The rain finally lets up on the second day of our trek. I volunteer to guard the president as she changes into dry clothes, but it's merely a pretense. She barely has her pants off before I have her pushed up against a tree.

I know she's surprised when I drop to my knees before her and bury my face in her neatly trimmed red curls. I gently push her thighs apart and run my tongue up and down her sex, circling her clit, then sucking it into my mouth. I blow a puff of air across the wet bud when I let go, causing her to shiver and moan my name.

I feel her thighs begin to quiver as I repeatedly thrust my tongue into the warmth of her body. She's close and I know we'll soon be missed, so I suck hard on her clit, scraping my teeth against it. She stiffens beneath me, hands grabbing my shoulders as she rides out the waves of her orgasm.

I hear her breath out my call sign as she settles, and I chuckle as the thought crosses my mind that there is one form of wetness on Kobol that doesn't bother me at all.