LunarReunion

by Shona Husk

  Filid was glistening with water. It didn’t roll off him like it did off her skin. It clung to him like diamonds. If he’d looked beautiful before, now he looked amazing. She’d seen many things while traveling, but few took her breath away. She was going to add a wet Filid to that list. She lifted her gaze to face. The look in his eyes was pure molten heat.

  He leaned over her, his lips a whisper away from hers. “I wanted to make sure you were ready.”

  She was ready. She’d been waiting years.

  “Mmm” was all she could manage, and she no longer cared about the sheets.

  He lifted her legs onto his shoulders, his cock against the lips of her slit ready to thrust in, but waiting and teasing when she wanted him to fill her. She’d never been more ready, yet he hesitated.

  His fingers caressed her skin in small circles. “If the fiction is too much…”

  His tentacles were raised and reaching out as he sensed her thoughts. Was he checking to make sure she wasn’t fearful or anxious, or was he enjoying the desire that she must be broadcasting?

  “I’ll let you know.” She smiled. After six years of waiting she didn’t care right now. She just needed to feel him inside her.

  With a slow, hard thrust he sheathed himself in her core. The curve of his cock pressed nerves that had already been sensitized by his tentacles. He paused a moment, then eased out slowly. While his skin was smooth on the thrust it was rough on the withdrawal, creating a delicious friction. Her back arched and a groan escaped as if she was close to coming again. The sensation was…unique and intense and she wanted more.

  Filid stopped moving. “All right?” He was leaning over her, his lips so close, his tentacles brushing the soles of her feet. If she tried to move, would they grab her ankles?

  For an answer she kissed him. He got the message, no words required, and he pressed back into her, filling her completely.

  His tongue darted against hers as she tasted him and reveled in the feeling of being in his arms. The touches on her cheek and calves as he caressed her the way no one else could. He adjusted the angle of his hips and her clit was brushed with every thrust. She was going to come again. Usually it took longer for her to be ready, for the heat to rise in her blood again. Her fingers dug into his thighs, urging him on.

  As the climax built her belly tightened. He was every bit as good as she’d imagined. His tongue dipped into her mouth, stealing her breath, and he fucked her. For a moment she was sure he knew her. Knew what she wanted, what she needed, then the thought was gone as her core clenched hard around him. He was still until her muscles relaxed, then he started moving again, slowly as if determined to make her come again before he released.

  This time it was too much. His skin was too rough and she was too sensitive. She pushed him back and he drew away without argument even though he hadn’t come.

  But she wasn’t letting him go. “On your back.”

  He obeyed without question, his blue eyes burning for her. She moved over him, kissing him, then working her way down the hard planes of his chest, to his thick, slick cock.

  Slick from her. Her slit and clit ached—the well-fucked kind of ache, not the need-to-get-fucked ache. She ran her tongue over his shaft, enjoying the rasp of him on her tongue. Not rough enough to hurt, but easily enough to overload her senses. What would it be like to have him on a regular basis? Her body quivered at the idea.

  “At least give me something to do with my hands.” He smiled and slowly ran his tongue over his lip, suggesting he wanted another taste of her.

  She shook her head. “I might go supernova.” Her clit was still throbbing.

  “I’d very much like to see that.”

  If we had a chance beyond today I might let you. She took his cock in her mouth. There was no definite head like most species had, just the long length of him. Like most males, though, he was still sensitive to the suck and swirl.

  She watched his every reaction. The way his fingers grasped the sheets and his hips moved in time with her mouth. She slowed, determined to drag out the time they had together, then she released his cock and ran her tongue over his sac. One hand cupped his balls as she licked along the length of his cock, the tip now slick with pre-cum. She tasted the salty fluid and took him in her mouth again.

  He groaned, his hips lifting. “I’m going to…”

  Silva gave him a final lick but kept her hand around his shaft, working up and down the length of him. He was going to give into her. He watched every stroke, his breathing getting faster.

  “Yes.” He sighed as his hips jerked and warm cum spilled onto her hand. She kept going until he was spent, her hand and his skin sticky. Both of them breathing hard.

  His fingers trailed through her hair. “I think we should’ve had that shower afterward.”

  She glanced up at the clock counting down their time together. This was all they had. All she had. One perfect moment with Filid. Everything she wanted but she still couldn’t keep him. She got up before he could read the heartbreak on her face, it was bad enough he’d sense something was wrong.

  He would never be hers.

  Chapter Two

  He knew something wasn’t right as he watched her walk into the bathroom. But he didn’t know what to say. The time to tell the truth had well and truly been blown out an airlock. Another male might get up, shower and walk out, but he wasn’t ready to leave Silva after only just finding her.

  “Are you in a rush to leave?” he called out. What was he doing, they had trics left, not days. Was he only prolonging the sense of loss he’d feel when he walked away from her again?

  There was a pause, then the shower was turned off and she stuck her head out of the bathroom. “Are you?”

  He glanced at the clock on the wall. “Not particularly.” He wished they had longer, much longer.

  Filid got up and walked toward the bathroom. She grabbed a towel and hid all that lovely golden, spotted skin before moving out of his way so he could wash alone. Not quite what he wanted.

  He wasn’t sure what he wanted. More.

  But she hadn’t said she was leaving yet. That didn’t mean she wouldn’t slip out while he was cleaning himself. He washed as fast as he could and kept an ear out for the click and hiss of the door. Nothing.

  She was still there, waiting for him, uncertain and yet aroused.

  He was getting hard again. Staying wasn’t a good idea…and yet he couldn’t bring himself to leave. If she was still there, he’d take whatever he could get, as he knew he’d never get the chance again. Did she feel the same?

  Was she pretending that she didn’t know him? When all Klokians looked so similar would she really be able to spot him in a crowd? He almost laughed at the idea that he was standing in for her memory of him. However, he hoped that was the case. He wanted to be on her mind as much as she was on his.

  This had seemed like such a good idea in the bar. He patted himself dry to avoid catching the towel on his skin. Most places didn’t use fabrics that catered to his skin, but he’d adapted. In the APM there was no other choice, all species were treated the same.

  Filid wrapped the towel around his waist and went back into the bedroom. Silva was sitting on the bed, wrapped in the towel with her long brown hair falling around her. He loved the feel of her hair on his skin. Next time she was on top so her hair could trail over him, the ends tickling his chest or against his lips. What would her hair feel like wrapped around his cock?

  Neither of them spoke. It was kind of awkward when the one-time fling started edging toward a two-time thing.

  She watched him for a moment, hesitation and desire clouding her thoughts as if she didn’t know what to do next. “Are you making up for all the fucks you don’t get?”

  He gave her a small smile. “I have to make the most of every piece of shore leave… I’d be more than happy to spend my time on the Moon with you.” And that was the truth, even if he’d rather have her admit to knowing who he was. For a moment he was tempt
ed. But what if she dressed and left, he didn’t want his fantasy plummeting toward the nearest planet in a fiery wreck.

  She raised one eyebrow. He wanted to kiss it. “There’s lot to see on the Moon.”

  “There’s a lot to do here.” And right now he couldn’t care less about the shows or the gambling, the voyeur rooms or the sex for sale. He had everything he’d wanted for the last six years right here.

  Silva gave a slow nod as if considering. “What did you have in mind?”

  What didn’t he have in mind? He was going to suggest something safe but the desire he’d always had around her formed on his lips instead. “I want to feel your hair over every piece of my skin.”

  Few understood his fascination with hair. Many Klokians found it disgusting. Not him. From the first time he’d seen her he’d wanted to unravel her braid and run his fingers through the long brown strands. That desire had quickly escalated into something that he could never ask anyone to do…unless he was paying, and he refused to pay.

  “Every piece?” Her gaze dropped from his face to his groin. For the moment he was glad of the towel. How had she known?

  He swallowed, he had to be honest as he might never get another chance. “Especially that piece. And I want to feel your mouth around a tentacle while I fuck you.”

  Her lips turned up in a half grin. “Is that like getting head job while getting fucked?”

  It was toe-curling good and it had been a long time since anyone had done that for him. Not everyone liked to play with his tentacles but Silva hadn’t hesitated. But then she hadn’t back when he’d flown with her either. She’d asked questions and touched them once before pulling away, the heat clear in her green eyes. Working with her and not breaking any rules had been hard—almost impossible.

  He grinned. There were no rules to break now. “I can tell you’re curious. What do you want?” For a moment he wished he could read her mind as easily as plex. He wanted to know exactly what she was thinking, not just the vague emotion, when she looked at him that way.

  Her eyelashes fluttered and she glanced away for a moment. He was half hoping that she’d break this charade, but when she looked up the simple lust was back and all other thoughts were gone. Perhaps this was all they had but he didn’t want to believe that. They’d worked so well together. Had spent so many trics talking and laughing. If he kept talking he’d slip up and reveal that he knew who she was, and she obviously didn’t want that, assuming she did know who he was in the first place.

  He should’ve taken the opportunity and left after the shower instead of lingering, but as always walking away from Silva was harder than it should be. Since he was here he wasn’t going to waste a moment.

  He let the towel drop to the floor, then strode over to the bed and kissed her, hard. “You didn’t tell me what you wanted.”

  “You.” She leaned back, pulling him with her. The desire in her eyes was burning for him.

  He pulled off her towel so she was bared to him again and he placed kisses all over her body, taking the time to tease each nipple into a hard peak before moving lower. He liked the way she tasted, the way she moved when his tongue flicked over her clit and pressed into her slit. But he was also aware that her skin was soft and fragile compared to his. She had to be slick with need, otherwise just the simple act of rubbing her clit could create too much fiction and hurt her. He didn’t want to think what that would mean if they were together long term. He supposed there were special lubes available.

  Maybe it was a good thing that wasn’t an option. He might damage her, and the last thing he wanted to do was harm her in any way.

  His tongue thrust into the folds of her cunt, the taste of her sweet on his tongue. She lifted her hips, offering herself to him. He delved deeper and she gasped, her fingers brushing over his tentacles, caressing and stroking. The sensation reverberated through his body all the way to the tip of his cock.

  This time he knew she was doing it deliberately to turn him on. Just knowing that made it more intense. As much as he’d like to slide his fingers into her, he let his tongue do the work, the taste of her juice made his blood heat, and the way she squirmed as if she couldn’t get enough urged him on. She was close. Her desire washed over him until he wasn’t sure where hers ended and his began.

  “Turn around.” Her voice was breathy as if she was only just holding on to control.

  He looked up at her. Silva gave one tentacle a gentle tug to reinforce the point, but it wasn’t enough to hurt him. It was as if she knew exactly what to do to him. As if she could read his thoughts. She wanted to taste him while he tasted her. He moved over her, enjoying her surprise when he didn’t do as asked and her pleasure when he kissed her. Then he rolled onto his back. She was going on top one way or another so he could also enjoy the trailing of her hair over his skin.

  Silva propped herself up on one elbow, a smile curving her lips, then she straddled his face. Her spread slit was before him, slick and waiting to be touched and teased. As he ran a finger over her folds she shivered and her hips bucked.

  He placed his hands on her ass and moved her closer so he could lick her clit. She made a little noise but it was drowned out by the need to be touched. He could feel what she wanted as clearly as he felt his own needs.

  She leaned forward, her hair dancing over his skin, part tickle, part caress. She moved her head, kissing his shaft, and her hair slid over his inner thigh. His balls tightened. Then the silken strands touched his cock, deliberately, as she wrapped a length around his shaft and fisted him. Her lips and tongue teased the tip. He almost forgot how to breathe. The fantasy he’d held on to for so long was happening.

  His heart beat faster. He’d never forget the feel of her hair gliding over his skin or the way her tongue danced over his cock and her breath on his sac.

  It was too much. He wanted to come inside her this time. It might be the only time. He quashed the thought fast, aware that her core was too delicate for too much rough treatment from his skin. Instead he concentrated on making her come first, his tongue dipping into her core as his fingers played with her clit. She was moaning as her hips moved. So close…

  Silva moved, easing away from him, and sat up so she could glance over her shoulder at him. “If I ride you, can you make it quick?”

  “Sensitive?”

  She nodded.

  Not many women would ask for it to be quick. They both glanced at the countdown on the wall. It would have to be, they were running out of time before the door would open and refuse to close until the room was empty of life signs.

  “Get on then,” he said before she could think about what the clock meant.

  She turned around and eased herself onto his cock. A ripple of heat ran through his blood as he watched her take him into her core, her hair falling around her. She didn’t look like the fearless pilot he’d once worked with anymore. She looked like a woman intent enjoying herself for as long as possible.

  Not that she hadn’t once worn a similar expression after shooting a ship and knocking out its engines in a piece of precision flying. Pure joy. It was contagious. He’d never forgotten what her happiness felt like.

  However, this time it was because of something he was doing. He grabbed a lock of hair and pulled her forward. He let her set the pace. After a few strokes her core tightened and she moaned against his lips. Keeping to his promise to be quick, he gave into the sensation of Silva riding him and the desire that filled her thoughts. Two more thrusts and he let go. His cock twitched as he came within her.

  The release was just as sweet the second time around. Maybe sweeter as it felt as though he’d been waiting six years for that moment.

  She lay on his chest as if any movement was too much, and he didn’t want to make her move. He traced shapes on her back and stroked her hair. He could get used to this. It was so close to what he’d imagined over the years, only better. She was actually here in his arms after all this time.

  The words were on the tip of
his tongue, the confession that he knew her and wanted her, wanted more than this, but then she moved. She kissed him once and got up, gathering her uniform and her bag.

  He closed his eyes and tried not think about her leaving. It was best he continue the game and walk away…just like he had before.

  * * * * *

  In the tiny bathroom Silva ran her fingers through her hair, untangling the strands so she could re-braid it. Filid moved behind her and did it for her. He placed a kiss on the back of her neck, a gesture that was almost too intimate for the strangers they were pretending to be. It had always been complicated between them. Today was no different. She looked at him in the mirror and was so tempted to say something but didn’t know what.

  What could she say now? Besides, he hadn’t given any indication that he knew her. If she confessed and he stared blankly, today would be obliterated into space junk. Her heart couldn’t deal with that. Instead she smiled, part of her wishing it could have been different between them.

  “Is it your first trip to the Moon?” It wasn’t an APM standard stop even though their ships passed it regularly.

  “Yes.” He tied off her braid but seemed reluctant to let her go just yet, his fingers toying with her hair. She felt the same.

  “So what else are you going to do while you’re here?” It was a personal question that she probably shouldn’t be asking. Maybe he’d go looking for more sex, not drugs, otherwise the APM would charge him, and Filid always obeyed the rules. Always. If he hadn’t six years ago where would they be now?

  “I need to see my cousin. He works here as a registrar.”

  “Births, deaths and marriages?” Decadent Moon might be a pleasure resort but behind the scenes were the staff who ran the place. There was a small city devoted to keeping the Moon operating from engineering to the dancers and bartenders. Then of course there were the people who came here to get married or divorced. After leaving the APM she’d thought about taking a shuttle job that ran supplies between the commerce stations and the Moon. Fortunately she’d been saved by a job offer from the Bird Cruise Liner Company.