Page 82 of Pets in Space 10

She gasped in pleasure as he inserted two fingers and began stroking, stimulating every nerve ending in the process.

Dahlia clenched around his hand and rocked her hips to intensify the sensations.

Throwing her head back she moaned as the orgasm hit.

She felt safe in his arms and he was obviously enjoying her reaction.

“We could adjourn to the bedroom,” he murmured as she lay bonelessly in his arms. “I’ve been wanting to taste your sweetness for quite a while now and the couch isn’t the ideal place.”

“Yes, I think we should relocate,” she said. “And wear fewer clothes.” She plucked at his shirt.

Mike rose, picking her up in the process and carried her across the living room into the bedroom.

He set her on her feet next to the bed and went to work on the fastening of her dress.

Impatiently she pushed his hands out of the way and undid the garment, which fell to the carpet with a soft sound.

He stepped back a pace, taking in the view as she stood in her lacy, barely there underthings. “Exquisite and all mine.”

Dahlia caught him by the belt and pulled him closer. “Let’s get you in the same state.”

He allowed her to undo his pants and let them fall to the floor.

“Commando?” she asked with delight, fondling his balls and then stroking his hard cock.

Going to her knees, she took him into her mouth, swirling her tongue over the head before sucking.

Clad only in his shirt, Mike let out a groan as she deep-throated him.

He threaded his hands in her hair and made encouraging noises while Dahlia hummed and worked her magic.

She hadn’t done this very often before — hadn’t wanted to if truth be told — but Mike was irresistible and she reveled in the way he was reacting to her efforts.

“You have to stop,” he said in a tortured voice. “I’m not coming anywhere but inside you.”

She allowed him to slip from her lips reluctantly.

Rising, she unbuttoned his shirt and pushed it down his arms and off.

Dahlia had seen his cut abdominal muscles the day they met at the beach when he was out running and now she was free to live her fantasy and lick her way south.

He caught her by the shoulders and pulled her gently to her feet again.

“I have a perfectly good bed here, remember? Big enough for two.”

“Thank goodness. I might get cold.” Dahlia arranged herself on the bed, impatient to be in his arms again.

“No chance I’d let that happen.” The next instant he was on top, his body warm and solid. Dahlia loved the way she felt underneath him and she ran her hands across his back.

“I want to taste you,” he said with determination.

He removed her panties and the bra and then went to work with his tongue, swirling the tip over the tiny bud of nerves hidden in her folds before switching his attentions to even more private places.

Mike was talented and skillful and he brought her to orgasm a second time.

“Please,” she said, barely able to form words, “I want you inside. I want to feel all of you. I’ve had the standard inject so we don’t need protection.”

“Your wish is my command.” He came over her, the blunt head of his cock pushing easily into her.

Mike went deep and hard and Dahlia did her best to get used to his girth and length as he moved in and out.

She hovered on the edge of pleasure and pain and couldn’t form thoughts as he made love to her.

She did her best to move with him and to massage his shaft with her inner muscles as he plunged deeper and deeper.

The pressure became too much for her to keep at bay and Dahlia arched her back and screamed his name as she came.

Mike thrust harder and faster, holding her in a tight embrace, and reached his own release, shuddering with the power of the climax.

They lay together, breathing hard for a few heartbeats before he rolled to the side and brought her with him, pillowing her head on his shoulder. “Are you all right? Was I too rough?”

His concern for her touched Dahlia’s heart and she pressed a kiss on his chest, above his heart. “I’m fine. Best dessert ever.”

“I want seconds,” he said with a chuckle. “I like the demanding, assertive Dahlia very much, by the way.”

She raised herself so she could look into his eyes. “I didn’t get out of the refugee camp by being sweet and shy, Mike. When there’s something — or someone — I have my heart set on, I’ll push as hard as I can.”

“Someone you have your heart set on?” he asked in a teasing tone, raising one eyebrow. “Anyone I know?”

She gave him a push and let out an exasperated “Oof,” as she did so. “I’d think it was pretty obvious tonight.”

“And I’m flattered,” he said, kissing her. “And relieved because I feel the same way.”

On the floor, lost in the pile of hastily discarded clothing, a handheld buzzed an urgent summons.

“Maybe you should answer that?” she said.

“How do you know it isn’t yours?”

“Oh right, because they call floaters in the middle of the night with important alerts.” She chuckled at the mere idea.

“The damn casino can take care of itself tonight,” Mike said, rolling her onto her back.” I have more pressing and important matters to attend to.” He teased one of her nipples with his thumb while lowering his head to suck the other into an aching rosebud.

Dahlia ran her hands over his body with delight, tracing a few of the tattoos he’d kept hidden under his clothing. She was determined to examine them up close and learn the stories behind the ink. “Second course of dessert?” she asked

“Definitely.”

The com shrilled again.

“Manager Remington, apologies for disturbing you,” Maeve’s voice said from the AI ganglion in the bulkhead. “There’s a situation at the casino. There’s been a stabbing and Jake Dilon needs your presence.”

“Lords of Space, what the fucking hell has gone on there tonight?” Mike threw back the covers and left the bed. “Tell Jake and my night manager I’ll be there in five minutes. Anyone dead?”

“Thankfully, no, but there are a number of elite guests there as material witnesses.”

He held up one hand, on his way to the bathroom. “Say no more, I get it.”

Dahlia lay back against the pillows and considered what she ought to do.

Mike re-emerged from the other room and had obviously made a quick pass through the refresher.

He came to the bed and handed her a warm washcloth.

“I’m sorry about this. I wouldn’t leave you alone in my bed for anything less than a stabbing. ”

“Can I help?” she asked, touched by his considerate gesture.

“I appreciate the offer, but no.” He leaned over and kissed her forehead before moving to the closet and grabbing a fresh suit and shirt.

“I’m guessing there may be a mob connection involved here and if so, I’ll have to have a serious talk with the Combine right away.

I probably won’t be back until after breakfast, but you’re welcome to stay, take a shower, help yourself to whatever is in the kitchenette. ”

“A mob connection?” she repeated, puzzled.

“Our usual guests don’t arrive carrying knives,” he said with a grin.

Dahlia watched him dress. “It’s more fun to see the clothing come off,” she said. “Although you’re trideo ready in your expensive suits. I will admit.”

“You’re good for my ego.” He sat on the bed to put on his shoes.

When he was done he paused to look at her, still naked, and blew out a gusty sigh.

“Listen if this — this between us — if it goes the way I want it to, if we…if you…oh fuck, if we’re a couple, then I swear to you I’ll make you my priority.

For so many years I haven’t had a person I cared about and I’ve allowed the casino to take over my every waking moment.

I regret having to leave you here alone tonight. ”

She laced her fingers in his. “I love the idea of us being together,” she said.

“We have a lot to learn about each other, but I’m in for the long haul if you are.

Don’t worry about the work/life balance tonight, go and take care of the crisis.

I understand and I’ll be fine. I’ll probably go to my own cabin and sleep the rest of the night. ”

“I want you here,” he said sadly, raising his voice to be heard over the buzzing com. “With me.”

She kissed him tenderly and then gave him a tiny push.

“Go, before Jake sends his officers here to collect you. I’m not upset.

I had a lovely evening and enjoyed myself the whole time.

I wish it didn’t have to end, but you’ve got work to do.

It must be a madhouse if Maeve interrupted you in your private quarters. ”

Mike scooped the handheld off the floor and silenced the com. “You’re a woman in a million, Dahlia Vale. I’ll call you tomorrow, or later today I guess I mean, and I’ll definitely be making up for this interrupted evening soon.”

They kissed again and he was off, striding through the door to the living room and she heard the cabin entry portal open and close.

With a pang of regret, Dahlia rose and went to take a shower before putting her crumpled dress on again and retreating to her own quarters.

It was the best night of my life, bar none, but now I’ve turned back into a pumpkin like in the old fairy tale.

I hope there won’t be too many of my neighbors in the corridors at this hour to see me wandering home worse for the wear.

She giggled and activated the water, luxuriating in the multiple streams which she adjusted to vibration. I’m definitely sticking a pin in the idea of Mike and me in here together some night. Soon.