When She Belongs – Risdaverse Read online Ruby Dixon

Categories Genre: Alien, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 149
Estimated words: 135784 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 679(@200wpm)___ 543(@250wpm)___ 453(@300wpm)
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She nods, her cheeks pink, her eyes shining.

I move to the bed, wearing nothing but my trou. They feel entirely too tight over the hard length of my cock, but I ignore that, just like I ignore everything but the shine in Sophie's lovely eyes. I move to the edge of the bed, then reach out and cup her cheek. "Are you going to be a good girl for me again tonight?"

A low moan escapes her, and she turns her face into my hand, pressing her lips to it.

"I thought so," I whisper. "Touch yourself for me. Show me how good you can be."

She does, and it's beautiful. Her movements are more confident tonight, her cunt slick with anticipation before she even puts her fingers there. She's been thinking about this moment all day, I suspect…and she's not the only one. The perfume of her arousal is heavy in the air, so keffing mouth-watering it's making me crazy, but I don't push my luck. I just murmur encouragement to her, tell her how perfect she is, and when she comes, she reaches for me again, as if she needs me to anchor her through it.

I do so, gladly. I'll do anything she wants. All she has to do is ask.

46

SOPHIE

I'm going to kiss Jerrok tonight, I decide. Not just any kiss, but a full-blown, tongues twining, mouth-licking, full-on kiss. I think I'm ready.

I hope.

The thought sends a skitter of excitement through me instead of fear, though, and it makes me happy. Everything about Jerrok makes me happy, actually. For the last four days, I've had an orgasm every night before bed while Jerrok watched me. At first, I thought I'd be shy, but by the time the fourth day rolls around, I'm sitting propped up in his arms while I stroke my clit and cling to him as he tells me I'm a good girl and how pretty my cunt is. He hasn't touched me other than a light, fleeting caress or to hold my hand, but his presence and knowing that I arouse him is making me crazy with lust.

It's like now that I've flipped the switch, I'm alive again.

Alive, and very, very turned on. Even now, my panties are damp just thinking about crawling into bed with him tonight, sitting between his knees and leaning against his back and just…touching myself.

And kissing. So much kissing.

I'm busy envisioning all that kissing when the proximity alert on the station blares. "Incoming spacecraft," it intones. I look over at Jerrok, and he puts away his tools and gets to his feet. He rakes a hand through his hair, dodging his horns, and lets out a heavy sigh. "Getting real tired of company around here," he mutters.

I flinch. "Sorry."

He looks over at me and realizes what he said. "Not you," he amends gruffly. "You don't count." He puts his blaster in a holster at his belt, straightens his tunic, and then moves to my side. "Stay in here until I give you the all-clear. And keep your beast with you for safety." Jerrok hesitates, then puts a hand to the back of my neck and presses a kiss to my brow. "I like your company."

Then he disappears out the door and I'm left glowing from that compliment.

* * *

Bethiah storms on board with all the drama that normally accompanies her. She's in a stolen vessel with no scrap haul that I can see, flings herself down the gangplank, and throws herself down upon the nearest workbench as if she's some sort of martyr. "Why must you live so far away from everything, Jerrok? Do you know how many asteroids I had to dodge to get here?"

"All of them?" he replies in a dry voice, watching his cousin's antics with casually crossed arms. "And you didn't have to come out here."

"Didn't I? I wanted to see how you and little Softie are doing." Bethiah bounds back to her feet and beams at her cousin. "Where is she, by the way?"

"Safe. Had to make sure it was you, first." Jerrok touches his cousin's shoulder in greeting and then eyes the ship she arrived in. "Where'd you get this thing?"

"From a friend."

"He know you took it?"

Bethiah just giggles. "Does it matter? It's mine now." She looks around the hangar bay. "Softie? Softie! Come out and play!"

Lucky me that my name sounds close to the mesakkah word for “soft.” I give her a wry look as I enter the hangar, my ooli mask in hand, my cloak on. "Hi, Bethiah. Long time no see." Sleipnir keeps close to my side, watching the woman, his tail flicking.

"Precious," Bethiah coos. "I'd come hug you but you've got a little something stuck to your leg." She gestures at my pet. "How is life in this dump treating you?"

"It's not a dump," I say, frowning. "There's just a lot of clutter because of scrap. We're working on cleaning things up."


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