When I finally broke the kiss, I searched her eyes, half-expecting doubt or resistance, but there was none. Just warmth and something else—desire? Hunger? Emotions I wasn’t sure how to name but knew I wanted to explore.
“Olivia,” I said again, my voice low and rough with something I didn’t fully understand. “Will you come back to my quarters with me?”
She didn’t hesitate like I thought she would. “Yes.”
I took her hand, leading her out of the medical bay and into the humid night air of the colony. The jungle loomed around us, alive with the distant sounds of wildlife, but I barely noticed. My focus was on her—on the way her hand felt in mine, soft and small but firm, like she was anchoring me in this storm of newfound feelings. The walk was short, but every step felt like an eternity, my blood pounding with anticipation.
When we reached my quarters, I shut the door behind us and locked it. The moment the latch clicked, I pulled her into another kiss, harder this time, and more desperate. Her hands slid up my chest, and I felt her tugging at my shirt. I broke the kiss just long enough to pull it over my head and toss it aside. Her eyes darted over my chest, her breath catching as her fingers traced the scars that marked my skin—trophies of a war I’d rather forget.
“You’re…” She hesitated, her voice barely a whisper. “You’re extraordinary.”
I didn’t know exactly what to say. So I kissed her again, my hands roaming over her body and exploring every curve. Her scrubs were loose and easy to remove. I hesitated only for a moment before sliding them off and letting them pool at her feet. Her bra and panties followed, and then she was bare before me. Her skin was pale and luminous in the dim light of the room.
“You’re beautiful,” I said, the words clumsy but sincere. I’d never seen anything like her and never felt this kind of hunger before. It wasn’t just physical. It was something deeper. Something I couldn’t quite put into words.
I laid her down on my bed, and my hands and mouth started to explore her body. I was eager to learn what made her gasp and what made her moan. Her skin was soft and warm against my lips, and when my fingers brushed against her breasts, she arched into my touch. I felt her desire like a current running through me, and it only fueled my own.
When I moved lower, settling between her legs, I paused and looked up at her. “Is this okay?”
Her eyes were dark, and her breath came in short, shallow gasps. “Yes,” she said, her voice trembling. “Please don’t stop.”
I didn’t. My tongue soon found her most sensitive spot, and she cried out, her hands gripping the sheets. I wasn’t entirely sure what I was doing, but my body seemed to know, moving instinctively. My tongue responded to every sound she made and every shudder that passed through her. Her moans grew louder and more urgent. I soon felt her thighs tighten around my head as she came undone, her body trembling with pleasure.
When the wave passed, she pulled me up beside her. “That was… unbelievable,” she said, her voice still shaky. “You’re a natural at this.”
I smiled, feeling a strange mix of pride and relief. “You make it easy,” I said, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “All I want is to see you happy.”
Her eyes softened, and I saw no trace of anger or fear in her gaze. Just warmth—and something else. Something that made my chest tighten in a way I didn’t fully understand but knew I wanted to explore a whole lot more.
Her hands then suddenly moved to my belt, her fingers fumbling slightly as she unbuckled it. I froze for a moment. My breath caught in my throat as she tugged my pants and underwear down to expose me completely. I felt a flicker of embarrassment as my body betrayed my arousal in a way that felt almost too human and too vulnerable. But then her eyes widened, and she smiled—a soft, hungry smile that sent a jolt of heat straight through me.
“You’re… so big,” she whispered, her voice low and breathy.
Her gaze lingered on me, and I could see the desire in her eyes, the way her lips parted slightly as she took me in. The embarrassment melted away, replaced by something else—pride, maybe, or relief. She wanted me. She was turned on by me. The thought made my pulse quicken, my body responding to her in ways I hadn’t fully anticipated.
“Olivia,” I murmured, my voice rough with need.
I reached for her and pulled her closer to my side. Suddenly, she climbed on top of me and straddled me. Her body was warm against mine as she leaned down to kiss me again. Her lips were insistent and demanding. I matched her intensity, my hands roaming over her back, her hips, and anywhere I could touch her.
I felt her hand reach down between us. Her fingers soon wrapped around my hard length, guiding me to her entrance. I tensed, my breath hitching as she slowly lowered herself onto me, inch by inch. The sensation was overwhelming—her warmth, her tightness, and the way she seemed to envelop me completely. I’d never felt anything like it, and for a moment, I thought I might lose control right then and there.
“God, Olivia,” I groaned, my hands gripping her hips as she settled fully onto me. I forced myself to focus, to hold on, but it was a struggle.
She began to move slowly at first, her hips rocking against mine in a rhythm that felt almost instinctual. I matched her pace, my thrusts shallow and deliberate, trying to savor every moment. But it wasn’t enough. I needed more. My hands tightened on her hips as I thrust deeper and harder, and she gasped.
“Yes,” she breathed, her voice trembling with need. “Just like that, Aeon.”
Her words sent a surge of heat through me, and I increased my pace even more. My thrusts became more urgent and more desperate. She met me stroke for stroke, her body moving with mine in perfect sync. Her moans grew louder, more breathless, and I could feel her tightening around me. Her inner walls clenched as she neared her peak.
“I’m close,” she gasped. Her nails dug into my shoulders as she increased her movements, chasing her release.
I could feel it, too, the tension building inside me. The pressure coiled tighter and tighter until I thought I might burst.
“Come for me, Olivia,” I growled, my voice rough.
I thrust into her one last time, deep and hard, and she cried out, her body shuddering as she came undone. Her inner walls clenched tightly around me, and I couldn’t hold back any longer. With a low groan, I spilled myself inside her, the intensity of my release almost blinding.
For a moment, everything else faded away—the room, the world, even the weight of my own thoughts. I felt her collapse onto me, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. I wrapped my arms around her and held her close. All that existed was Olivia, her body pressed up against mine, and her breath hot against my skin.
