I turn my gaze to the ceiling, trying to run calculations in my head. Finally, I shrug like I’ve seen Leelee do. “I’m not sure. I still have some parts to repair before I run another diagnostics report. I’ll know more then.”
“How long will that take?”
“I might have enough completed by dark tonight or tomorrow morning to run another ship scan. Once we’re done eating, we should take a break. I don’t want us to exhaust ourselves,” I suggest, not wanting to rush my time on this planet. Although I cannot stay forever, there is no reason to hurry.
“I’d like that. Maybe we could watch some more soccer?” Leelee pauses, looking down at herself with a slight grimace. “Well, I’d like a shower first. We…” Leelee pauses, biting her lip and looking down at her lap before turning her bright eyes back at me. Her eyes slowly trace over my features as if searching for something. She must find what she’s looking for because the look in her eyes transforms from scrutinizing to hopeful. “I thought that maybe we could shower together.”
As the image of Leelee’s suggestion fills my mind, I shudder, jamming the rest of my sandwich into my mouth. She giggles, her laugh free and unrestrained, at my eagerness to shower with her.
I’m trying to contain myself, forcing myself to sit back and wait patiently instead of drumming my fingers along the table’s surface in impatience. Leelee ignores my barely disguised eagerness and continues to enjoy her meal, giving me flirty glances from beneath her lashes that let me know that she’s aware and is enjoying my anticipation.
She notices my twitching fingers and shoots me a sly grin. “My, my, aren’t we in a hurry today, Ravok,” she teases, a familiar spark of mischief lighting up her eyes.
I lean close to my Leelee and give her my most intense stare. “I’ve been well-trained to patiently wait and stalk my prey, but you could test the endurance of a Cryzorian general, Leelee.”
Leelee drops the rest of her sandwich on her plate and stands up, her chair screeching at her sudden movement. She steps backward, away from the table, continuing to face me. She is like a prey animal keeping a predator in its sights. However, the look in Leelee’s eyes says that she doesn’t mind being my prey. After a single, endlessly long second, she reaches for the hem of her shirt. Her fists skim across her lovely thighs for a moment, drawing my attention to their shape. With a flirty look, Lee pulls the shirt up and casts it off her body, tossing it carelessly away. Her bare skin glows beneath the warm cabin light. I stare, captivated by this feminine vision.
Leelee turns and starts to walk away, each measured step seems to send electric tremors of anticipation through my body. Nearing the bathroom door, she turns back to me, her lips curling into an inviting smile that freezes me in my spot. “Are you coming, Ravok?”
Before her words even fully register, I find myself standing, almost knocking the table over in my haste. With a swift movement, I set it to rights before leaping towards her side in three long strides. Anticipation courses through me, beating relentlessly against the walls of my heart. My first instinct is to hide my eagerness, but not from my Leelee. She knows my soul. A knowing smile graces her lips as she moves into the washroom. I follow her like a mindless devotee, ready to worship at her feet.
“By Cryzor’s Might, Leelee,” I manage to say as I step into the washroom and take in the sight of her nude body.
She steps close, gliding her hands down my chest and abdomen. My muscles ripple and flex under her soft touch. My breath hitches she tugs the white sheet from around my waist, letting it flutter to the ground and revealing my arousal.
I shudder as Leelee presses her body against mine, heat radiating off her, a contrast to my cooler skin. A gasp escapes my lips as she stretches onto her toes to brush her lips to mine. Her taste, something utterly human and foreign, is intoxicating, creating a heady sensation that holds me captive.
After a few minutes of intoxicating kisses, Leelee turns, presenting me a view of her curved back, her hips, and her long, shapely legs as she turns the knobs in the shower stall. I can’t help but marvel at the sight, the roundness of her hips, the subtle curve of her spine as she tests the water’s temperature on her hands. Steam starts to rise from the water spray quickly.
Once the temperature is to her liking, she steps into the shower. She turns back to face me as the spray rains over her body.
My eyes fixate on the water droplets rolling down her skin, tracing her every curve, leaving a sheen in their wake. She can’t contain a shiver, and her nipples hardening beneath the water’s spray, right before my transfixed gaze. Her lovely skin, wet under the spray, lures me closer, a temptation I find impossible to resist.
The cascading droplets highlight the dips and arches of her form in a way that sends shudders rippling through my body. I want to trace the water’s path with my fingers, with my mouth. Everything about her body is utterly feminine. Her thighs are shapely, her backside generous, her hips flaring out from a tiny waist. I marvel at every sweep of creamy skin, every womanly swell and dip.
Leelee raises her hand and crooks two fingers at me, an unspoken command to join her under the water. As if under her spell, I step into the small shower stall, the enclosure barely containing the two of us. Her body presses against mine, transforming the small space into a positive feature.
As I watch, she grabs a small square cloth and soaps it up. The slight floral scent of the soap is familiar – I smelled it on Leelee’s skin just last night. With a grin that looks positively smug, Leelee starts to wash my body. I forget to breathe as her hands roam my muscles. As she dips the cloth into my navel, a groan leaves my mouth, resonating from the depths of my lungs.
She runs the cloth up my chest to one of my shoulders, then rubs and massages down my arm to my fingertips. My other arm receives the same attention. I catch her hand in mine, bringing our joined hands before my face. I am fascinated by how small and fragile hers is, comparing it to my own. With a siren’s grin, she tugs her hand free and continues to wash my body.
Leelee is thorough, washing every bit of me, even kneeling to wash my feet. Seeing her on her knees at my feet, tending to me, makes me feel like a victorious conqueror, like the mightiest Outrider in existence. As Leelee starts to run the cloth back up my leg, she glances up my body, and our eyes catch. Her gaze, her touch, the warmth of the water, and the electricity sparking in the confined space force a low growl from my throat. This sensation, this satisfaction, this intimacy – I revel in it. Leelee is intoxicating. My senses buzz and the steamy air burns in my lungs as I stare at her.
Time seems to slow as the water-drenched cloth in Leelee’s hand moves in a tantalizing path up my body. I find my breath hitching as the rag ventures toward my straining erection. However, to my surprise, and a bit of quiet disappointment, Leelee adjusts her course, smoothly standing and maneuvering around me to press against my back. As she begins washing my nape and shoulders, her movements tender and careful, need courses through my veins. Her soft hands move with grace and purpose, each touch striking that fine line between efficient cleansing and intimacy. I can’t help but relax under her ministrations, my tension subsiding as her hands work their way down my back. Yet the anticipation remains, pulsating and simmering under my skin.
When she encircles her arms around me to wash my chest, her naked breasts slip and slide across my back, sparking my desire even higher. I hold my breath as Leelee slides the soapy cloth down the center of my chest. My body responds as if I’ve been dipped in pure electricity. She slides the cloth down, down, down, tracing the grooves of my abdomen; dipping the nubbly cloth to swirl around my navel.
I find myself holding my breath as her hands continue their path down my body. Her fingers are mere inches from my cock. It pulses and throbs at her nearness. Her hands pause for a breathless, lingering moment before she drops the cloth. It lands with a splat at our feet. Before I can fall to the urge to grab her wrists and bring her hands to my eager arousal she takes my erection in her slippery, soapy hands.
My entire body tenses as she works hand over hand over my throbbing length, and the growl that escapes my lips is one of pure, unfiltered pleasure. Hand over slippery hand she slides my length through her palms. Her touch sets my nerve endings alight, making my body hum and vibrate with overwhelming desire.
Seeming to take encouragement from my reaction, she boldly slips her hands lower and tenderly washes my testicles, the motion sending shock waves coursing through my loins. I can do little more than tilt my face upwards, my eyes rolling back as groans and moans of pleasure force themselves from my chest. This perfect female continues to show me pleasure the likes of which I’d never even dreamed of. Each stroke, each press of her hands is powerfully exhilarating, threatening to unravel the tightly wound control I’m desperately hanging onto.
With a light nudge, Leelee turns us both around so that I am facing the water spray. She rinses the soap off my front as a surge of hot blood coursing fiercely through my veins. Being washed by another being is a level of intimacy that feels sacred and profound. Leelee slips around my front, momentarily blocking the spray, her gaze catching mine for an intense moment. I hold my breath, my eyes never leaving hers as she slowly kneels at my feet. Her gaze is filled with reverence, with respect and desire. I want to pull her up to standing – this woman should kneel for no one. The universe should worship at her feet. But I don’t follow the urge. I wait, letting her do whatever she wants.
A myriad of emotions dance in her eyes, but the one coursing through her most is want – no, it’s more than simple want. It’s hunger.
With a long, slow breath, Leelee leans forward, her lips parting. Surely… Surely she isn’t…
My focus narrows until the only thing I am aware of is Leelee. I suck in a breath as she licks the tip of my cock. She dips her tongue, catching a pearly bead of seed and pulling it into her mouth. The sight sears me with the intensity of a thousand suns. The sensation robs me of all thoughts, to the point that I can barely process the reality of the moment.
An involuntary groan slips from my lips. In all my years, in all the galaxies, in all the universe, I’ve never experienced such concentrated ecstasy. The sensation ignites a spark inside me, threatening to consume me from the inside out. My eyes on Leelee never waver, taking in every detail as disbelief and unabashed desire tug at the edges of my heightened senses.
Leelee takes me in her grip, licking me from base to tip. I hiss at the sensation. She seems pleased with the reaction, her lips curling in a satisfied smile before she descends further.
“Leelee,” I grow a warning but she ignores my plea. Her hand grips me by the base of my dick, slowly stroking me as she runs her tongue up and down my length, pushing me to the brink of madness as she teases me with her mouth.
Her other hand disappears between her legs. Wait. Is she?
The rhythmic movements of her hand between her thighs sets the blood in my veins ablaze.
The way she moans as she sucks me, the vibrations traveling down my length, threatens to unravel my composure entirely.
Her teasing only makes me harder. I slide my claws into her wet curls, gripping the back of her head gently. A soft moan parts her lush lips, her eyes fluttering. She is stunning. I watch as she starts to slide my entire length into her mouth. Her lips close over me, and the shock of pleasure has my eyes snapping shut and my body growing stiff. I shudder and shake as she takes me deep.
“Leelee,” her name rolls off my tongue in a guttural growl, a plea for mercy or maybe even more torment. I’m uncertain. All I know is that the more she teases, licks, and suckles, the closer I am to losing control. I force myself to hold still, to let her do what she will with me. To make sure my clawed-tipped fingers only rest lightly against her scalp.
I force my eyes open, not wanting to miss a moment. Mesmerized, I watch with my breath hitching as she pulls me deeper into the warm recesses of her mouth. All I know is the soft, hot wet feeling of her mouth. The firm suction as she slides up my length and how her tongue works against the underside of my length as she slides back down to where her mouth meets her fist that grips my base.
