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Mercury Rising
Date: 7/6/2016, Categories: Love Stories, Author: Alexandra_A
... Ben. So are you.' He eased out of me, let go, and floated away. I stretched out my hand, but he was quickly beyond my reach. Without his touch - even within such close proximity, encapsulated from the universe by our pint-sized personal ark - I felt lost. With one hand, he held onto the rungs above his head, while grasping his hardening cock with the other. It glistened, stared, demanded I taste it. A gentle push off the window glass sent me drifting towards him. As in a slow-motion dream, we docked, his member sliding between my tightly pursed lips and engaging with my tongue and tonsils. My nose bumped against his taut belly; my hair gently flayed his chest and thighs. Locking onto his tool by suction alone, I swam in the air, slowly spinning myself around, stimulating him through 360 degrees and then beyond. When friction slowed me down, he gave me a helping hand, momentarily releasing his grip on the rungs to gently add to my rotational momentum. Each revolution afforded me a glimpse of his incredulous face through my whirling curls. Suction remained the sole force holding us together, and even though my neck and jaw ached and my lungs burned, I clung on. At last, his loins tightened in readiness; an urgent word confirmed his impending climax. 'Now!' Releasing my lip-grip, I forced out my breath, expunged him from my mouth and wafted free. After steadying himself, he let go of the rungs and hung in the space between the capsule's cylindrical winking walls. Our eyes met ...
... and lingered. Love overflowed and filled the cabin, drowning us in its all-encompassing certainty. His eyes rolled and his pink pulsing thruster fired, emitting a long creamy string aimed unerringly at my open mouth. The recoil turned him slightly about his centre of gravity and our eyes met again; wide, laughing, astonished eyes. Amusement again flickered through his features as I sucked the silky string into my hungry mouth and swallowed, the peristaltic waves sending shudders through my weightless tits. I reached out, nudged the wall and aligned my position with his predicted new firing line. A second burst of equal and opposite was manifested in wobbling globules that drifted across the cabin towards me. I counted them, consumed them, one by delicious one. At that moment, he reached down, pulled back on his cock and discharged a third burst, the recoil from which again shifted us out of conjunction. A bountiful fourth and munificent fifth were more problematic and caused me real consternation: quickly and gymnastically, I bounced from wall to wall, gobbling up the milky liquid before it inseminated the ship's sensitive electronics. Then I reached for him and clung to him, and we floated together in featherlike ecstasy. Minutes before the blackout's end, suited up and waiting in the airlock, Ben unexpectedly called over the intercom. 'Alicia?' 'Yes?' 'I love you.' I tried to sound nonchalant, busying myself by flicking random switches and turning unnecessary knobs. 'Really?' ...