Free Star Fire by Buffi BeCraft

male and female essences were stored in two separate databases. For two thousand years he’d been waiting for Tasha. Perhaps even ‘stalking’ her. He did not like the imagery the word evoked.
    His thoughts halted as hot breath teased his cock.
    Meeting her eyes down the line of his body, his lover looked positively predatory. Apparently, he was not the only stalker in the shuttle. Kiev slid his fingers through the fiery halo of hair on her head as she settled between his legs. Slowly she lowered her mouth, open so that he watched the descent with tortured anticipation. His cock rose to meet her.
    Briefly he let go of her, fisting his hands beside him to gain a measure of control. Otherwise he’d flip her over like he’d suggested before and ram his cock deep into her pussy while he smoothed his hands over her ass. The fantasy had merit. A lot of merit. This time, though, he’d let her have her way.
    Sasha smiled devilishly. Oh, yes. She was going to enjoy this. Sasha slid both hands around his erection, enjoying the feeling of silk over steel and bent, tracing the blunt head with the tip of her tongue. Kiev grasped her hair, the raw feeling in his body sent a rush of goosebumps over her flesh. Closing her lips, she suckled, enjoying the taste and smell of man all over her senses. Tasha’s experience brought fresh awareness and a new pleasure to the act of sucking a man’s cock. She licked the underside of his shaft, marvelling at the rigid thickness throbbing in her hands, at the power she had. To make him come or make him wait?
    She shifted away when Kiev sneaked his hand across her leg, stealthily aiming it for her crotch. No. she wanted him to concentrate on this, to feel her mouth on his body without distraction.
    Sasha danced her fingers over his scrotum, delighting in the tight draw of his sac. His muscles tensed, energy stored as he obviously fought the urge to finish things his way. The idea made her hum against his skin. A primitive sound rumbled in his chest, and he fisted both hands in her hair as he thrust his hips forward. She tasted salty pre-cum and slowed down, sliding her hands to grip his perfect tight ass. Sasha appreciated a good ass on a man. So few had them. She bit her nails into his flesh as she struggled to take as much of him as she could without swallowing.
    Circling her fingers around the shaft, she worked her mouth up and down, enjoying each moan and grunt as she orally rode him.
    Finally, Kiev tore her away with a ragged breath. “Enough. My turn.”
    “I wasn’t finished.” She reached for his cock, only to be flipped over on her back and pressed to the floor.
    “My apologies.” He didn’t look apologetic. He looked intense. Hot. Like a conquering warrior.
    She sucked in a breath, her attention trapped by Kiev’s desire. He shifted and thrust inside her body. Sasha shuddered, gasping at the tight delicious fit of him inside her. Rolling her hips upward she met him thrust for thrust. Civility disappeared as she wrapped her arms across Kiev’s back. Cheek against his shoulder, she kissed the ridge of his clavicle. The taut salty flesh quivered as she nibbled. Kiev bucked against her harder as she nipped and sucked at his pectorals.
    The carpeted floor resisted her slide across its surface as he pounded into her, taking her willing body. Each thrust of his thick shaft rubbed the sensitive walls of her labia. Sasha wanted more. She couldn’t get close enough even though her hands slipped over the sweat slicked muscular crevices over his back. When she gripped him hard, nails biting into flesh, Kiev growled. Sasha gasped. God! His shaft swelled inside her.
    He responded by shifting out of her grasp, gripping her right leg and sliding the limb over one shoulder. Standing on his knees, with her exposed, he stared down at her. Meeting his eyes, she felt connected to him in a primal way. Sasha licked her lips as he wet the pad of his thumb, slowly reaching down to her quivering