This is actually going to be shorter than I had anticipated. Anyway, enjoy!

That warmth in the bottom of her belly was growing and though she was shy, Leanne had to admit that this situation had its appeal. "I can't do this. What if someone sees?" she said uncertainly. Riddick just smirked at her, waiting. After a moment, Leanne hesitantly agreed, "Okay. I will. Let me go." His knees released her leg and Leanne stood up straight. Very briefly, she considered turning around, walking out without another word, and going back to bed. But she was pretty aroused, and she wanted to see how far this would go. He was a very good-looking man to lose her virginity to, if it came to that. And the fact that her father despised him made it even better.

So she took a deep breath to steady her nerves and stripped the black tee shirt she wore off of her skinny body. She was a small woman, but fit from all of the work she did around the ship and while off on jobs. She didn't wear a bra at night, and the cool, artificial air of the ship made her nipples scrunch up and poke out on her small, perky breasts, arousing her further. She was too shy to look at Riddick as she pulled off the ragged cotten pants she wore to bed, followed by her simple black panties. Leanne thought she could feel his eyes on her, though, and when she finally stood still and looked up, she saw that she was correct. He was staring at her body, his hands wrapped tightly around the cables that double secured him. The front of his pants was bulging, she saw, and she looked at it for a moment, very curious.

"Move your arms," he said, and she realized that she had crossed them over her breasts. Though she was feeling a little self conscious, she did as he told her. "Turn around. Slowly." He sat up a little straighter in anticipation, and Leanne rotated slowly in a circle, forcing her hands to remain at her sides, though she wanted badly to hide her nakedness. It was difficult to say no to that low, husky voice. "Come sit," he commanded, now smirking at her again. She walked closer to him, resisting the urge to cover herself and leaving her clothes in a little pile on the floor.

She started to turn around to sit on his lap, but he stopped her with a word. "No. The other way." So, shaking slightly from both nerves and excitement, Leanne climbed up and strattled him, her legs spread to either side of his narrow waist. At first, she hovered awkwardly over him, but when he pushed his hips up against her naked crotch, she let her body settle down onto his lap. She leaned in to kiss him, but he ducked under her chin and took her right breast in his mouth. Little twitches of pleasure ran up and down her body and she held onto his shoulder with one hand and cradled the back of his head with the other. What was he doing down there? Biting? Sucking? Licking? A little of everything? Whatever he was doing with his mouth, it was wonderful, and when he moved to the other breast, she found that her right one was very sensitive when the cold air struck it. She ground on his errection some, letting her body take the lead on this one.

He finally turned away from her breast and said softly, "Now touch youself." Leanne hesitated again, because she had never thought about doing that in front of someone and the thought intimidated her. She didn't get to do it very often, anyway. Only when they were between jobs and the ship was empty. But she sat back on his knees and began to rub her breast with her left hand, dipping her right down to her curly-haired pussy, as she had heard the mercs call them. She rubbed herself with her trigger finger for a minute, finding herself slippery wet, and risked a shy glance up at the face of the handsome man she was doing this for. He was watching her intently and smiling knowingly. That made her even hotter down there, and she slipped her trigger finger inside. Wow. Leanne was getting very worked up. The lingering doubt that she should back out of this and go to bed was gone. She was ready.

Riddick seemed to have guessed as much, maybe from her heavy breathing and the way she was bouncing slightly on him. "Stop. Unzip my pants."