“I’ll let you decide,” he said finally. “You do whatever you feel you need to do. I’ll trust you to be fair,”
he added with a smile.
“I’m honored that you would trust me,” she whispered. “I won’t betray that trust, now or ever. Now come up here.”
She gestured imperiously to the bed, and he bounded up beside her. Pushing him back against the covers with one hand on his chest, Calla knelt between his legs.
“I think you need a taste of your own medicine,” she said, looking up at him slyly. Then she allowed her head to drop slowly toward his jutting cock. It pulsed in anticipation, and Seth let out of a low groan.
When she was just an inch from the head, she stopped moving. Then she slowly flicked out her tongue, allowing the tip to swirl lightly around the swollen helmet.
Seth gasped, then reached his hand toward her head. She looked up at him, abandoning his hard length to glare at him warningly. He dropped the hand to his side and let his head fall back with a sigh.
“That’s better,” she whispered. Reaching out with her tongue, she found the small groove on the underside of his penis, exploring it for several seconds. Seth gasped, then thrust his hips up at her.
“Take all of me,” he gasped. Calla laughed huskily, then allowed her mouth to encase his length.
Massaging the base of his c**k with one hand, she bobbed her head quickly up and down on him, sucking steadily to give him as much pleasure as she could. She could feel him tensing beneath her, and realized he was close to coming. Then he gave a stifled moan, grasped her arms and dragged her up his body.
“Cover me,” he said, looking in her eyes fiercely, then he slanted his mouth across hers in a powerful kiss. She pressed down against him, teasing his c**k with her hot, wet lips. He felt so good, and as she slid down his length she felt tears build in her eyes. Then, fully impaled, she rocked vigorously against him, still locked in his embrace as he kissed her. His c**k thrust high and hard, right to her womb. It was too much to bear. With a cry, orgasm washed over her.
“I love you,” she moaned as she spasmed against him.
“I love you, too,” he grunted, thrusting as hard as he could. She was going wild on top of him, and it was all he could do not to come on the spot.
“Seth, there’s something I should tell you,” she gasped.
“What?”
“My birth control implant is expired,” she said.
An image of her stomach swelling with their child washed over him, and it was too much. He came in a burst, collapsing under her. “I’m sorry,” he whispered. “I guess it’s been a little too long.”
“I don’t think that will be a problem,” she said, flexing her muscles around his length. He hardened instantly, then moved against her experimentally.
“No, I guess it won’t be,” he replied with an answering smile, then he rolled both of them over, so she was lying under him. He gave an experimental thrust, his sex still fully erect within her.
“Oh, that feels good,” she whispered. She raised her legs around his waist, cradling him with her body.
Taking the hint, he started moving rhythmically within her. With each thrust, his length scraped along her engorged clit. She was so stimulated by the exquisite sensation that she felt as if she might explode. Then another orgasm hit her, and her body arched beneath his.
Seth laughed triumphantly as she came, then thrust against her even harder. He knew he wouldn’t be able to last too much longer. The feeling of her muscles locking up around him as she took her pleasure was beyond anything he’d ever felt. If he could just get her to come one more time before he exploded...
He reached down with one hand, grasping her hip and adjusting the angle slightly. She gasped in response, and he pressed his advantage. Within seconds she was coming again, screaming out her pleasure and milking him with her internal muscles.
Finally, when it seemed he could hardly breath, he gave in to the pleasure. As his sperm shot deep into her body, he thought about their child; a child who might be created that very moment. Tears of joy ran down his face as he collapsed on her. She was crying too, whispering his name over and over. He rolled one side, cradling her against his body, and sighed. Then they were both asleep.
* * * * *
Sarai couldn’t sleep. She was restless, almost as if she was waiting for something.
Jax? She still couldn’t believe what she’d done with him, what it made her feel like when he’d touched her. It was so different than anything she’d ever experienced before…
For the first time, she had some small understanding of the power that Seth had held over Calla. Calla still missed him; Sarai could see it in her eyes every day. A woman who got involved with a man like Jax would be left mourning, too. He was dangerous. Too dangerous to allow herself to have any further contact with, she thought sadly.
After several hours of tossing and turning in bed, Sarai sat up and pulled on a light robe. She would go out to the garden. The night air never failed to calm her, and the soft sounds of night insects enchanted her. She had missed so much, growing up in the mining belt. Not a day passed when she wasn’t grateful that Able and Mali would have more in their childhood than she had dreamt possible.
Her room was on the ground floor of the hostel, the only one with a private entrance to the side garden.
It was a small, overgrown area they had yet to tame, but Sarai liked it that way. The air was heavy with the scent of tropical blossoms. Small creatures rustled in the bushes, little furry things that she secretly fed scraps from the kitchen. With their brown eyes and fluffy tails, the animals had quickly grown used to her presence, at times following her and begging for treats.
She wandered over to a small bench, seated herself and looked up at the stars. Somewhere, among that glittering trail, was the asteroid belt. Somewhere there were more Pilgrims, more children raised without joy and married off at early ages. It all seemed so far away, now… Her life with Calvin was more of a vague nightmare than reality.
“Hello, Sarai,” a deep voice said softly in the darkness. Sarai’s head whipped around, and fear ran through her. Who was out there?
“Don’t worry,” the voice said. “It’s just me, Jax.” His tall, solid form materialized from the overgrown foliage. His face was shadowed, and the pale, glistening moonlight made him look almost unreal. What was he doing here, in her garden?
“I couldn’t sleep,” he said, as if reading her thoughts. “I thought the night air might refresh me. Are you having trouble sleeping, too?”