“We are…after you hear my dreadful secret.” Her expression is grave.
I’m a little suspicious, given that it might be too convenient for both of us to have dreadful secrets all at once. “What’s that?”
“I’m a Capricorn.”
I groan at her bad joke, and she erupts into laughter. That does it. I grab her and try to touch her sensitive waist. We fall onto the bed together, half-tickling, half-wrestling. “Not funny,” I declare, laughing at her amusement. “This is very serious.”
“You going to punish me?” she teases in a coy tone, then bites her lip.
This time, when I groan, it’s because of arousal. Such a flirty tease. I move in and kiss the full lower lip she just bit, sucking lightly on it. She gasps and reaches for my breast, squeezing it. Her roving, eager fingers find the tip and she rubs it lightly through my clothing, stroking back and forth.
My nipples are instantly erect and aching. We’ve been together enough times that we both know what makes the other person go crazy with arousal. Sex can go very quickly, or we can edge the hell out of each other. Tonight, it’s clear that Simone wants quick and dirty.
Sounds good to me. So, so good. We keep kissing, her tongue flicking against mine as her hand steals down the front of my pants. “I’m going to buy you a toy,” she whispers between kisses, her fingers framing my clit. “The biggest, nastiest toy I can find, and I’m going to fuck you with it for hours.”
I moan against her lips. “Don’t need a toy. Just need you.” She slides her hand lower, grazing against the entrance to my body and sending heat unfurling through me. “You and your perfect fingers.”
“You like my fingers?” She dips one inside me.
“I do. God, I do.”
“You want me to make you come?” She maneuvers a finger inside me, now brushing against my G-spot. “Because I wanna watch you come.”
I can’t even answer. All I can do is make vague whimpering sounds and cling to her as she kisses me and whispers filthy things. Her fingers stroke and tease me in all the right places, and when I come with a teeth-clenching orgasm, she murmurs sweetly to me until I relax against her, spent. Her hand remains parked between my thighs, stroking my labia and petting me as if she can’t get enough.
Nuzzling against her throat, I press kisses against her skin as I bask in the afterglow of my intense, delicious orgasm. Sex with Simone is always good. She knows just how to touch me to make me wild, and I never struggle to come. She makes it easy, and now that I’ve caught my breath, I want to give her the same release. “You want me to make you come, too?”
“You know I do.” She chuckles. “That’s like asking a kid on Christmas if they want their presents early. The answer is always yes.”
Fair enough. I kiss the hand she pulls from my pussy and lick my taste from her fingers. Simone hums in her throat, pushing into my mouth. I suck on her fingertips as I push her nightgown up, exposing the pretty tuft of hair covering her pussy. I dip lower, parting her folds and fingering her just as thoroughly as she did me.
I love watching her lose control, watching her lips part as she sinks into pleasure, as her eyes flutter closed. Her pussygrows wetter and wetter, making slick sounds as I set a teasing, constant pace. Her legs spread wider, her heels digging into the mattress as I work her. I can feel when she comes, her inner walls clenching and spasming around my relentless fingers. I kiss her knee, and her release feels almost as good as my own. “I love you,” I murmur, kissing her soft skin. “Love you so much.”
She collapses back against the bed, her legs sprawled and boneless. There’s a fine sweat on her brow, and I move to lie against her side, curling up with her. I slide an arm around her waist, and Simone holds me close, because she loves an after-sex cuddle as much as I do. “I love you, too,” she tells me, breathless. “That was amazing.”
“I have an amazing partner,” I reply. “That makes it easy.”
Simone huffs, amused. She tucks her ankle between my calves and we lie together in a tangle, content to drift and idly touch one another. I’m still dressed, my clothing pushed down and aside, and it occurs to me that I should get up and undress for bed, but I’m not ready to move quite yet. Simone smells like cookies and pussy, two of my favorite things, and I want to just bury my nose against her for the next few years and never come up for air.
Something cold and wet nudges my calf.
I jerk in surprise, and a moment later, Simone shifts, too. “Ugh, gross, Pluto.”
Pluto makes amrrpof agreement at the sound of his name. Two seconds later, the big carinoux kitten is crawling into bed with us, trying to squeeze his way into our cuddle puddle.
Simone starts laughing, tugging down her nightgown, and I hastily hitch my pants back up into place. “I think we just scarred poor Pluto for life.”
“He’ll live,” she says, scratching at his jowls. She gives me a mischievous look. “If he asks, tell him I had an itch you were scratching.”
Laughter bubbles up inside me. I’m not sure if it’s the ludicrous thought that Pluto would ask anything, or that I’m just happy. But I laugh and laugh, falling against her, and it feels so good. I don’t even mind when Pluto starts kneading the mattress as he worms his way into bed with us, and his big claws occasionally catch against my skin. It’s like watching an enormous, contented caterpillar as eight paws move up and down and he purrs so hard he starts to drool.
Simone just looks over at me, her expression doting and full of love. She pets Pluto, but her gaze is on me the entire time. “So, now that I know your big dirty secret, what’s your plan?”
I tuck my arm under my head so I can watch her. “Well, I think I’m moving off the ship and onto this planet permanently.”
“Oh?” She seems surprised by this. “What do your sisters think?”
“Ruth said the ship’s leaving soon for a bit. They’ll be back in a couple of weeks or months, but I figure it’s time I have my own place. Ruthie’s going to be staying with Kazex, running the cantina. So I’ll have one sister here, and about half of theScarlet Gaze’screw. And you. And Pluto.”
