The Passenger Ch. 07

"But you look tired," she said.

"The Gawrran day is just over twenty-nine hours long," I said. "And on top of that, we're lagged a little bit as it is. I think we can do with a little picker-upper."

"Sounds good to me," Anne said, sitting down on one of the benches. "I'm not really tired. I suppose you do get used to it eventually, don't you?"

"The lag and the changing day lengths on different planets, you mean? Up to a point, yes. Eventually your body learns to deal with irregular sleep cycles, but how well that works is different for everyone. Some people deal very well with it, others keep having trouble. I'm somewhere in the middle. That's where the caffeine comes in."

She chuckled.

"So that's your excuse, hey?"

"Yup," I said, stepping back indoors. "And I'm sticking to it."

The autokitchen was a pleasant surprise. Gawrrans don't use caffeine at all, but this one was not a Gawrran model, and it had quite a decent range of food and drink for off-world visitors programmed into its recipe banks. While the unit clicked and hummed and eventually produced two steaming mugs, I attended to the fireplace in the center of the room. It had been quite a while since I had made a log fire, but some things you never forget.

A little later I stepped out onto the balcony again, holding out one of the mugs to Anne. She smiled at me as she took a sip. I'm pretty sure she didn't need it the way I did, given her different physical make-up and my personal addiction to the stuff, but she was definitely learning to enjoy it. We watched the mists swirl around where the water plunged down into the depths as a gentle dusk slowly began to fill some of the shadier parts of the valley.

"This place makes me feel... alive," she said after a while, taking a deep breath.

I said nothing. Somehow I felt this might be important, although I didn't know in what way. I held out my had to her and she took it. She looked happy. I told her so.

"I feel better than I have in a long time," she said.

"Well, you've had a lot to deal with."

"But I had you to help me with it. So thank you, Harvey."

She put down her empty mug, rose and put her hands on the sculpted wooden balustrade, her hands tracing the twists and turns of the interwoven branches. The wood was smooth and had a faint sheen, as if hundreds of furry hands had polished it. Knowing the usual efficiency of the Gawrrans, I doubted the effect had been obtained by hand, but it was a very nice effect anyway.

I stood behind her and put my arms around her, gently drawing her to me.

"Hmm. I love it when you hug me from behind like that," she said softly.

"Anything for my loyal crew."

"This place is so beautiful. This view, the smell of the air, the sound of the water..."

"I know," I said. "I can't get enough of it."

I felt, more than saw, her smile.

"Me neither," she said. "I just want more and more of it."

And with that, she raised her hands to her throat and began to undo the fastener on her coveralls.

"Here?" I asked.

"Yes. Right here. Tar said this place is safe and private, right?"

She gently removed my arms from around her, let her coveralls drop to the floor and stepped out of them. She took a deep breath and raised her arms.

"Hmmmmm... That feels so good."

I drank in the sight of her as she stood there: her beautiful body, slender and curvy in all the right places, her nipples growing visibly hard in the cool, moist atmosphere of dusk... But more than anything, she seemed to have a glow about her; something that I hadn't seen before, something that told me she felt good in a totally new way, and I began to suspect what it might be. I could only hope I was right.

She looked at me, and I recognized that look, so I wasn't surprised when she began to unfasten my coveralls as well. A few moments later they were in a heap on the floor next to hers, and I raised my hands, touched her face, held it, and her lips found mine.

The crisp, damp air was cool on my skin, contrasting in a wonderful way with the heat that radiated from her. My hands slid down from her face along her neck, across her shoulders and finally down to her breasts. I caressed them with my fingertips and she moaned softly as I explored the soft skin and the smooth, round curves of them. Then my fingers brushed her nipples. They were rock-hard, and she moaned again at the contact, our kiss smothering the sound of her voice.

After a long while she broke our kiss and in one smooth movement knelt in front of me. Before I knew it, she had one hand on my butt, the other cupping my balls, and my cock in her mouth. She caressed my flaccid shaft with her lips and tongue, and within moments it began to swell inside her mouth. Her fingertips traced intricate patterns across my balls, and small jolts of pleasure shot through my groin. Somewhat to my own surprise, I had to hold on to the interwoven branches of the balustrade to steady myself.

The feeling of her mouth on my cock was amazing, and it continued to swell as it grew longer, thicker and harder inside her mouth. She began to suck, and I could not stifle a soft moan as she got me to the point where she wanted me in record time. Her mouth made slurping sounds as she sucked, her head bobbing and her lips sliding back and forth around my now fully hard cock.

Finally she let it slip out of her mouth with a wet 'plop' and looked at the fruits of her labor, standing up firm and proud before her, gently nodding with my pulse, which was quite rapid at that point. She looked up at me and smiled.

"I haven't had that wonderful cock of yours inside me all day," she whispered. "It's long overdue. Fuck me, Harvey."

She stood up, turned, leaned forward and grabbed the balustrade with both hands, her legs slightly spread. I needed no further encouragement. I put my hands on her hips and gently pulled the backs of her thighs apart to reveal the plump, puffy lips of her pussy. Bending my knees slightly to lower my hips a little, I aimed the engorged head of my cock at her entrance. As soon as she felt the contact, she gently pushed back. She was wet already, and my cock slid into her. After a few gentle strokes, each one deeper than the previous one, I was inside her all the way. She moaned when she felt my hard shaft invade her hot, wet insides, and I leaned forward and into her, my hands still on her hips to steady us both.

I withdrew my cock from her, then gently pushed back in. But Anne wasn't having any of that. She pushed back against me, forcing her wet pussy down around my cock in one, powerful thrust. She grunted softly, then moved forward, pulling me out of her, before slamming herself back into me, her butt making a slapping sound against my abdomen.

Contrary to what I have been told on many occasions, I am capable of taking a hint, and I gripped her hips with my hands to keep her in place while I began to fuck her hard. Her buttocks bounced as I thrust myself into her, and it was a wonderful sight. She grunted as she braced herself, her hands gripping the wooden balustrade, and her soft grunts became louder, then suddenly became a scream as she came.

I continued to fuck her, fast and hard while I felt her inner muscles spasm and her butt clench; the muscles in her hips taut as cables under my hands. The echoes of her scream returned to us from the slopes before us, the sound of her release reverberating through the valley.

When she began to come down, and I slowed my movements. But Anne had other ideas.

"Don't stop," she panted. "Don't stop..."

I was happy to oblige and I resumed my thrusts, but this time I put one of my hands on her chest to lift her up into a more vertical position. It took some slightly awkward maneuvering, but soon I had her where I wanted her, supporting her with one hand on her chest, the other supporting her lower down. While this made it more difficult for me to thrust into her and I could not enter her as deeply as before, it did change the angle at which my cock entered her pussy. Her moans told me it had the effect I was hoping for, and only a few moments later I felt her body tense up against mine once more.

"Oh yes, oh yes..." she panted. "Yes, ohgodsyessss, yes... OoooOOOOHHHH!!"

I held her against me, not without effort, while she shook with the force of her second climax. Somehow my fingertips found one of her breasts, which filled my hand in a wonderful way, and her nipple was as hard as steel under my fingertips.

She shuddered in my arms as she came, until she finally sagged and I had to hold her upright, even with her hands still gripping the intertwined branches of the balustrade. The sound of her panting mingled with the echoes of her scream that still rang through the darkening valley and came back to us at odd intervals.

"Wow..." she said, her voice sounding ragged. "I can't remember when I came this hard."

I held her, feeling her sweat against my skin, her breathing under my hand as I held it against her chest, the heat of her body against mine.

"It sounded like you needed it," I said.

"I guess I did. Not sure why, but I did."

"I think I know," I said to myself.

Myself wasn't entirely convinced yet, though. "Maybe, maybe not. Let's see," he replied.

Inwardly I shrugged. It didn't really matter right now. We'd find out soon enough if my hunch was right.

Darkness had taken over the lowest parts of the valley, and shadows lay on the slopes while the last traces of light bargained weakly with the advancing dusk. The moist coolness of the air had begun to deepen as well.

"Why don't we go in," I said to Anne. "It's getting dark, and it'll probably get chilly before long. And we're far from done yet."

"Hmm. I like that thought," she said softly.

"The one about going inside, or the one about not being done yet?"

I felt her silent chuckle.

"Both."

She moaned softly as she felt my still-hard cock slide out of her. She turned and looked down.

"I think I can get more mileage out of that," she said, smiling mischievously.

"Why don't we find out?" I asked.

I took her by the hand and led her back inside. When we stepped through the barrier field she stopped to look.

"What... is that?" she asked, looking at the fireplace.

The logs I had put in earlier had well caught by now and were burning merrily. The flames danced quietly, spreading a comfortable warmth through the room and filling it with a dancing, dim and golden light. The deeply colored wood surrounding us threw gentle highlights back at us as the flames did their thing.

"That, my love, is log fire," I said. "It's a primitive way of heating and lighting, but it has its charm."

"It's... beautiful," she said, slowly walking toward the fireplace.

"You've never seen one?" I asked.

She shook her head.

"No. At Kappa Ceti station any form of fire was considered a hazard, so open flames were never allowed. So this is... firewood, you called it?"

"Yes. Like on Artega, my old homeworld. Like I told you, remember?"

She nodded.

"I do remember. Our first evening together. It seems ages ago..."

"Yes, it does," I agreed. "So much has happened since we first met."

She turned, her lovely body outlined by the glow of the fire, and held out her hands. I took them.

"But I'm still here," she said softly.

I stepped into her arms and we held each other. Her lips found mine and we kissed long and deeply. Then, as if by mutual agreement, we both sank down on our knees. The fur, or hide, or whatever it was that covered the floor in front of the fireplace was wonderfully soft. My hands caressed her face, her neck, her shoulders, until they found their way to her breasts. Her nipples were still rock-hard, in spite of the warmth of the fire, and she drew in her breath with a soft hiss when I touched them.

I broke our kiss and drew back to admire the gorgeous outline of her body; the flickering firelight accentuating the smoothness of her skin, the gentle curves of her body, the lush curls of her hair. The deep, green pools of her eyes glistened with the light of the flames, and her skin took on a golden glow in the warm, dim light. I bent down to kiss one of her breasts, and the skin covering all that wonderful curvy roundness felt like silk under my lips. Then my mouth found her nipple, and she moaned as my tongue and lips explored the firm, puckered nub. My hand slid down to her other breast, finding the nipple on that one just as hard. In fact, her whole breast felt slightly swollen; mute testimony of how aroused shew as. Her breathing had grown heavy again, and something inside me wanted to respond to that, wanted to throw her on her back, take her and ravage her.

Instead I gently lowered her onto the pelt-covered floor and continued to kiss and caress her breasts, my mouth and hand alternating between the one and the other. She had a dreamy smile on her face, her eyes were closed, and she moaned softly as I continued my caresses. My other hand found its way across her hip and down to her outer thigh, then across her knee and back up along the inside of her leg. The golden firelight played over her skin as I did this, and I stopped for a moment to simply look at her and drink in her almost unworldly beauty.

I moved up to kiss her. Her tongue attacked mine with a fierce kind of passion, and she moaned as my hand between her thighs reached its goal, her voice smothered by our kiss. After her two previous orgasms her honey still flowed freely, and I dipped my finger into it, spreading the thick, slick wetness across the outer lips of her pussy and her clit, which was hard and taut and tense under my fingertip. This time she broke our kiss at the contact to gasp and moan loudly, and I felt the muscles under her skin twitch at the contact.

I gave her one last kiss, then got my lips started on their long journey down; across her face, her neck, her shoulders, then lingering a little bit longer at both her breasts and paying special attention to her rock-hard nipples. Then I continued onward across her stomach until I reached her mons, which I covered with slow, soft kisses while caressing it with my hands, and my fingertips drew lazy, unhurried patterns across the soft skin that covered the smooth swell of it. I changed my position so she had some room to move, and she needed no further encouragement. She spread her thighs widely and left no doubt as to what she wanted me to do do to her.

Not to digress here, but being a good lover isn't really all that difficult. When you genuinely love someone and you want to do anything you can to make her feel loved and to give her pleasure, all you have to do is to pay attention to how she responds to what you do. Touch her, caress her and do it, slowly, gently and lovingly. Be bold enough to experiment, but always take the time to find out what works for her. She will let you know where she wants you to touch her, when to speed up and when to slow down, and what she wants you to do. If she doesn't tell you herself, then her body will. All you have to do is to slow down, pay attention, and listen to it.

Which is why I put my hands on her knees and slowly, teasingly moved them up and inward, caressing the insides of her thighs. Tracing small circles across the smooth skin, which was damp with her sweat and her arousal, my fingertips slowly crept closer to her waiting pussy. The smell of her arousal filled my nostrils and I could feel the heat radiating from that hot, wet core at the apex of her spread thighs as I brought my face closer to it. She moaned as my fingers reached the outline of her labia and gently ran across them. They were thick and puffy; hot with her blood and flowered open like the petals of a delicate, reddish-pink flower. It called to me, and I could not resist that call any longer.

I bent down until my lips touched her pussy and dipped my tongue into the nectar that pooled there. It was thick, rich and sweet. The smell made me dizzy and the taste was better than anything I had ever known. She shuddered as my tongue explored her hot, wet entrance and I drank from the well of her arousal. I felt her fingers in my hair as she pulled my face against her, keeping my mouth where she wanted it the most. I dipped my tongue into those hot, smooth and slippery folds, and her honey was syrupy and tasted wonderful.

I began to lick her there, my tongue drawing slow, lazy trails along the inside of her pussy lips, the tip of it dipping into her entrance every now and then, and she moaned whenever that happened. I deliberately avoided touching her clit for now. My hands held the insides of her spread thighs, separating them as I supported myself, and I felt her twitch and shudder as my tongue played across the entrance to her inner core. I took my time exploring every hot, slick and wet fold of her pussy lips, feeling them grow even hotter and becoming more engorged as I continued. Her nectar ran like a river now and I lapped it all up, savoring the sweet flavor; the thickness of it, the velvety texture. Gradually her moans became louder, more desperate, and I felt her squirm under my hands and mouth.

It was time, I decided. I moved my tongue up to lick her a little bit higher, moving slowly this time, until the tip of my tongue touched that hard, taut, smooth nub that I had avoided until then. She cried out at the contact, and I felt her legs grow tense. I moved one of my hands up to cover her mons and with my thumb I gently pulled at the hood of her clit to expose it further, while I used my other hand to slip a finger into the opening between her pussy lips. Then I found the now fully exposed tip of her clit again with my tongue. I applied a little more pressure this time, rubbing it, licking in small circles, deliberately and insistently now.

Suddenly her back arched and I felt her pussy clamp down on my finger. Her entire body grew tense and for several seconds she didn't move and didn't make a sound as the initial intensity of her orgasm held her locked in its grip; her face contorted in a rictus that could easily have been one of intense agony instead of intense pleasure. Then she shook as the pent-up pressure suddenly found its outlet. Her pussy gripped my finger as if trying to break it, and the flood of her juices ran down my face and my wrist. She thrashed on the floor, shaking and shuddering, but I managed to keep my finger and tongue where we both wanted them.

"Ohmygodsohmygodsohmygods oooOOOOOHHHH!!!! OOOOHHHH! OOOOHHH!!!" she screamed.

My finger, still deep within her spasming pussy, found the spongy little bump it had been looking for and began to rub it in small circles, her clit still pulsing under my lips. I continued to flick the tip of my tongue across that taut, smooth little pea to prolong her orgasm, gradually easing off on the pressure, as I knew she would grow more and more sensitive there as her climax continued.

Her hips began to buck under me and I felt he shoulders hit the floor repeatedly trough the thick pelt that covered it as her entire body shook in what looked a lot like a seizure but what I knew to be something infinitely better. The began to wail as the shaking went on and on, and the fountain of her pleasure ran freely, covering both of us with its sweet, warm wetness.

"Ooohhhhhhhwwwohhhhhh... Ohhhhhooowwwwoohhhhhh... Ooooooohhhhhhooowww..."

Finally I felt her hand weakly pushing against my head. taking her cue, I gave her clit and pussy a last, light lick by way of saying goodbye to it for now, and I gently withdrew my finger from her hot, wet opening. She slumped down, her body lying still now, except for her panting as she drew quick, deep breaths like a marathon runner who has just broken a long-standing record. Her face was a deep rad, and her chest was covered in a delicate, pink blush. I sat up on my knees to look at her as the lay there in the flickering light of the fire. Sweat ran down her skin, her hair was a mess, her eyes were closed, her chest heaved with her panting, and the rest of her body lay slack in either utter relaxation or utter exhaustion; I didn't know which. She was incredibly beautiful. I lay down next to her and stroked her hair. Wherever my still-hard cock had touched her skin it left a little trail of pre-cum, and I realized that I myself hadn't cum yet, and the pressure had been building up inside me for quite some time now.