After she evades her alien captors, Helene's second in command has a lot of questions for her, none of which she's prepared to answer. It seems though, that her sexy first mate knows more of her lurid secrets than he's letting on. When lust bubbles to the surface Harris is in position to make her deepest ...
After she evades her alien captors, Helene's second in command has a lot of questions for her, none of which she's prepared to answer. It seems though, that her sexy first mate knows more of her lurid secrets than he's letting on. When lust bubbles to the surface Harris is in position to make her deepest fantasies reality. Can she really go through with it, despite her obligations on Earth?
This erotic standalone short takes place shortly after "Claiming the Captain."
Weakness set in. Her panties had long since passed the point of dampness and now she was soaking wet with desire. Her nipples were pricking against her tank top. She found herself breathless with need. She wanted this. She knew this and so did he. So why was this so hard to confess?
He moved in, cupping her face in his hands. He loomed over her only for a moment before devouring her lips with his. She relented and merged into the kiss with ease.
What have I done, she asked herself, but the question didn't linger in her mind for long. He tasted of roughness and masculinity, a flavor Helene hadn't savored since her departure from Earth all those months ago. She relished the kiss, grateful for the passions returned. It had been a long voyage. Thank God she hadn't forgotten how to kiss.
It seemed Harris hadn't forgotten how to do a lot of things either. His hands were already skimming the bottom hem of her undershirt. His fingers slipped beneath the flimsy fabric and glided along the smooth surface of her skin. She flinched at the warmth of his hands, a direct contrast to the coolness of the chamber.
Her pulse quickened when the palm of his hand moved slowly up her abdomen and towards her chest, finding the lower part of her breast. He gently palmed it before thumbing over her erect nipple. Helene moaned as he played before he stopped suddenly.
“We should find someplace more private,” he said.
Helene agreed, but where to go?
“The cockpit should do nicely.” He punched in the entry codes and the cockpit doors slid open. “Get in.”