She snorted. “You planned to seduce me into changing the course of this ship, then what? Kill me?”
Khalim suppressed a smile. She was adorably, irritatingly, intense. “I’ve much more interesting things planned for you.” He braced apart his legs and grasped her hips, pulling her tightly to his groin.
Her body shivered—but not from fear. Her nipples spiked as he fitted them into the hollows of his hands.
“I won’t give my password to you.”
“You’re wrong. You’ll give me everything I want.” He dipped a hand into the shampoo well, and foam squirted onto his palm.
When he smoothed it over her head, she jerked away—or as far as she could in the cramped stall. “I can do that myself. And keep your hands—and other parts—to yourself.”
He pulled her against his body again and continued to wash her hair. He counted it a victory when she remained rigid—but pressed intimately to his belly. “You enjoy it more when I wash you. Remember?” He closed his eyes and summoned the vision of his underground keep on Qahir-Jadiid. Although aware of his hands massaging her scalp in her cramped shower, he brought Andromeda to the large, oval bathing pool in his quarters.
Instantly, her body relaxed, becoming liquidly pliable as she leaned back against his chest. In this dream-share state she always eagerly accepted his lead. He understood her subconscious refused to believe their travels were real—therefore, she could indulge in fantasy.
They reclined on the edge of the shallow pool. She was seated on his lap; her head lay upon his shoulder. Light from phosphor-pots illuminated the gold flecks swimming in the ruby-glass walls of his abode. Her body shimmered in the golden light.
He dipped a hand into the pool and scooped up water to rinse her hair, enjoying the lazy labor and admiring the sheen from the red-gold hidden among the dark strands.
“I remember this place. We were here before,” she whispered.
He fit his palm to her small breast, cupping it, and then kneading it gently. He slid an arm around her taut belly to pull her deeper into the cradle of his thighs, until his cock rested in the crevice of her buttocks. “Yes, I made love to you in the center of the pool, and afterwards—”
“You brought me to completion with your hands, although I begged you to give me your cock.” Her voice held a sulky note.
He nuzzled her cheek. When her head fell to the side exposing her creamy neck, he was satisfied she didn’t bear him a grudge. “Will you give me your password?” He tongued her earlobe, and then bit it.
“Bastard.” Her words lacked true outrage. Her body was aroused by the memory from their previous dream-share; her trembling abdomen told him so.
“Tell me what you want.” His fingers dipped between her legs to flutter the folds guarding her feminine portal. “I will give it to you.”
“Come inside me,” she begged, her voice thin and needy.
He sank a long, probing finger into the hot, quivering flesh of her pussy.
She sighed and spread her legs farther apart. Then her head rolled on his shoulder. “No…not again.” She ground her buttocks against his cock. “I want this.”
He plucked her nipple, and her knees rose, encouraging him to delve deeper. “Which is it to be?”
Her body writhed against his, caressing his belly and lap. “Your cock…please.”
He shifted her off his lap and rolled until her back rested against the rounded edge of the pool and her arms stretched along the rim. With his hands beneath her buttocks, he lifted her hips above the water and lowered his face between her legs. He lapped at her cunt, alternating between stabbing as deeply as he could reach and rubbing the flat of his tongue over the hard knot at the top of her opening. He tasted her warm, fragrant arousal and thought he’d explode from the pleasure. His own body answered her call—his balls drawing up in their sac, and his cock hardening further into steel.
“No…” she moaned, but her hips rose, pressing her pussy closer to his face.
His lips closed over her clitoris and sucked hard, and then he released it to flutter his tongue over the engorged pearl. Again, he sucked on her clit, and she keened loudly, her thighs trembling against his cheeks. When he moved away, he soothed her pussy with long, slow laps. More of her salty essence met his tongue, the hot musky scent filling his nostrils. A surge of raw need swept over him, and his body shook with anticipation. He groaned and lifted his head to watch her.
Andromeda’s head lolled; her eyes squeezed shut. Her lush mouth was open, her breaths coming fast and with a ragged hitch. Ripening nipples, flushed red and pointing toward the ceiling, beckoned him, issuing a siren’s call he could no longer resist.
He slid up her body, braced his arms on either side of her, and looked into her face. Her green eyes opened, blinking dreamily. He leaned down, and his mouth latched onto a nipple. He rolled it with his tongue while his hips aligned with hers.