Retired - Chapter Six – Death from above - Sex Stories

Retired - Chapter Six – Death from above

... married.” Lizell looked at me. Her face assumed a slightly shy look. “Does that mean…” “Does it mean, I am going to ask you to marry me? Yes, it does, as soon as this is over.” “Why not ask me now?” “Because, I want to do it right. You should be asked in a romantic setting. You should be surprised and delighted to be asked.” Lizell looked into my eyes. “I really don’t care about that, Drake. I just know, I cannot think of any man who would be a better husband, and father to our children.” “I do care, my love. You will only be asked one time. That is a once in a lifetime event and it should be something special.” Lizell’s lips met mine. Damn, she could light my fires quickly. My body started to respond in less time than it takes to tell about it. I felt her hand begin to caress my hardening sword through my shorts. Then she pulled back her lips and looked into my eyes with an expression of pure love and trust. “Make love to me, Drake.” “You never need to ask. I am yours.” She pushed on my chest making me lay back on our bunk. Her hands ran over my bare chest, as I slipped my hands under her bare bottom where she sat on my stomach. Then I lifted and guided her forward. My tongue found my target of opportunity and attacked in a savage assault. Her precious fluids began to flow as she fed me her essence. She was moaning and crying out. I could tell she was building to a big orgasm. When I felt her start to quiver, I sucked her clit into my mouth. Then I squeezed it gently ...

... between my teeth and started to flick it with my tongue, while humming deep in my throat. She literally exploded as she screamed out her orgasm. She felt no need to be quiet. We were no longer in danger. Her voice told me how much she was enjoying my attention. She shook and convulsed on my tongue as her body was wracked with orgasms. Then she began to pull on my hair between her legs. “No more, Drake! Please! You are killing me! Stop!” As I let her relax, she started panting. Then there came a pounding on the door. “Are you alright in there, ma’am?”, a voice called through the door. Lizell and I started laughing. “I am better than alright! I am fucking fantastic!”, Lizell called out to her protector. We made love long into that night, we never even felt the carrier start its movement to the edge of the system. We finally collapsed in pleasant exhaustion a little after third hour. My eyes snapped open a little later. Footsteps in the hall had awoken me. There was a polite tap at the door and a voice spoke softly. “Sir, the grand marshal requests your presence on the bridge.” “I will be there shortly,” I answered. My voice woke Lizell. “Is something wrong?” I could hear the fear in her voice. “I don’t think so. If something was wrong, the ship would be at alert. Why don’t you get dressed and come with me?” “Will they let me on the bridge?” “I doubt it, but we will ignore that,” I smiled as we climbed out of bed to get dressed. I was delighted to watch her beautiful body as she ...