“Ugh. Education. Can’t we just…”
He shook his head, making her wonder if perhaps he was done with her after all. Was there something about her pussy that made men of all species only want one ride?
“Don’t sulk,” he said, swatting her ass. “Come to the galley with me. I am going to give you a cooking lesson.”
“Why don’t we just eat rations?”
“Because at some point you may find yourself somewhere Authority rations will not suffice. And because everybody should know how to feed themselves without being dependent on others.”
“I’ve been dependent on the Authority my whole life,” she said. “One way or another. And I always will be. So why bother?”
“Because I’m telling you to bother,” he said sternly. “If you want to learn to cook with a sore ass, keep up the snark.”
“I do not know what the fuck you are,” she said as he steered her into the galley. “One minute you’re this hard ass Kitari commander, the next second you’re whipping my ass, then the next you’re the best lover I ever had, and now you’re my personal domestic tutor?”
“I’m all of the above,” he said, the response warming her. She’d really started to think he’d lost sexual interest in her. Usually, if a guy wanted her, he’d take advantage every second he got. He wouldn’t waste time teaching her how to cook.
“Alright. I had some raw ingredients supplied,” he said. “We have eggs, flour, yeast, milk, sugar, and butter. With these we can bake everything from bread to…”
“Eggs are weird,” she interrupted, picking up the brown spheroid he indicated. “Where’s the egg? Is it inside the wrapper?” She squeezed and was immediately rewarded with the outer layer of the thing cracking beneath her fingers and covering her in clear and yellow goo. “What the!”
There was a strange sound coming from Atlas. He was sort of barking, his shoulders shaking, his eyes half-closed. It took her way too long to realize that he was laughing at her.
“You’re a little mess,” he said, taking hold of her hand and wiping it down with a moistened towelette. “Eggs come from birds. They’re delicate until they’re cooked.”
“So they get harder when they’re hot?”
He shook his head, his eyes flaring with red amusement. “You’re not going to concentrate until I deal with you, are you?”
“Depends how you mean deal with me.”
He stepped behind her and wrapped big, alien arms around her. “I can smell your desire,” he murmured in her ear. “I know what you want.”
“Then why aren’t we doing it?”
“Because delayed gratification only makes pleasure more intense, and you are more to me than something to fuck. You’re worth improving.”
She felt her breath catch in her throat. Nobody had ever said anything like that to her before. Not in her entire existence. She didn’t know how to respond. She didn’t know how to do anything besides melt back against him and let him carry her out of the kitchen and back to the bedroom where he laid her down and stripped her of her uniform.
“I like you better without this,” he said, his nose wrinkling with something like distaste as he dropped it on the floor.
“I think I’d like you better without yours too.” She smiled up at him. He was hot, but the Authority uniform always looked stupid on him somehow. It was like a paper doll’s clothes; you got the general idea, but nothing about it actually fit right.
He obliged her by pulling it from his body too, baring an alien physique that was as strange as it was striking, and as hot as it was almost indescribable. His species was one renowned for surviving in harsh climates against insurmountable odds. She could see the marks of that struggle to survive across his rugged skin.
“Holy…”
He was all muscles and rough ridged flesh, copper scars and power.
“You’re the hottest… you’re the…”
“As are you,” he said, crawling over her on hands and knees, her much smaller frame dwarfed by the alien bulk of his body.
She spread her legs for him and welcomed him inside, feeling his cock stretching her for the second time. She was so wet it didn’t matter that he was almost too big to take. Jerri was mentally prepared this time to be stretched incomparably wide.
He did not disappoint her. He sank inside her and they shared a mutual sigh of coital homecoming. She had felt so terribly separate from him since they last connected in this intimate way. All her insecurities had been making free with her psyche, making her think he wasn’t interested, didn’t want her, that it was the same as it had been all the other times.
“I’ve missed you,” he said, his words echoing her own sentiments. She could barely speak with her body wrapped around him, impaled on his massive alien cock, but she didn’t need to. Her body did all the communicating necessary as it gripped and held him tight.