“Come for me, Emi,” he whispered, trying not to break her rhythm. “I want to feel it, baby.”
Their skin slick with sweat, he held her, letting her use his body as she needed. She closed her eyes and rested her head on his shoulder, still rocking, moving, grinding.
When the fireworks went off behind her eyes it shocked her, startling her. He groaned with her.
“That’s it, baby. Come on, give it to me.” She cried out, sobbing as her orgasm hit, going limp against him as he lowered her to the blanket without breaking his hold on her. In three quick thrusts he came, moaning her name.
Emi clung to him, crying, gasping for air.
Never before. Ever. Not like that.
“You okay, honey?” he asked, almost worried.
She laughed despite her tears. “Happy tears, honest, Caph.”
“Oh, okay,” he said, relieved.
When she let him go he pushed up and looked at her. “You were worrying me there for a minute.”
“I just…it’s just…I never¯” He kissed her, silencing her.
“I know,” he whispered, nuzzling her nose with his. “I thought maybe out here in the great outdoors, all alone, no one to bother us, maybe it would relax you.”
“Wow.”
He grinned. “You liked that?”
She nodded, eager. “Maybe we can set up the sim room for that.”
“Sex in the desert, huh?”
They cleaned up in the stream, laying on the blanket until they were dry, Emi cuddled against him. She closed her eyes and sighed.
“That was so good, Caph.”
He laid his palm on her belly. “You’re not getting off that easy…no pun intended.”
Spying his playful grin, she laughed. “I didn’t break anything, did I?”
He reached down and shook his limp cock. “Nope. I think he just needs a rest. He’ll be ready to play by the time we get back.” Caph was her goofball. That was a good way to describe him.
When he didn’t have to be serious or working, he was her big, sweet goofball, always trying to make everyone smile, his sense of humor never harsh or hurtful.
Laying her palm against his cheek, she kissed him, long and sweet. “Thank you,” she said.
“Well, I figure Aaron got to have you first, Ford’ll probably get something else first, so I got to do that for you. It all works out.” Her mouth gaped in shock.
“What?” he asked.
“Did you guys, like, compare notes or something?” He laughed and rolled to his side. “Well, I know Ford. We’ve been together a lot of years. I’m also guessing he didn’t do that with you last night, because knowing him, he would have said he wanted to wait until it’s the four of us together.” Still speechless, she stared at him.
“Oh, come on, Emi. It’s not spooky. Am I right?” She nodded. “It is spooky. I thought I was the ship empath.” When his gaze left hers for a moment, she suspected his mind’s eye was briefly focused on a piercingly sad point in the men’s collective past. “It’s only right.” He looked down. “History repeating itself in a way. Only with a happy ever after ending for us this time.” He closed his eyes and rolled onto his back. “It should be Ford who gets to have you first. He’s got a special touch. He won’t hurt you.”
“You and Aaron wouldn’t hurt me!”
“I don’t mean like that.” Caph searched for the words. “Not hurt.
But that first time…it should be perfect. Like I said, he’s got a special touch. It’s better he’s first, because I know you’ll enjoy it.” He finally looked at her again and winked. “I know I did.” The twins both enjoyed the top and bottom roles and never had trouble changing it up. He looked at his watch. “Let’s get dressed and head back. Lunch is waiting.”
They shook out their clothes and shoes to check for any bugs before dressing. She helped him shake out and fold the blanket. Then, before they started their return hike, he hugged and kissed her again.
“Really, tell me the truth. Was that good?”
“It was great, Caph. Seriously.”
He looked proud of himself. “We’ll have to see if we can do that again.”
They hiked back and ate, then followed the guide to the stables.
They held hands on the return drive to the hotel and took a long, sultry shower to rinse off the sweat and horse smell. He tossed her a bathing suit. “Part two. Let’s stay close to home.” It was the middle of the week, so the hotel wasn’t full. With the exception of two people sunning on the pool deck, they had it to themselves. Emi dove into the deep end. When she came up for air Caph grabbed her, kissing her.
“Looks like I caught me a mermaid,” he teased. She let her leg brush against the front of his swim trunks, making him harden immediately. “A mermaid who doesn’t fight fair.” He laughed, easily tossing her into the air. She landed with a splash a few feet away.
He was strong, diving under and cutting through the water with swift, hard strokes, surfacing behind her. Before she could turn, he reached out and goosed her ass, then quickly dove out of reach.
They horsed around in the pool for an hour before climbing out, laughing and out of breath. They took two lounges at the far end of the deck in the sun. They lay there, eyes closed, holding hands and quietly talking.
“Admit it, you probably thought I’d take you someplace else,” he said.
“Yeah, I’ll admit it. You surprised me.” She looked at him. “In a good way. This has been a great day, Caph.” The sun hung low in the sky, but they still had a few hours before dark. “For me too, Emi.” He squeezed her hand and took a deep breath. “Promise you won’t leave us. Please.”
“I’ll never leave you guys. I promise.” He looked at her, then nodded, satisfied. “Good. I can’t stand to lose twice in one life, babe. I might as well cut out my heart.”
Emi didn’t ask for clarification on his comment. They changed clothes, ate dinner in the hotel restaurant, then returned to their room.
At the door he stopped her and grinned.
“Let me guess,” she said. “You want to carry me in.” He shrugged. “You don’t mind, do you?” She threw her arms around his neck. “Of course not.” He carried her to the bed and that was the extent of the similarity to her night with Ford. Well, that, and the fantastic lovemaking.
All alone and without any distractions, Caph wanted to experiment with positions and strokes and techniques. After an hour he discovered a slow, grinding slide that perfectly stroked her clit on each downward thrust.
Once she moaned he wouldn’t stop, taking his time, watching her face, softly encouraging her. It took her a while, but when she came he waited long enough he knew he wouldn’t be cutting her release short to slam home, his own orgasm right behind hers.
Feeling like an idiot, she burst into tears again. His gentle laugh reassured her and he kissed her.
“Happy tears again?”
“Yeah. Sorry.”
“Don’t apologize!” He held her, cuddling with her, lying next to her with her head tucked into his arm and their fingers laced together.
“I just feel good I can do that for you. Something special for us.”
“Would you feel bad if one of the other guys figured out how to do it too?”
He laughed. “Fuck, no. Sweetie, being able to make you feel good, it’s what we live for.” He brought her hand to his lips and kissed each finger. “You know, if we stick to our plan to switch to moon runs or short hops after this, we can be home here on Earth most of the time. You can go with us, obviously, but we’d live here.
Or maybe, with all of our money pooled together, we’ll just retire and spend every day fucking your brains out. Build a house with a pool and a huge tall fence, and we can spend all day playing mermaid.” She giggled. “Be a kept woman, huh?”