Free Seven Days - A Space Romance by Jill Myles Page A

fingers.
    They were bouncing off the walls now, careening from one side of the small room right to the other, and she didn’t care. She simply clung to his head and rocked her hips in time with the thrusts of his fingers, moaning his name with every flick of his tongue. “Oh, Kaden, please,” she panted when he began to circle her clit with his tongue, changing the strokes. “Need you...”
    He growled against her clit, startling her, before adding a third finger and then beginning a fierce, relentless stroke of his tongue against her clit. Faster and faster, pressing hard in time with the rocking of her hips.
    And she came, her entire body clenching with the force of the orgasm, her pulse pounding from her head to her toes. Her gasping cry echoed against the walls of the room, and she bucked against his hand as he continued to thrust his tongue against her clit, drawing out her orgasm as it rocked through her over and over again.
    She gasped for breath when she had control of her senses again, a sigh of intense pleasure escaping her as he tugged her down for a kiss—a wet one that tasted of her own flesh. She curled her arms around him, deepening the kiss, even as she felt his hand move to her thighs, guiding her down. She felt the hard press of his cock against her thighs and opened wide, needing him deep inside her.
    When he thrust inside, she wrapped her legs around him and held on, twined against him as he thrust deep inside her, his own breathing harsh with need. When he came a few moments later, he shouted her name and then stilled.
    Without their frantic movements, they glided in the center of the Zero-G room, twined around each other, their bodies damp with sweat. She watched a droplet launch off her arm and glide into the air, and just tugged his body tighter against her own.
    “That,” he said, panting, “was not a terrible lesson.”
    “How are you feeling about Zero-G?” she asked him.
    “Exhausted,” he said with a grin at her. “But I think we’ll need a lot of practice before I’m ready for the real thing.”
    “I think more practice is a very good idea,” she teased, running a hand along the exposed skin along his collar. “We’ll have to do this often to ensure you’re in the best shape possible.”
    “I completely agree.”
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    Kaden pulled Zoey into bed, dragging her tired body over his.
    She was incredible, he mused quietly to himself. A real trooper. Despite his chickenshit fear in the Zero-G room, she’d taken the time to walk him through every step of every drill, every exercise, ensuring that he was comfortable and at ease in the strange environment. She’d never chided him for his ridiculous fear, never made him feel stupid. And then she’d rewarded him with the best blowjob of his life.
    It was a shame that he’d only truly had her in his arms now, when they were so close to the end. He rubbed a hand down the length of her back, admiring the curve of her body against his.
    “Mmmm,” she said slowly. Her eyes were closed, her head pillowed on his chest. “Every muscle in my body aches.”
    He pulled her tighter against him, enjoying the sight of that long, dark ponytail falling over his arm. “Did I wear you out?”
    “Not entirely,” she said with a lazy smile, her fingers circling around one of his nipples. She dug her chin into his chest, propping her head up, and grinned at him. “I’m sure I could find the energy for another round in Zero-G if you insist.”
    He’d insist that they skip the Zero-G and stay in bed, he thought to himself, but wouldn’t say it, because he knew that wasn’t what she wanted, and what Zoey wanted was suddenly very important to him. He tugged her close and pressed a kiss to the top of her head. “Thanks.”
    Zoey wrapped her arm around his chest and burrowed close. “Don’t thank me.”
    “I mean it,” he said. “I know my fear is a problem—”
    “It’s not a problem,” she said, sitting up in bed and leaning over him,