Their teeth chinked together more than once.
She pushed down Adam’s pants sufficiently to free his cock, and his fingers found her beneath the loose cotton bed shorts she wore. A habit from warmer nights in stuffy apartments on Earth, but then her husband was furnace hot. Adam always warmed her.
He eased a finger into her pussy, sliding it inside to tease her. Two fingers. He thrust in and pulled out with gentle sucking noises. She was so wet. Three fingers and his pinky played over her anus, making her ass cheeks flinch and clench.
Her retribution was her firm grip stroking his cock. Her thumb toyed with the sweet spot below the head.
“Shit,” he hissed. “Princess.”
“In me.”
“Mmm.”
She lined the blunt head of his cock up with her entrance, pushed back slowly, steadily, until he was seated fully within her. Until she had taken every inch of him and the pleasurable, slightly overfull feeling had her in its grip.
They hadn’t tried this position before, nose to nose and chest to chest with her on top. She rose up then pushed back, relishing the feel of his cock driving into her. Over and over she rose and sank back onto him, faster and harder, more and more. Being in control felt awfully good. She ended up sitting upright astride him, riding him as she wished, and he let her have her way. His hands roamed over her hips and ass, belly and breasts, curved over her shoulders. Need rode her hard and she took it all out on him. She hadn’t meant to need anyone, never again, but Adam had snuck through to the heart of her.
The tension and heat bubbling up inside her became an insurmountable wave, washing over them both. Her husband gripped her hips and held her down on his cock as he finished inside her. Every nerve ending in her seemed brimming with life. Every last thing seemed magnified. It overwhelmed her. But Adam lay beneath her, the length of his body so solid and hard but also her soft place to fall. To lose him now would kill her. His heart beat strongly beneath her ear. It would all work out. Everything would be fine, this time.
It took her a long time to raise the energy to peel herself off him. “I think we’re both going to need a shower.”
“Mmm.” Adam threaded his fingers through the back of her hair, drew her down to him and kissed her soundly, several toe-curling times. She never wanted it to end. But it did. “What’s that red mark on your face?”
She opened her eyes to find the unhappy face back in full force. His dark brows were drawn straight in a pissy line. Unease unfurled in her gut.
“Did I do that?” His face scrunched up, eyes incredulous. His big hands lifted her off him and set her aside. “Fuck!”
Her post-coital bliss evaporated in an instant. “Adam, it’s nothing. You were asleep. You didn’t know.”
With athletic ease, he rolled off the mattress and stormed toward the kitchen. He thumped a hand against the ice-dispenser with brutal disregard. If the kitchen comp failed to acknowledge the request, she wouldn’t blame it. He returned shortly with a tea-towel packed with ice, heavy footsteps stomping across the synth-wood floor. Smack, smack, smack went the soles of his feet.
She wanted to smack him upside the head. Seemed they both had a temper.
He crouched on the mattress beside her, mouth tight, and gently pressed the ice pack to her cheek. The rush of cold felt good against the hot spot.
“I’m sorry,” he said.
“For ruining my after-sex happy?”
He grunted, one hand holding the icepack while his other hand cradled her jaw. “No. For hitting you. Keep still.”
“Nothing to forgive. It was an accident.”
“I’ll sleep on the couch from now on.”
“Like hell.” Louise pushed the ice pack away and dealt him her mightiest glare. One, she hoped, that would make his big testes wither in fear. “I mean it, Adam. We’ll deal with this.”
Her husband watched her with worried eyes. Dark hair stuck out every which way on his head and stubble lined his handsome face. His concern for her was obvious. How he cared for her. He made her want things—dangerous things. Made her want to spill her whole life story into his careful hands, to tell him everything and hold nothing back.
Gods. Suddenly it occurred to her—it had been seven days. A week since she’d stepped off the shuttle to find him waiting for her, and her new life had begun. She grinned, feeling the ache in her cheek at the motion. “Happy anniversary. We made it a whole week.”
Adam hung his head, but not before she caught the reluctant smile creasing his eyes. “A week? That is something.”
“If you try to sleep on the couch, I’ll follow you.” She strung her arms around him, rested her un-bruised cheek on his shoulder. “I’ve gotten used to having you there. You keep me warm.”