Basically, they act like fools on shore leave, which, I guess, they are. This happens every time we end up on station, and normally I don't mind. It's just that this time, there's a wet, naked human waiting for me in my quarters, and I know what it feels like to have her mouth on my cock, and I'm far, far too impatient for this shit today.
By the time everything is sorted and everyone has returned to the ship, I know Ruth must be asleep. It would be selfish to wake her and ask her to touch me again, so it will be the floor for me. I fight back my disappointment. Tomorrow will be a new day with new opportunities. I can wait. I can be patient.
When I enter my quarters, the lights are low and Ruth has left a mess everywhere. I actually don't mind it. Normally I'd be annoyed at the new clothes spilling over the furniture, and the empty box of treats by the tub. I pick up the discarded shoes, heading for the bed. Ruth is curled there, her naked back to me, and I want nothing more than to run my hand down the line of her spine and just…learn her body.
I want to touch her. To make her feel good, and desirable, like she made me feel. To let her know that she's safe with me. She's cared for. She's…mine.
No, not mine, I correct mentally. Ruth belongs to herself. But I'll take what I can get of her.
I move over to the bed, watching her sleep. She makes me ache with how beautiful she is, and how much I want her. Unable to resist, I run my hand down her bare side.
Ruth lets out a low, sleepy moan.
I give her hip a gentle tug, rolling her onto her back and pulling the blankets off her. "I loved how you touched me earlier," I tell her, thrilled when her bare legs fall open at my touch. "I want to do the same for you. I want to make you feel so good, Ruth. I'm going to touch you, like you did me."
She lets out another soft moan.
"So sleepy," I chuckle, easing her thighs apart. "Let me do all the work."
At my prod, her thighs open wider, revealing her glorious cunt to me. She's beautiful like this, all smooth, perfect skin and delicate limbs. I run a hand along the inside of her thigh, fascinated by the sight of her. I've seen vids, and I know what a female's cunt looks like, but having one to explore for myself—and wanting to actually explore it—is something very different. Holding my breath, I run a knuckle through her folds, parting them, and wait for her to make a response. She only shifts slightly on the bed, but that's a good sign, I think.
"Remember your word," I murmur. "Needle."
I drag my finger through her folds again, noting that she has a strange little button of flesh at the apex of her cunt, which is new to me. They say every cunt is different, though, and perhaps this is something unique to Ruth. I spread her folds, breathing in her scent, and lower my head toward her. "I want to make you feel good, Ruth. Tell me what you like."
And I lick her. A long, sweeping stroke of my tongue that goes from the pucker of her ass to that little bud of flesh, because I want to taste all of her.
Ruth has absolutely no response. She simply lies there.
I sit up, stung. Did I do it wrong and she doesn't want to say? Or does she not want me as much as I want her? Am I wrong and her pleasuring me with her mouth was just another way for her to control me? I wait for her to respond, but she's silent, her eyes closed. "Ruth?"
No response.
Perhaps I've pushed too far and she doesn't want my hands on her. She was abused before, but I foolishly thought…
I thought I was different. That what we had was different. Perhaps I'm wrong. I scrub at my mouth, hating myself. "Just use the keffing word if you don't like my touch. I'll never do it again, I vow this to you."
She makes a little plaintive sound in her throat, her eyes fluttering, and then goes still again.
I frown, because this doesn't seem right to me. Even when she's mad or displeased, Ruth always has plenty to say. If I tongued her wrong, she'd correct me. If I did something she didn't like, she'd try to carve me up. Lying there limply isn't Ruth. I move over her so I can get a better look at her face. She's flushed, her mouth slack.
I touch her shoulder, shaking it hard. "Ruth?"
Her eyes flutter briefly, and then she goes limp again. A moment later, she makes a choking sound and bile spills out of her mouth…and she still doesn't awaken.