
pressing up against him and settling back again in an almost circular movement
as she chased his thumb and gloried in the warmth of his mouth and his
oh-so-nimble tongue.

A jolt of ecstatic pleasure spiked past her mounting
excitement, forcing her hips to buck her pussy up against him. Erik glanced up
at her, eyes smiling with delight. He reached up the inside of her pussy with
his fingers to press along the top of her vagina, beneath the spot he was
sucking so hard and rhythmically upon.

Her whole body lurched and she violently banged her head
against the crate on which she was laying. Her feet fought for traction on the
other edge of the container, shoving her hips hard into the air, thrusting her
clitoris more firmly into Erik’s mouth. At the same time she grabbed Erik’s
head and wrenched it down against her just as powerfully.

He got the idea, leaving off his gentle, rhythmic nursing to
suck her clit as hard and deep as possible into his mouth. At the same time, he
stabbed his fingers deeper into her body, which wasn’t exactly what Jewel had
had in mind, but clearly worked for her in combination with his mouth on her
clitoris.

She moaned in need and rising pleasure, twisting her pussy
against him as she struggled to help him find the magic spot again. Erik never
lost contact with her, riding her gyrations, always managing to increase the
level of stimulation. His fingers stopped wildly thrusting and found her G-spot
again, rubbing hard in a way that blotted out all conscious thought in Jewel’s
mind. The pressure in her body roared closer, closer… “Oh, Erik!”

Her pussy exploded, shooting bolts of lightning through her
body as she stopped gyrating and thrashed uncontrollably beneath Erik’s skilled
mouth and nimble fingers. She screamed her excitement, fingers digging into
Erik’s scalp, pulling him more tightly against her as her body slam-danced on
the surface of the crate. She couldn’t catch her breath, couldn’t stop
shouting, couldn’t slow her body’s movements, and Erik wouldn’t stop tormenting
her—cruelly forcing her body to come again and again beneath his mouth.

She strove to push him away as her body sought respite from
the still mounting exhilaration, but her lover was far too strong and
completely focused on seeing if a woman could die from too many orgasms. He’d
pushed her through the gates of heaven and knew exactly how to hold her there.
He forced her thighs wider, pinning her to the crate, keeping her from kicking
him off her. His mouth continued to expertly suck her through climax after
climax. She lost all sense of time. All she knew was the overwhelming joy of
too much pleasure. She’d do anything to escape Erik’s tongue and even more to
keep him right where he was, sucking her to orgasm.

She pulled her hands from his head and found her own thick
nipples, grabbing and twisting in a counterpoint of rapture that grounded her
against the explosions of pleasure bursting from her. Except Erik’s tongue
wasn’t tormenting her anymore, his lips had ceased to suck her into ever-rising
bliss as he rose, gasping for breath above her. She tried to look down her body
at him to see what was wrong, but her eyes wouldn’t focus properly.

She heard the rustle of cloth and then Erik grabbed her by
the legs and pulled her closer to him across the crate. He poked her between
the thighs with his rock-hard penis once, twice…

Erik’s stiff cock spread Jewel’s swollen lips apart and
pressed inside her body.

Jewel’s mouth opened wide as she groaned in astonishment.
She hadn’t remembered that he was so large and was pretty certain it hadn’t
felt this good when he had fucked her in the shower.

Erik’s thumb rode lightly over her mons until it settled on her
much-abused clitoris. He hesitated for a moment. Hot breath hissed in and out
of her lungs as she struggled to prepare herself for what was about to come.
Her body hummed excitedly on the edge of another powerful orgasm.

Hesitantly, she lifted her hand so that she could caress
Erik’s bare chest. It was all the encouragement her lover needed. Slowly he
began to thrust in and out of her pussy, his thumb rubbing her clit in synch
with the motion of his cock.

It was too much for Jewel. She screamed anew and thrust
herself up against her lover, trying to drive his cock even deeper into her
body. But Erik was still in control of their lovemaking. He matched his
movements to the wild bucking of her body and kept his pace torturously slow
and steady, withholding her needed climax. He teased her, coaxed her, building
the excitement within her to almost unbearable levels.

The words were wrenched up out of her throat. “Erik, please,
I need—”

He dug his thumb down hard against her clit and Jewel
erupted into a new orgasm. Her bucking hips momentarily overwhelmed Erik’s
ability to control her, leaping so high off the crate that his dick popped out
of her body. He muscled her down again and shoved himself back inside her
pussy, leaning over her torso to pin her shoulders to the crate as he thrust
wildly in and out of her body.

Jewel kept bucking, screaming his name, hearing his
answering cries but unable to fully comprehend the words he shouted back at
her. His cock was so big, so stiff and so very hard.

He popped out again and had to release her arms to get his
dick back inside her. She reached down and grabbed hold of him, ringing his
slick dick as it continued to thrust inside her one, two, three, four times…

“Oh, Jewel, oh…”

Hot semen spurted deep inside her as Erik abruptly collapsed
on top of her. His hips kept working, pumping his cock in and out of her as his
arms encircled her body and held her tight. He buried his lips in the crook of
her neck, kissing, sucking and whispering her name until the violence of his ejaculation
finally ebbed.

* * * * *

“Void, it’s cold!” Jewel became aware of just how frigid the
temperature in
Genesis
really was. She cursed silently and struggled out
from beneath Erik, looking for her clothing. She wrapped her arms around her
breasts and waist, seeking futilely to provide herself with a little warmth,
striving to hold back the violent shivers suddenly assaulting her body.

Beside her, having just lost the benefit of Jewel’s heat,
Erik rolled over and sat up. His arms wrapped around himself just as
frantically as hers had done. His penis had shriveled into an unbelievably
small appendage that had nothing in common with the fully erect organ she
remembered feeling inside of her. “Damn, it is cold,” he agreed. He looked
around a moment, then grabbed hold of Jewel and pulled her tight against him.
“I guess there’s only one way to warm up again.”

A little part of Jewel appreciated Erik’s idea, but she was
too cold to start making out and the professional side of her was embarrassed
that they had done this while on duty. Captain Kiara was going to be calling
them soon, wondering what they had discovered and she wanted to be able to
report something positive to the woman.

She pushed Erik away. “If you mean put our clothes back on,
you’re right.”

Erik was in no way deterred by her rejection. He grabbed
hold of her again and pressed his lips against hers.

She kissed him back for a moment, but violent, cold-induced
shudders forced her to break away. “Not now. I’m too cold.”

She found her pants and pulled them on without first donning
her panties. The cloth was cold against her flesh and didn’t counter her
shivering.

Erik followed her example and pulled up his own pants. “Wow.
That was awesome, Jewel. You are so incredible!” He fastened his pants and reached
for her again.

Jewel wasn’t completely happy with his response. The sex had
been great—everything that Hathor had told her it would be. But it had been
more than that too, hadn’t it?

Erik’s kisses drove those thoughts out of her head. The
warmth of his arms and chest helped counteract the cold of the old colonizer
starship. She kissed him back, snuggling up against him.

“Thank you,” Erik whispered in her ear. “I’d begun to think
you really didn’t care. After that mess with Ana…”

Erik might be a damn fine executive officer, but he
obviously had no idea how he should talk to women—especially when their shirts
were off and their pants were undone. She shoved him away again.

Erik stumbled back a step. “What’s wrong? What is it?”

Jewel finished fastening her pants. Her bare nipples had
puckered in the cold standing to a proud, and now embarrassing, prominence.
“For a smart man, Erik, you can be really stupid.”

Erik still looked confused. “What?”

Jewel wondered if the problem was rooted in culture, gender
or the sixteen standard years that separated their ages.

A light must have gone off in his head. “This is about Ana,
isn’t it?”

Jewel pulled on her bra, slipping it over her shoulders and
then fastening it in front. It was a serious support garment, not one of the
lacy things women wore on her home world. “No, Erik, it’s about you! What the
hell are you doing bringing up an old girlfriend with me when we’re both still
mostly naked after sex?”

“But I didn’t say I wanted to be with her,” he protested.

“No, what you told me was that you were thinking about her
when you were supposed to be making love to me!”

“I was not,” Erik insisted. There was fire in his
voice—enough to suggest that he might think he was telling the truth, or at
least that he was a really good actor.

“Yes, you were,” Jewel insisted. She could be just as
stubborn as any man.

Erik grabbed her again, pulling her about by the shoulders
to face him. Her tits were still frozen, poking visibly at the fabric of her
bra, which he would doubtless misconstrue to mean she still wanted him.

She did, but she wasn’t going to break down on duty again
with a man whose mind was on another woman.

“I was not thinking of her,” Erik insisted. His follow-up
kiss was hard and passionate, but Jewel didn’t permit herself to respond to it.

When he finished, she pretended to be totally unimpressed
with his efforts. “Are you done?” she asked. “I believe that Captain Kiara gave
us some work to do.”

* * * * *

Erik was clearly angry at her, which was just fine with
Jewel because she was still damnably frustrated with him too. Unlike Jewel,
however, he wasn’t content to run away from the problem and kept peppering her
with irritating questions.

“Are we going to talk about this?” he asked.

They were poking around in the engine room, trying to see if
there was anything worth salvaging. The ship’s atomic pile was still hot and
the basic monitoring equipment was all active. They would need codes to change
the settings if they wanted to do something like fire up the engine and go anywhere,
but the monitors could be read right now.

“Looks like the
Genesis
has plenty of power,” Jewel
observed. “I wonder if we could reactivate the life support from here? I can
see why shutting it down would require security clearance, but turning it on?
Do you really want to stop people from doing that?”

“Please don’t ignore me.” He tried to turn her around again,
approaching her from behind and putting his hands on her shoulders, but Jewel
resisted his efforts to manhandle her. Ultimately, he didn’t force the issue.

“Do you know how these engines work?” she asked him.

“Please stop trying to change the subject,” Erik begged.

“For some reason, I don’t remember them bringing up antique
starship engines when I went to school,” Jewel said. “Do you know anything about
these?” Of course, the information was almost certainly locked away somewhere
in her bioware but that really wasn’t an option.

“Jewel!” Erik snapped.