Jewel

by Veronica Tower

  “Damn them,” he whispered again, less forcibly, still impotent in his pain.

  “Hey,” Jewel whispered. She touched his wet cheeks with her fingers, wishing she wasn’t wearing her gloves. “I know it hurts, but you survived. You built a new life for yourself. It’s okay.”

  Erik shook his head, knocking new tears off his cheeks. “It’s not okay, Jewel. If you haven’t lost your planet, maybe you simply can’t understand. It’s not okay. It’s never going to be okay. They took—”

  Jewel stood on the tips of her toes and kissed him. His lips were cold, but the tears that continued to run over them were salty and hot.

  He stopped talking.

  “Maybe it’s not okay yet,” she whispered, “but it’s going to be. You’ve built a new life for yourself, surrounded by people who respect you, care about you, love—”

  This time it was Erik who kissed her, bottling off the words in her throat as his lips locked desperately onto her mouth. She kissed back hard, suddenly frustrated with the heavy coats, wishing she could feel the hard muscles she remembered in his shoulders as she sought to pull him more tightly against her.

  His hands slipped beneath her, lifting her up in the air so she could wrap her legs around his waist and grind her twat against his body. The heavy winter pants frustrated her, preventing her from stimulating herself as she wanted to, but Erik’s soul-wrenching revelation made her want to share something of herself as well. She couldn’t share her secret past with him, but if she shared her body again perhaps they really could start to build a better life together.

  Erik stumbled forward, carrying her with him until he bumped against an equipment locker. The collision almost cost him his feet, but he spun around and set Jewel heavily on the edge of a storage crate.

  Their gloves came off in a frenzy that sent them flying across the room. Their coats came next, letting the intense cold penetrate to their torsos even as they plopped the thick garments beneath her on the crate. Erik’s mouth stayed on hers throughout, greedily sucking at her lips and tongue as his hands fumbled with her blouse. Jewel felt just as anxious as her fingers raced to open his shirt and feel his hard chest again.

  Her blouse dropped back onto the crate behind her, leaving only the thin material of her bra to protect her flesh from the cold but Erik was determined to get that off too. He slipped his fingers behind her, searched futilely for the clasp. Then his hands came forward again, unhooking her from the front and covering her hard areolas.

  He forced her back on the coat-covered crate as he climbed up on top of her. His mouth continued to devour hers, while his hands struggled vainly to cover every inch of her naked breasts. Jewel was having more difficulty with his shirt, perhaps because she had less experience in removing it. Erik pressed his knee between her thighs and she opened to him, but the heavy winter pants they wore minimized any benefit from the pressure he brought to bear on her pussy.

  He pulled up off her mouth and attacked her right nipple, his tongue snaking out to explore the contours of her cold, turgid flesh. She shivered, both when he touched her with the warmth inside his mouth, and when the moist flesh froze again after his tongue had passed.

  The contrasting sensations were too severe. Jewel wrapped her hands around Erik’s head, encouraging him to stop teasing and take more of her into him. He got the message, sucking her tit between his hot lips and nursing upon her. The rhythmic sensation reverberated through her body, creating sympathetic pulses in her neck, her groin and her thighs.

  Jewel closed her eyes and let her head drop back, giving herself over to the pleasure. A moan escaped her lips, and unlike when they first made love in the shower, there was no reason for her to try to suppress it. There was no one else on this side of the Genesis airlock to hear her.

  The rustle of cloth made her look up in time to see Erik slip off his shirt. His undershirt still obstructed her vision, but it didn’t take him long to pull it off too. Unfortunately, that meant pulling his lips off her nipple, and when he started kissing her again it was once more upon her mouth. He probed the waist of her outer pants, pushing the winter gear off her hips and down to her thighs, before returning to her hips again to work on her uniform slacks.

  While Erik was busy uncovering Jewel’s bottom half, she took the opportunity to explore his chest, running her fingers over the well-formed flesh. She traced the hard muscles of his shoulders, the clean-cut edges of his pectorals and the sleek lines of his back and sides, trying to build her courage to reach lower.

  Erik had no such hesitations. He pulled her panties down with her pants and sank to his knees in front of her.

  Jewel froze as she realized what her lover was contemplating. The crate beneath her ass was damn cold—even worse than the frigid air tormenting her pussy, but her shock and excitement held the cold in abeyance.

  “Oh, Jewel,” Erik whispered.

  He rolled the ball of his thumb up the length of Jewel’s labia, forcing her to close her eyes again as her whole body shuddered in anticipation. Moist heat caressed her, pushing back the cold as Erik’s breath reached her lower lips. Awe tinged his voice. “You are so beautiful.”

  He caressed her again, his thumb riding more smoothly as it smeared her cream across her outer lips. He breathed on her again and she trembled so intensely she thought she might come right then. This was what her girlfriends had told her about. This was the path to the orgasm that had been interrupted in their first coupling. It was one of the things she used to imagine when she dreamed of Kole. Him, kneeling before her like this, gently baring her pussy and then carefully, deliberately explore the gifts she’d saved just for him.

  Except this wasn’t Kole. He was never going to discover her treasures. This was Erik—Erik who had reached out to her in his pain over losing his home world. Erik who was showing her now how much he truly cared—that her pleasure would come first, that he wanted to make her come as much as he wanted to orgasm.

  She clumsily stroked his cheek as he softly blew across her lips again. “Oh, Stars,” she whispered. “That feels so—”

  Erik’s thumb gently split her lips apart as he continued to caress her, his rough callouses deliciously torturing her silky flesh. Her breath hitched in her chest as a delirious feeling of helpless anticipation welled up inside her. No one had ever touched her like this before. Sure, Erik had tried to in the shower, but that had been from behind with a furious urgency that made everything feel rushed. No one had ever been permitted to take the time to make her blood surge and her heart soar.

  The cold air continued to raise goose flesh on her skin, hardening her nipples and chilling her to the bone. Yet at the same time, in total contradiction, her internal heat skyrocketed, fighting against the frigid temperature as her excitement edged up with each stroke of Erik’s thumb.

  His lips closed over her clitoris, warming this most important nub of flesh, restoring it to life after its exposure to the frozen air. He stroked the tip where it peaked out of its sheath and her whole body trembled with something very different than the cold.

  He sucked gently as his thumb continued to stroke between her labia. Her heart pounded with exhilaration. Her hips began to gyrate, pressing up against him and settling back again in an almost circular movement as she chased his thumb and gloried in the warmth of his mouth and his oh-so-nimble tongue.

  A jolt of ecstatic pleasure spiked past her mounting excitement, forcing her hips to buck her pussy up against him. Erik glanced up at her, eyes smiling with delight. He reached up the inside of her pussy with his fingers to press along the top of her vagina, beneath the spot he was sucking so hard and rhythmically upon.

  Her whole body lurched and she violently banged her head against the crate on which she was laying. Her feet fought for traction on the other edge of the container, shoving her hips hard into the air, thrusting her clitoris more firmly into Erik’s mouth. At the same time she grabbed Erik’s head and wrenched it down against her just as powerfully.

  H
e got the idea, leaving off his gentle, rhythmic nursing to suck her clit as hard and deep as possible into his mouth. At the same time, he stabbed his fingers deeper into her body, which wasn’t exactly what Jewel had had in mind, but clearly worked for her in combination with his mouth on her clitoris.

  She moaned in need and rising pleasure, twisting her pussy against him as she struggled to help him find the magic spot again. Erik never lost contact with her, riding her gyrations, always managing to increase the level of stimulation. His fingers stopped wildly thrusting and found her G-spot again, rubbing hard in a way that blotted out all conscious thought in Jewel’s mind. The pressure in her body roared closer, closer… “Oh, Erik!”

  Her pussy exploded, shooting bolts of lightning through her body as she stopped gyrating and thrashed uncontrollably beneath Erik’s skilled mouth and nimble fingers. She screamed her excitement, fingers digging into Erik’s scalp, pulling him more tightly against her as her body slam-danced on the surface of the crate. She couldn’t catch her breath, couldn’t stop shouting, couldn’t slow her body’s movements, and Erik wouldn’t stop tormenting her—cruelly forcing her body to come again and again beneath his mouth.

  She strove to push him away as her body sought respite from the still mounting exhilaration, but her lover was far too strong and completely focused on seeing if a woman could die from too many orgasms. He’d pushed her through the gates of heaven and knew exactly how to hold her there. He forced her thighs wider, pinning her to the crate, keeping her from kicking him off her. His mouth continued to expertly suck her through climax after climax. She lost all sense of time. All she knew was the overwhelming joy of too much pleasure. She’d do anything to escape Erik’s tongue and even more to keep him right where he was, sucking her to orgasm.

  She pulled her hands from his head and found her own thick nipples, grabbing and twisting in a counterpoint of rapture that grounded her against the explosions of pleasure bursting from her. Except Erik’s tongue wasn’t tormenting her anymore, his lips had ceased to suck her into ever-rising bliss as he rose, gasping for breath above her. She tried to look down her body at him to see what was wrong, but her eyes wouldn’t focus properly.

  She heard the rustle of cloth and then Erik grabbed her by the legs and pulled her closer to him across the crate. He poked her between the thighs with his rock-hard penis once, twice…

  Erik’s stiff cock spread Jewel’s swollen lips apart and pressed inside her body.

  Jewel’s mouth opened wide as she groaned in astonishment. She hadn’t remembered that he was so large and was pretty certain it hadn’t felt this good when he had fucked her in the shower.

  Erik’s thumb rode lightly over her mons until it settled on her much-abused clitoris. He hesitated for a moment. Hot breath hissed in and out of her lungs as she struggled to prepare herself for what was about to come. Her body hummed excitedly on the edge of another powerful orgasm.

  Hesitantly, she lifted her hand so that she could caress Erik’s bare chest. It was all the encouragement her lover needed. Slowly he began to thrust in and out of her pussy, his thumb rubbing her clit in synch with the motion of his cock.

  It was too much for Jewel. She screamed anew and thrust herself up against her lover, trying to drive his cock even deeper into her body. But Erik was still in control of their lovemaking. He matched his movements to the wild bucking of her body and kept his pace torturously slow and steady, withholding her needed climax. He teased her, coaxed her, building the excitement within her to almost unbearable levels.

  The words were wrenched up out of her throat. “Erik, please, I need—”

  He dug his thumb down hard against her clit and Jewel erupted into a new orgasm. Her bucking hips momentarily overwhelmed Erik’s ability to control her, leaping so high off the crate that his dick popped out of her body. He muscled her down again and shoved himself back inside her pussy, leaning over her torso to pin her shoulders to the crate as he thrust wildly in and out of her body.

  Jewel kept bucking, screaming his name, hearing his answering cries but unable to fully comprehend the words he shouted back at her. His cock was so big, so stiff and so very hard.

  He popped out again and had to release her arms to get his dick back inside her. She reached down and grabbed hold of him, ringing his slick dick as it continued to thrust inside her one, two, three, four times…

  “Oh, Jewel, oh…”

  Hot semen spurted deep inside her as Erik abruptly collapsed on top of her. His hips kept working, pumping his cock in and out of her as his arms encircled her body and held her tight. He buried his lips in the crook of her neck, kissing, sucking and whispering her name until the violence of his ejaculation finally ebbed.

  * * * * *

  “Void, it’s cold!” Jewel became aware of just how frigid the temperature in Genesis really was. She cursed silently and struggled out from beneath Erik, looking for her clothing. She wrapped her arms around her breasts and waist, seeking futilely to provide herself with a little warmth, striving to hold back the violent shivers suddenly assaulting her body.

  Beside her, having just lost the benefit of Jewel’s heat, Erik rolled over and sat up. His arms wrapped around himself just as frantically as hers had done. His penis had shriveled into an unbelievably small appendage that had nothing in common with the fully erect organ she remembered feeling inside of her. “Damn, it is cold,” he agreed. He looked around a moment, then grabbed hold of Jewel and pulled her tight against him. “I guess there’s only one way to warm up again.”

  A little part of Jewel appreciated Erik’s idea, but she was too cold to start making out and the professional side of her was embarrassed that they had done this while on duty. Captain Kiara was going to be calling them soon, wondering what they had discovered and she wanted to be able to report something positive to the woman.

  She pushed Erik away. “If you mean put our clothes back on, you’re right.”

  Erik was in no way deterred by her rejection. He grabbed hold of her again and pressed his lips against hers.

  She kissed him back for a moment, but violent, cold-induced shudders forced her to break away. “Not now. I’m too cold.”

  She found her pants and pulled them on without first donning her panties. The cloth was cold against her flesh and didn’t counter her shivering.

  Erik followed her example and pulled up his own pants. “Wow. That was awesome, Jewel. You are so incredible!” He fastened his pants and reached for her again.

  Jewel wasn’t completely happy with his response. The sex had been great—everything that Hathor had told her it would be. But it had been more than that too, hadn’t it?

  Erik’s kisses drove those thoughts out of her head. The warmth of his arms and chest helped counteract the cold of the old colonizer starship. She kissed him back, snuggling up against him.

  “Thank you,” Erik whispered in her ear. “I’d begun to think you really didn’t care. After that mess with Ana…”

  Erik might be a damn fine executive officer, but he obviously had no idea how he should talk to women—especially when their shirts were off and their pants were undone. She shoved him away again.

  Erik stumbled back a step. “What’s wrong? What is it?”

  Jewel finished fastening her pants. Her bare nipples had puckered in the cold standing to a proud, and now embarrassing, prominence. “For a smart man, Erik, you can be really stupid.”

  Erik still looked confused. “What?”

  Jewel wondered if the problem was rooted in culture, gender or the sixteen standard years that separated their ages.

  A light must have gone off in his head. “This is about Ana, isn’t it?”

  Jewel pulled on her bra, slipping it over her shoulders and then fastening it in front. It was a serious support garment, not one of the lacy things women wore on her home world. “No, Erik, it’s about you! What the hell are you doing bringing up an old girlfriend with me when we’re both still mostly naked after sex?”


  “But I didn’t say I wanted to be with her,” he protested.

  “No, what you told me was that you were thinking about her when you were supposed to be making love to me!”

  “I was not,” Erik insisted. There was fire in his voice—enough to suggest that he might think he was telling the truth, or at least that he was a really good actor.

  “Yes, you were,” Jewel insisted. She could be just as stubborn as any man.

  Erik grabbed her again, pulling her about by the shoulders to face him. Her tits were still frozen, poking visibly at the fabric of her bra, which he would doubtless misconstrue to mean she still wanted him.

  She did, but she wasn’t going to break down on duty again with a man whose mind was on another woman.

  “I was not thinking of her,” Erik insisted. His follow-up kiss was hard and passionate, but Jewel didn’t permit herself to respond to it.

  When he finished, she pretended to be totally unimpressed with his efforts. “Are you done?” she asked. “I believe that Captain Kiara gave us some work to do.”

  * * * * *

  Erik was clearly angry at her, which was just fine with Jewel because she was still damnably frustrated with him too. Unlike Jewel, however, he wasn’t content to run away from the problem and kept peppering her with irritating questions.

  “Are we going to talk about this?” he asked.

  They were poking around in the engine room, trying to see if there was anything worth salvaging. The ship’s atomic pile was still hot and the basic monitoring equipment was all active. They would need codes to change the settings if they wanted to do something like fire up the engine and go anywhere, but the monitors could be read right now.

  “Looks like the Genesis has plenty of power,” Jewel observed. “I wonder if we could reactivate the life support from here? I can see why shutting it down would require security clearance, but turning it on? Do you really want to stop people from doing that?”

  “Please don’t ignore me.” He tried to turn her around again, approaching her from behind and putting his hands on her shoulders, but Jewel resisted his efforts to manhandle her. Ultimately, he didn’t force the issue.